The Down UnderWare Chronicles

Published in "The
Down UnderWare" - Melbourne,
Australia
December 1989 Edition
"Guess Who's
Coming to Dinner"
or
"The
Federation Strikes Back"
In which your editor is set upon, in an alley, by ruffians
(and ruffiettes), and Max The Mechanic’s beer supply is sorely
threatened.
"Hey, Mark. Ya wanna beer?"
This was a bad time for Max to be asking a question like
that. Fiona was just getting ready to make her choice. Things
were getting critical. I figured her for the wharfie type but
she went for the sheep farmer instead. Oh well, no accounting
for tastes I suppose. Perfect Match is no competition for
Masterpiece Theater, but it’s all that’s on at that time of
afternoon.
"Thanks Max, but I don’t drink." I responded standing up from
my chair at Milliken’s Bar and Grill.
"I knew that," he grinned. "What I meant was, would you like
to help me carry a case back from the bottle shop?"
The camera was on a retired fertilizer salesman from Adelaide
making a final pitch for a companion in her golden years.
This was really getting depressing. "OK, I really can’t think
of anything I’d rather do right now!"
Off we went down the alley and around the corner. Victoria
Bitters sure is expensive. Lucky Max was a mechanic and was
making supervisors pay. I guess he didn’t feel it as much as I
would have.
On the way back down the alley I was contemplating why I was
carrying Max’s beer. A fellow in the alley disturbed my reverie
by walking up to us and asking, "Excuse me, are you with Braniff
by any chance?"
"No, sorry." I said assuming he was an Air 2000 pilot.
"Ah ha! You’re with America West," he cackled gleefully.
Fire bells should have gone off already, but Max and I looked
at each other and shrugged our shoulders saying, "Yes. How did
you know?"
"It was your accent," he said with the look of a hawk eyeing
a road kill.
It was too late. There was no going back now.
"And you’re with the Federation," I winced.
Well, to make a long story shorter, he was and so were all
fifty of the rest of them, who filed in behind us in the space
of a couple of minutes.
Max, realizing the danger, edged over towards me and lifted
his case of beer from my shoulder.
Triage.
The Federale smiled.
Warning
Please kids, don’t try this
stunt on your own! This should never be attempted without full
police supervision, and then only by mature, married people who
have had years of experience with situations that could turn
ugly at a moments notice.
So here’s Max and I trying to slither off to our apartments
through this rather unfriendly group of Federation pilots with
their wives and kids. Well, that’s unfair. The pilots and
children were actually fairly civil. You could talk to the
pilots. Their wives, however, made their run-ins at the
waterline. Fortunately, there weren’t too many of them.
I suppose they were experimenting with the tactic of making
themselves look pitiful. They dragged their children around with
them and planted them in front of you if you tried to move.
Well, what can one say? It was an interesting technique, but
you could tell that the kids would really rather have been
someplace else at the time.
In fact it was kind of hard to keep from laughing, but with
50+ of them and two of us there were some subliminal inhibitions
against it.
Max and I figured that the worst thing we could do, from a
long term standpoint was to cut and run, so we just stood our
ground. I noticed, however, that Max had his case of beer in a
leg lock and was rapidly rubbing the ink off of the cardboard
with his ankle.
We talked to those that wanted to talk and got hard of
hearing with those that were being unpleasant. It worked pretty
well too.
The only really unpleasant fellow in the crowd, a short, dark
haired man who I later discovered was one of AFAP’s chief
administrators (and not a pilot), walked up to me and started
snarling, "SCAB, SCAB, SCAB!". I should have figured he wasn’t a
pilot, he was the only one wearing a leather flight jacket.
Normally, I would have ignored him as well.
The misnomer truly begged a response, but the prudent let
such a comment pass.
"Look! I’m no more a SCAB than you are a faggot child
molester. No strike, no scabs. If you’d gone out on strike, like
any other pilot union in the WORLD, none of us would be here
right now and you guys would still have jobs! Why you guys
resigned from a cushy seat like you HAD, instead of striking is
something I’d like to know! I sure wish you’d just decide to go
back to work, ‘cause I’m getting tired of covering for you!"
God obviously protects the idiots of this world.
The current on the picket line shifted. I was still too dense
to appreciate why, but suddenly the pilots in the group were not
only looking, but scowling at this guy. He knew what was
happening though. As soon as he saw the mood of the pilots in
the crowd, he "evaporated". I never saw the fellow again. I was
later to discover that the administrative types within AFAP are
not held in high repute after advising the membership to
resign.
