It was 7:00am on December 31, 1999, when I sleepily
rolled over in my small-town Kansas home and clicked
on the television, just in time to catch live coverage
of the spectacular fireworks over Sydney Harbour as
Australia welcomed in the year 2000. As they marked
what some people were calling the dawn of a new
millennium, the first moments of year 2000 were
certainly remarkable. And as a native of Australia,
I'm proud that Sydney excelled in heralding those
moments. I stayed tuned to NBC all day to watch the
celebrations around the world, but none matched the
majesty and excitement of Sydney. Hence my
expectations were high for the opening ceremony of the
27th Olympiad, especially since Ric Birch, who
directed the Sydney's New Year Celebration, was slated
to direct the Opening Ceremony.
From what I saw (and I'd describe NBC's coverage as
sketchy, at best), the Opening Ceremony didn't
disappoint. The show was spectacular to the nth degree
(okay, maybe it was a tad over the top, but I loved it
all), with impressive choreography and lavish
costumes. Much of the music was vocal 3,500 choir
members from the Sing 2001 Choir, Sydney Philharmonia
Choirs, Sydney University Musical Society, the
Millennium Choir of the Greek Orthodox Archdiocese of
Australia, and the Sydney Children's Choir. If it
didn't blast your ears like John Williams' grossly
overused theme, it made another kind of mark,
thrilling and hauntingly beautiful.
The cultural part of the Opening Ceremony as
differentiated from the speeches, the pledge, and the
march of nations was divided into seven sections
which told the story of Australia. Somewhat
surprisingly, the narrative began with a rush of
horses whose riders wore traditional Aussie stockman
gear, Akubra hats and Driza-Bone coats. As pageantry,
the horses and riders were impressive. Symbolically,
however, this highly romanticized image of Australians
is a tad screwy. The horses and their riders refer to
Banjo Paterson's much loved poem "The Man from Snowy
River," which was also made into an internationally
acclaimed movie in 1982. The message conveyed is that
Australians are the rugged bushmen of the poem, even
though most Aussies rarely ride horses and leave
Akubras and Driza-Bones to the tourists.
Equally problematic is the chronology suggested by
this choice to begin the Ceremony, that the stockmen
preceded the Aborigines, who are, after all, the
oldest people on earth. Still, after the riders waved
their flags and threw their hats into the crowd, the
show settled into a somewhat more accurate history of
Australia. The second section showed an Australia
without people, save for our guide, 13-year-old Sydney
school girl Nikki Webster, who dove into the ocean, a
glittering world of fish and coral reefs. The third
section comprised Aboriginal dancers from Arnhem land,
led by one of their most famous members, Djakapurra,
who performed a eucalyptus smoke cleansing ritual.
Next came the Fire Section, recreating the look and
feel of bushfires, a regular part of Australian life.
The Tin Symphony then narrated the saga of European
settlement. We caught a glimpse of Captain James Cook,
but the greatest emphasis was on Ned Kelly, one of the
great bushrangers. Kelly and his gang wore distinctive
metal helmets while fighting off
the law, and it was those helmets scaled up to
enormous proportions that dominated this segment of
the event. Then came a salute to tin of all kinds,
accompanied by Irish fiddle music and girls
tap-dancing in Blundstones, traditional Aussie work
boots.
The most spectacular section came next, commemorating
the arrival of immigrants from the five continents of
the earth, each group wearing one color of the Olympic
rings. The magnificent costumes were designed by major
Australian designers, including Jenny Kee, Peter
Morrissey, and Lisa Ho, and film and theatre costume
designer Norma Moriceau. This was followed by the
"Eternity" section. The word "eternity" has
historical significance for Sydney-siders, who grew
accustomed to seeing it all around the city for over 3
decades. In 1930, Arthur Stace (an otherwise ordinary
citizen) was recovering from alcoholism. He was
inspired by a preacher and the word "eternity" and
wrote it in chalk all over the city for the next 35
years. The word was used as the culmination of the New
Year's Eve fireworks in Sydney; it was written in
lights on the Harbour Bridge. And, of course, the idea
of eternity is especially important to the whole
country during this time of resolution and
reconciliation with the Aborigines, people who have
been on the earth for an eternity, certainly longer
than any other culture anywhere else.
Finally, came the controversial marching band, the
cause of much ill will between the U.S. and Australia.
Apparently the Olympic organizers decided to use a
2,000 person marching band, and thought that the
sunburnt country did not possess 2,000 marching brass
players. An invitation was proffered to and accepted
by United States and Japanese high school students to
make up the number. When the Australian public found
out about the invitation, they went ballistic, and the
invitation was withdrawn. The fallout was tremendous
and, apparently, lingering. One U.S. reporter
described Australians as "loud, obnoxious
beer-drinking convicts" (all descriptions being
sources of great national pride). The result was not
worth the ill will. The marching band section was
particularly ordinary and hardly represents
Australians, who generally think of people walking
around with noisy metal instruments as yard-workers
with lawnmowers.
The climax for the ceremony was, as always, lighting
of the Olympic Cauldron. Track star Betty Cuthbert,
now in a wheelchair, carried the torch into the arena,
accompanied by fellow runner Raeline Boyle, a two-time
breast cancer survivor. They handed the torch to
swimmer Dawn Frasier, one of the most beloved athletes
in all of Australia, and from there it was passed to
runner Shirley Strickland, swimmer Shane Gould,
athlete Debbie Flintoff-King, and Aboriginal runner
Cathy Freeman, who was given the honor of lighting the
Cauldron. The image of Freeman standing in front of
the spectacular waterfall holding the Olympic torch
was impressive, and will long be remembered.
Australia's national anthem, "Advance Australia Fair,"
says, "Australians all, let us rejoice, for we are
young and free." Cathy Freeman seems to epitomize all
that and more. She is young, yet part of a long
cultural heritage. She is also symbolic of the
advancement that Australia continues to make toward
unity between white Australians and the Aborigines.
Whatever its faults, I loved the whole ceremony, every
last minute of it. What I didn't love was NBC's
coverage of it. NBC, which might stand for "Not Bloody
Complete," spent more time cutting away from the
ceremony than on the events themselves. Now, I
understand that the network has to make time for
advertisers: someone has to pay for all those
sentimental vignettes about athletes that have become
the norm for network Olympic coverage. What I don't
understand is why NBC had to break into coverage of
the cultural part the specifically Australian part
of the Opening Ceremony to ask individual athletes
from the U.S. team how they felt about being at the
event. Is it so crucial to show good ol' American
faces on the tube? The cultural section of the Olympic
games is not, after all, a Philip Glass opera that you
can just
pop in and out of at will. NBC's coverage fractured
the pageant's narrative integrity and the network's
determination to thrust microphones in the faces of
the U.S. team was costly to all the athletes. The
Sydney organizing committee, planning an
"athlete-friendly" games, had planned to give all
10,200 athletes a seat in the main stadium at the
opening ceremony. But NBC protested so violently that
the plans were scrapped. NBC claimed that seeing the
athletes before the march of nations would spoil its
effect. It's more likely that seating the athletes in
the stands would make them less accessible to
reporters asking, "How do you feel?" Really, I'm sure
they all felt proud to be representing their country.
I know I was bursting with pride at what my country
had accomplished with the Opening ceremony. Spectacle,
historical significance, and the promise of a great
future: it was all there. The Ceremony was more than
pageantry: it created a subtle blend of old and new
Australia, ancient Aboriginal rituals coupled with the
youthful potential of Nikki Webster. In the final
moment, Nikki and Djakapurra walked away together,
suggesting that the oldest culture on the earth and
one of the youngest might finally unite.