Rest in Power etc. | Photo: WSL

World champion of “historically white supremacist sport” drops knee at contest funded by white American billionaire to protest systemic white-racism, capitalism etc.

A vexing issue…

In case y’didn’t tune into the Tweed contest, the two-time world champion Tyler Wright dropped a knee for four hundred and thirty-nine seconds in solitary with Black Lives Matter, the number representing “one second for every First Nations person in Australia who has lost their life in police custody since 1991.”

The response on the WSL’s twitter feed has been, mostly, negative.

black lives matter .. but supporting a marxist group that is calling to defund the police.. shame… people can’t just do sports anymore… no room for racism and a link to the latest child shot by violence … ??

Do you support Marxism?

Perpetuating a complete falsehood…sad…uneducated surfer does not even understand that the BLM organization is an extreme racist, Marxist, anti-family radical group, using violence and extortion to get their lie out. If she stands with them, so be it.

What about the rest of the ethnicities that have been persecuted. BLM isn’t about black lives it’s about riots and funneling $ to Act Blue. How about Polynesians Lives Matter. or Latin Lives Matter. Don’t drink the Kool-aid WSL.

And, so on.

A few fans fired back.

Hahaha. The amount of racists in the comments.

Comment section definitely didn’t pass the vibe check. An athlete isn’t just an athlete, they are an individual Soul. Using their platform to speak on what they believe.

Tyler correctly raised the issue of black deaths in custody, something that’s been in the public consciousness in Australia since a royal commission was called in 1987 after a horror run of indigenous Australians dying while in police custody.

The result wasn’t quite so clear cut.

The four-year long Royal Commission into Aboriginal Deaths in Custody “did not find higher rates of death of Aboriginal people compared to non-Aboriginal people.”

And, now, “Overall, the rate of Indigenous deaths in custody has reduced since 1991, as of June 2020 lower than the rate of death of non-Indigenous people.”

Of 2608 total deaths in police custody between 1979 and 2018, roughly five hundred of ‘em were indigenous.

Deaths in police custody doesn’t just mean getting hell beaten out of you by psycho pigs. It includes natural causes, driving yourself into a tree in a police pursuit, suicide etc.

A vexed issue, of course.

Indigenous Australians are overrepresented in prisons (so are short, bald men and transgender hotties, according to an ex-con pal) and subject to the attention of over-zealous cops.

Last year I wrote a book on the great Australian actor David Gulpilil, and even he, a movie star, instantly recognisable, feted at film festivals from Cannes to Venice, still gets heat.

Below, the relevant passage.

We talk a little about the opening scene in Charlie’s Country, the interaction with the cop Luke. I tell Gulpilil it gets me every time. The laughs, the pathos, the summation of black-and-white relations in Australia wrapped in a minute of dialogue.

“I’ll say something for the cops up north. They’re very lazy,” says Mary. “In the community, aren’t they David. They’re lazy. I know more about what’s going on illegally in the community than the bloody cops that live there. Yeah. They’re just lazy.”

What sort of lazy, I ask. I’ve never met a cop who didn’t balk at taking a report or define new standards of slowness when swinging on over to the scene of a crime.

“Going fishing, don’t they, David.”

“Yeah,” he says weakly.

Mary asks Gulpilil permission to tell a story about when he first came to Murray Bridge. They arrived home one day to a note on the door asking Gulpilil to report to the police station immediately.

Mary rang ‘em and the cops told her it was “something to do with the bank.”

Three days later, when they eventually got around to interviewing their suspect, the cops explained that an “Aborigine man” had grabbed a woman’s credit card from her while she was standing in line in the bank and had fled to the nearby bottle shop where he used it to buy booze and cigarettes.

“They showed us a photo and no way was it David,” says Mary.

“No way it was me,” says Gulpilil.

“Blind Freddie could’ve seen it was a desert man,” says Mary, who explained to the authorities that the distance between bank and bottle shop was too far for an invalid like Gulpilil, who has to crouch over a walking stick to make it from TV room to kitchen, to cover.

“But they said, ‘Someone said it looks like David.”

Mary fumes.

“Well, it wasn’t.”

These sort of accusations aren’t new to Gulpilil. He’s felt it his entire life.

His own regent’s uncle, Prince Edward VIII, who famously abdicated the British crown to marry the divorced American Wallis Simpson, wrote in 1920,

“They showed us some of the native Aborigines at a wayside station in the great plain yesterday afternoon, though they are the most revolting form of living creatures I’ve ever seen” and “the nearest thing to monkeys I’ve ever seen.”

Still, in the enlightened year of 2018, surely a black man can enjoy freedom of movement without molestation from authorities.