After they realized we were quite happy with our ethical
position, they became a good deal more tractable. Ansett
security showed up. I suppose they figured we were going to be
boiled in a pot. The crowd had dwindled to only ten folks so I
told the security rep that I really didn’t need any help,
although it was nice of him to ask. He smiled, shrugged his
shoulders and walked back around the building.
In a few minutes the crowd had dwindled to three, and
Milliken walked out into the alley with Carlson inviting us in
for some beers and spaghetti. Back at Milliken’s we all had a
nice dinner party followed by a group picture. We held up their
sign saying, "Yank Pilots Go Home!", with one of the Federation
pilots holding a carving knife against Milliken’s throat. A
comment was made that this picture should probably be enlarged
and sent to Conway with a caption, "Security Down Here Sucks!"
All things considered, the evening turned out rather well.
Even the Federation representatives put down their gloves and
had a good time once they got inside. In a gesture of
friendship, recognized the world over in pilot circles, the
Federales drank all of Milliken’s beer then left.
Ansett
and America West
"The Real Story"
F.O. Michael Stuart
I have been shaking my head since first
reading the article written by
Captain Bill White nearly two weeks ago. I don't understand how
anyone who has "researched the situation" could have such a
convoluted and distorted picture of what is happening in
Australia. Considering the only reference given is phone numbers
of Federation pilots, my conclusion is Bill doesn't have all the
facts.
The facts given to Bill have been taken out of chronological
context, and understandably reflect the AFAP/ALPA viewpoint.
There is however, a great deal more to the story. My research is
the two and a half months I lived and worked there, as well as
the insight gained from my association with Ansett pilots,
flight attendants, mechanics, and most importantly, the
Australian people.
In order to understand "the situation in
Australia," one must step back in
time to the formation of the Australian Air Pilots Association
(father of the Australian Federation of Airline Pilots) some 43
years ago, and understand that AFAP has become the strongest and
most successful union in a nation dominated by unions. Without a
doubt the AFAP and it's predecessor had won every single
industrial challenge they had ever embarked on. Ansett Airlines
was usually their target, and after a few days at the most, Reg
Ansett (founder) would simply roll over and give them what they
demanded. It was as simple as that. With the only competition
being the government owned Australian Airlines, Ansett's market
share was at risk from the opening bell. Ansett had no real
options.
This time however, things have changed down
under. The Wage Accords were instituted by the government in
an attempt to curb an inflation rate that has ravaged the
economy, as well as limited wage increases to acceptable amounts
based largely on productivity within the work force. AFAP
chose to challenge these accords, which have been working, the
government, and the Australian people all at once. In the
words of their leader Captain Brian McCarthy when interviewed by
60 Minutes, "Because we are special." C'mon Brian, you don't
really believe that, do you?
Well he must have, because the Federation
refused to even discuss productivity increases until they
received a 23.47% increase in pay. McCarthy said publicly that,
"This is not negotiable." The airlines refused to pay and the
government ordered them back into the cockpit. Understand that
the pilot's award (contract) was not even due for renegotiation
at this time. Then, threatened with Industrial Relations Board
action against the Federation and civil writs against individual
pilots for staging an illegal strike, the Federation
acted upon some very poor legal advice and resigned. THAT'S
RIGHT—RESIGNED!
They listened to the "union hall mentality" that generates from
this sort of confrontation arid actually quit their damned jobs.
They have received their retirement and accrued leave checks,
and are no longer employed by Ansett or Australian Airlines.
Many of these poor blokes had no idea what the Federation had
done to them until they got these checks. Now, faced with the
reality of what has been done and feeling some contempt for the
"brotherhood" that sabotaged then, they are returning to their
jobs. Make no mistake, the newfound and totally uncharacteristic
willingness of the Federation to negotiate with the airlines has
only been since it became apparent that it no longer represented
an ever increasing number of its former members. The public
announcement of this willingness came on the heels of another
announcement. The resignation from the Federation of its
executive secretary for the state of Victoria. I don't know
about anyone else, but I smell a rat.
