The traitors in our midst
The putrid creatures who are destroying our country is well described by Cicero:
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HERITAGE
It is fashionable now to sneer at the past. History no longer receives the emphasis it once did, and cries for a change are allowed to obliterate any of the lessons of former ages. This type of madness was a feature of all great collapses of former civilisations. The inhabitants believed they were nobler and more enlightened than their predecessors, and had no need to consult their past.
The evolution of any civilisation is a slow and painful one.
It is quite possible for a generation which disparages its own heritage to lose it, and the whole process of learning has to be repeated.
The valuable lessons of the past - the precedents, as our system of common law would call them - we call heritage. We have a productive heritage which started with the discovery of the wheel, and is still being embellished with the technological discoveries of to-day. We must have an educational heritage, which tragically is disintegrating under the assaults of progressive permissiveness that scoffs at standards.
And we have a Legislative and constitutional-heritage which, though it has given us freedom and a stability never before equalled, is also under attack.
The evolution of our governmental system in Australia is much older than the two hundred years since the first fleeters arrived. The heritage of our British forbears enabled us to start with enormous advantages. Why then is it considered reactionary to acknowledge this advantage, and the history which goes with it?
Cicero's assessment of the traitor.
A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and he carries his banners openly against the city, but the traitor moves among those within the gates freely. His sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself.
For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in the accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their garments, and he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation; he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of a city; he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to be feared.