Mary looks serious.

“Want me to tell Derek about the night we got pulled over?”

“Yes, yes. Please.”

“We got pulled over one night, driving. It was about half past eleven, twelve o’clock at night, coming home, and they tried to get me to use a breathalyser and… I can’t… I have never been able to do it. Most cops are really good about it and then one of ‘em points at David, who’s asleep, and says, ‘Is he alive?’”

Mary told ‘em he was and shoved Gulpilil in the ribs, telling him to wake up.

“Is he drunk?” said the cop.

Mary explained that he didn’t drink.

“He looks drunk to me,” said the cop.

“And then they’re carrying on about this breathalyser that I should be able to do. They worked it out that I couldn’t physically do it after ten minutes. I was ready to faint. Then they asked for a licence. Not mine. David’s. They took it, went back to the car, checked it and…nothing. I was almost asleep at the steering wheel. Next minute, I heard the licence smash down on the dashboard, they told me we could go and they shot off like a bat out of hell.”

Mary darkens at the memory.

“And that same guy was telling us the week before that his friend was working up in Ramingining. ‘Oh he has a wonderful time,’ he said. He goes…fishing!”

Mary says she didn’t complain about being hassled ‘cause why bother when karma is going to spin its wheel and, besides, Gulpilil didn’t want any more trouble.


Julian Wilson describes his former master's reputation as "toxic." | Photo: Steve Sherman/@tsherms

Julian Wilson’s $US1.5 million lawsuit against Hurley explained; world #11 cites “Hurley’s increasingly toxic reputation in the professional surfing world”

According to Wilson, Hurley claimed that if he did not agree to the payment delay, they “would face bankruptcy.”

If you happened to tune into the Tweed Coast Pro today (and weren’t dropped by the site), you may have noticed Julian Wilson’s ensemble was notably plain.

No Hurley striped wetsuit.

The nose of his stick devoid of any stickers for the first time in years.

Odd for a perennial CT’er.

Even more odd for the second best-looking surfer on the CT, just barely bested by Wade Carmichael (I like my men hairy.).

Earlier this month, Julian Wilson filed suit against Hurley International in California state court.

The complaint alleges that Hurley refused to pay Wilson $1.5 million that was owed “under a written endorsement agreement.”

Wilson alleges that “Hurley [sought] to profit from the worldwide health pandemic” by claiming that Wilson had breached his contract by not participating in surf contests that were cancelled due to COVID-19.

In 2014, the parties allegedly entered into a seven-year contract where Wilson granted Hurley the right to use his name and promised to wear Hurley branded apparel at contests, to promote Hurley on Wilson’s social media accounts, to participate in photo shoots, and to make personal promotional appearances.

In return, Wilson was apparently owed $1.5 million per year plus additional performance-based bonuses.

In December of 2019, Hurley was purchased by Bluestar Alliance, “a brand management company.”

Following the sale, Bluestar allegedly announced its intention to “shift” away from athlete sponsorships.

The complaint claims that “at the time . . . ‘Bluestar [was] reportedly looking for loopholes in contracts for even the most high-profile athletes to use as leverage to renegotiate terms.’”

Hurley did not renew several contracts that expired in 2019, including Rob Machado’s and Adrian Buchan’s.

John John Florence also left Hurley in early 2020.

According to the complaint, Hurley made several attempts in January and February of 2020 to “renegotiate or terminate Wilson’s Contract, claiming it was too expensive.”

In response to the global pandemic, Hurley allegedly asked to delay their 2020 quarterly payments to Wilson.

According to Wilson, Hurley claimed that if he did not agree to the payment delay, they “would face bankruptcy.”

Wilson claims that “as an accommodation to Hurley, and in honor of their long-standing professional relationship,” Wilson agreed to amend the contract, pushing back the date of his first payment to June 15, 2020.

The complaint alleges that at the time of the contract amendment, Hurley knew of the impending cancellation of several World Tour events.

In June, “Hurley again approached Wilson” and “[asked] to extend the final year of the Contract . . . over two years, instead of one.”

Hurley then allegedly threatened to withhold Wilson’s upcoming payment of $375,000 if Wilson did not agree to the new offer.

Wilson declined the offer, citing “Hurley’s increasingly toxic reputation in the professional surfing world,” but still expressed his willingness to continue to work with Hurley.

On June 15, 2020, Hurley allegedly failed to send Wilson his first payment.

The following day, Hurley apparently notified Wilson that they were terminating his contract as “Wilson had ‘ceased’ to compete.”

Wilson claims that he has still not been paid.

