20/10/2026
It’s late and I can’t sleep. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours. I’m devastated by what has happened to Independent MP for Indi Helen Haines in Wangaratta. My thoughts are with Helen, her family, her colleagues and the community she represents.
When I struggle to make sense of something, I turn to research. It’s how I try to understand my emotions, or at least sit with them. So I’ve been reading and learning, all the while hoping for the very best outcome for Helen. What I’ve come to realise is that this grief is also for the loss of something I once believed and cherished about Australia.
During my PhD interviews with bushfire-vulnerable communities in California and Victoria, I saw how entrenched political polarisation in the US had become. People avoided difficult conversations, even when they understood the risks. I believed Australia was different. We could disagree, sometimes passionately, without becoming enemies.
Today I’m crying for Helen, but also because I’m not sure I believe that of Australia anymore.
Responsibility for what happened rests with the person who did this, and I won’t speculate about why. Separately from this, I’ve run an online community for more than a decade. I’ve seen the extraordinary good social media can do, and I’ve seen how quickly conversations can turn hostile. I worry about a culture where hostility and intimidation become normal parts of public conversation.
I feel profound admiration for anyone who enters public life, and I worry about those who may now think twice, especially the women and girls watching and wondering whether it’s safe to speak up.
Most of all, I worry about our communities. We face enormous challenges, from climate change and bushfires to housing and family violence, and they need people willing to speak, to listen, to challenge ideas and to find common ground. How do we do that if people become too frightened to have the conversations?
I don’t have the answers tonight. I’m not even sure I’ve found the right questions.
I’m just terribly sad for Helen and everyone who loves her. And I’m grieving the confidence I once had that, despite our differences, Australians could still sit around the same table and talk.
I desperately want to believe we still can. For now, I hold onto hope that Helen recovers, supported by her family, her colleagues and her community.
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