"Non-pilot employees of the affected airlines,
except for some flight attendants, all remain employed and
continue to receive their normal wages." I must say this is
true. The only reason this is true however is America West
Airlines, and the few individuals among us who kept Ansett
Airlines alive while they began a very slow and painful
rebuilding process. Without our presence in Australia, Ansett
would have gone the Aussie equivalent of Braniff (another
brotherhood carrier) and there would be an additional 13,000
people unemployed as a result of these "special" pilots. By the
way, as of this writing, a number of former Braniff pilots are
either in training or on their way to Australia to become Ansett
employees. So much for the Brotherhood!. The Australian
government has in fact allocated $100 million to pay the bill
for this dispute. It amounts to much the same paper shuffle that
currently hides the Aviation Trust Fund from the accountants at
the GAC in Washington D.C. It is a trade-off of future landing
charges incurred by the airlines if and when they return to
normal service, to be drawn "not in excess of $20 million per
week." It is not an actual payout to the airlines.
The "cabotage" mentioned in Bill's article is
happening. EVERY SINGLE airline operating an international route
segment within the domestic route structure in Australia is
carrying domestic passengers. I have followed them down the
Aussie airways, and witnessed deplaning passengers with their
boarding passes marked with a large, orange "D" in their hot
little hands. The "D" indicates domestic and makes it possible
to proceed without clearing customs.
British Airways, Continental, Cathay Pacific, Thai, Lufthansa (I
have a copy of theirs), and yes the "Grand Exalted PUBA of the
Brotherhood" -- United.
Those are the facts mates.
America West pilots who chose to serve in
Australia DID NOT RECEIVE A SUBSTANTIAL INCREASE IN PAY, we
received a guarantee of 100 hours per month. Since I flew 102
credit hours in September and 98 hours in October, I don't see
this as an increase in pay or benefits. Granted I am not a
graduate of the Henry Duffy School of Creative Finance, but the
$40 a day I netted on my per diem does not appear to be a
bonanza.
The business of the "Scabtracker"' bulletin
board is distressing from the
standpoint that the information provided to this childish
endeavor was without question provided by someone at America
West. My home address, PO number, and seniority number were not
given to anyone in Australia.
Yes, we were given security at our hotel. We
never saw them and had no idea who they were. We were told that
security was on the property. They must have done their job well
because we had absolutely "no worries" or hassles in the hotel
complex, and we lived in a pretty big place. I walked alone
night or day anywhere I pleased without a single encounter or
unpleasant circumstance.
We also had security at the weather briefing
and flight planning area at the airport. I know of only two or
three instances of Federation people standing around giving us
the "EVIL EYE" or telling us they wished we would go home. That
is what got us the security in the first place! Ansett did not
want to take a chance of having some American creating an
international incident by escalating a rather minor verbal
exchange into an old-fashioned East Chicago street fight. Yanks
do tend to have an attitude, you know. However, the
Australian people at large were much more than well received.
They were warm, friendly, hospitable, and incredibly thankful
and glad that we were there. They tried to buy drinks in the
pubs, dinner in the restaurants, and were always glad to have a
conversation. They never failed to thank us as they deplaned,
and many, many offered a "Good on ya' mate" as they left the
aircraft. The Australian public is sick and tired of listening
to the Federation cry and moan about how mistreated and
underpaid the pilots are, and many have stated so in the press
and man on the street interviews with the media. I was invited
to spend the night, taken to the countryside, and shown the
splendid sights of Australia by people who were not employed by
or had any connection with Ansett or even involved with this
dispute directly. Those, mates, are the facts. The Aussies are
damned glad to be rid of the Federation, and damned glad to have
air service. They are very open in their appreciation.
I encourage all of you with an interest in
seeing Australia and doing some very interesting flying in this
"Land Down Under", to contact the flight manager's office or
contact any one of the people who have seen the situation FIRST
HAND for the straight story. Of course, I am not so naive as to
think that the pilots at America West who insist on stirring the
foul smelling bucket of discontent will take the time, but I am
sure they couldn't see the forest for the trees anyway.
It is also worthy to mention that we at
America West owe a great deal to
Ansett Airlines and Sir Peter Abeles. We have benefited from a
large
amount of equipment from them (much of which was purchased at
below market rates) and, also, we have a very large percentage
of our company's stock in their hands that needs to be protected
from the Donald Trumps of the world. I might also mention that
the Australian operation contributes a sizable chunk to our
bottom line. We will likely see an increase to our fleet size as
a direct result, and we are surely putting ourselves in a
position to someday have 747 service into Sydney and Melbourne.
Love him or hate him, Mike Conway is right
about this, "We cannot afford to make policy and run this
company based on the Jumpseat." His words not mine.
But, I agree and support his decision to send
us to Australia. I am proud of the accomplishments we made and
the professional manner with which we made them. Ansett Airlines
has learned a lot from us about operating a deregulated airline.
The America West presence will be felt there long after we all
come home.
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