The contract apparently entitled Hurley to reduce Wilson’s compensation if he failed to compete in at least five World Tour events in a year.

The contract also allegedly did not contain a force majeure clause.

For those of you who do not subscribe to dead languages, a force majeure clause essentially frees both parties from obligations in the event of extraordinary circumstances, such as a global pandemic.

Hurley no longer lists Wilson as one of its team riders.

We likely won’t have answers any time soon, as America’s legal system isn’t exactly known for efficiency.

But it seems that surfing’s bubble has burst.


Comment Live: Professional Surfing is back-esque with the Tweed Coast Pro!

It's go-ish time.

It has been many months since professional surfing in the ocean. Today, we have the Tweed Coast Pro which counts for neither World Qualifying Series points nor World Championship Tour points and cannot truly be considered professional surfing at all in the traditional sense of the phrase though is far, far, far better than any Stumble at a Ranch.

These visceral accidents, as I write this, are no longer a part of professional surfing, as under governments worldwide it was decided to protect the lungs of the surfers with a sort of social distancing designed in the terms of the decree “to avoid those horrible sights which so disgust foreigners and tourists.”

These protectors avoid these sights and greatly decrease the number of professional surfers with grave breathing problems, but they in no way decrease the pain suffered by the surf fan; they take away much of the bravery from the professional surer, this to be dealt with in a later post, and they are the first step toward the suppression of the professional surfing altogether.

The professional surf contest is an Australian institution; it has not existed because of the foreigners and tourists, but always in spite of them and any step to modify it to secure their approval, which it will never have, is a step towards its complete suppression.

Watch here and discuss.


Un-Spicoli: New York teenager arrested for “repeatedly going to school,” becomes champion of “anti-surf” establishment!

Skool is kool.

The anti-surf establishment, infuriated since their Mr. Hand was made to look very foolish by student/surfer Jeff Spicoli at Ridgemont High School in 1982, has finally found its champion on Long Island, very near Montauk.

You’ll certainly recall the scene wherein Spicoli entered Mr. Hand’s U.S. History class late after likely smoking marijuana in a van and proceeded to call him a “dick” to his face.

An aggressive insult, showing clear disregard for authority and education, that has not been avenged until this day.

For this day, or maybe yesterday, Maverick Stow marched into his William Floyd High School and was arrested for “repeatedly going to school on online days.”

The school released the following statement:

“Mr. Stow continues to display irresponsible and selfish behavior with today’s latest publicity stunt. He arrived wearing a neon green shirt — for high visibility — with a contingent of media just outside the fence line trying to capture him getting arrested as he entered the building.”

Young Mr. Stow countered with:

“I feel strongly that kids should be able to go to school five days a week. I hope that me facing the consequences for my actions are going to lead to potentially change in the schooling system and a 100% in-person learning solution.”

Young Mr. Stow’s mom, Nora Kaplan-Stow, added:

“Kids need to be in school every day. Virtual learning is not learning. My son is being suspended because he wants to be in school.”

Many questions.

Will the anti-surf establishment send young Maverick Stow on a high school speaking tour around these United States to counteract Jeff Spicoli’s damaging messaging that school isn’t cool?

Will his mom be joining him?

Do you think young Maverick Stow is named after:

a) Tom Cruise’s Top Gun character
b) The late U.S. Senator John McCain
c) James Garner
d) The city of Dallas, Texas’s NBA franchise
e) Other

Much to ponder.


Eighteen-foot Great White “mega shark” in feeding frenzy forces closure of iconic Australian Point and surrounding beaches!

The season of the White.

Ain’t nothing like the putrified carcass of a whale to fire the taste buds of a full-sized Great White, a meal more substantial than the surfers juvies have been hitting with abandon these past three months, the latest two days ago. 

RIP, Rob Pedretti, Mani Hart-Deville, Nick Slater. 

After a dead humpback whale was washed up at Waniora Point, Bulli, the Illawarra Council closed beaches at Bulli, Thirroul, Woonona and iconic Sandon Point, the closest Sydney surfers have to something approximating a Gold Coast point. It ain’t Snapper, but it’s something.

Crowds of spectators lined the grassy Sandon Point headland to enjoy the spectacle, some, with boats, enjoying a closer examination of the action. 

The whale carcass is expected to be towed out to sea today. 

Meanwhile, surfers who saw Thursday’s attack at the Superbank have spoken of a relentless “thirty-to-forty-five second” hit and of the Great White charging another surfer.

Never thought it’d come to this, but might be time to invest in one of Dr Jon Cohen’s Shark Bite First Aid Slam Kits. 

Could be the best hundred-twenty y’ever spent.