In the university tradition in Australia, research was
relatively new and the PhD was seen by many as a crass, inferior and American
substitute for the British MA. The ANU was criticised for various things and
one was that it was the nation’s PhD factory. The university’s own staff felt
the weirdness of their position. At the very first staff seminar, this poem was
read:
When they
ask whom we teach at this place
Don’t prate
about research, my brother
Throw the
question right back in their face,
The
Professors here lecture each other.
There was something
rather homo-erotic about it all, it seemed, as the national capital gathered
esteemed men together to do nothing but research.
Dons
elsewhere, in prefatory odes
Claim the
spur of wife, mistress or mother.
We need no
such Freudian goods –
Our
Professors inspire each other.
And, within academia, research for the ‘national good’ did not yet make academics feel they were achieving anything
And, within academia, research for the ‘national good’ did not yet make academics feel they were achieving anything
Let the
State Universities grind,
Pulling
graduates till they smother,
Our alumni
will be refined –
We’ll
confer our degrees on each other.
This ambivalence to the ANU in its early days has some more
serious foundations. After the revelations of the horrors of Nazi science
during the Second World War and public understanding of the effects of the
atomic bombs at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, many intellectuals leaders – Ian
Clunies Ross among them – were concerned to protect science’s civilising
capacity by separating it from direct military intervention.
In 1949 the CSIRO handed all military research to the
defence department. The ANU was a little too closely aligned to government
strategy for the peace of mind of some leaders.
Poem found in the archives: NAA/A9221/2
Establishment of ANU Correspondence LG Melville
