For all my life, I've been a remarkably fortunate person. I've been blessed with good health until the last few years, and bathed in the love of wonderful people around me. I've had an abundance of good things. I've had periods of sadness, too, and I very much regret having made those I love unhappy – but those times have passed and it serves no purpose to wallow in what can't be changed. In my adult life I never hurt anyone out of malice, though I know I sometimes did out of thoughtlessness and ignorance.
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| Tracey & Denis |
The last fourteen years of my life I have spent with, and
been loved by, and married the one who is to me the most beautiful, intelligent
and caring woman in the world. It's impossible for me to express the amount of care and time and patience Tracey has given me, with little thought to her own
needs. She has always placed mine first. This path we've had to share since
2009 has been more difficult than anyone can understand unless you've travelled
a similar one – and cared as much as she has. She hid her tears from me many
times, knowing how much they tore me apart; yet to cry alone and out of sight
is one of the saddest things in life.
I was able to truly understand the meaning of love through
her presence in my life.
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| Denis with Sylvia (L), Christian & Alice (R) |
I also have wonderful, clever, loving daughters who mean the
world to me, and a family – parents, my sisters and their husbands and
families, who gave structure to my life through their love and concern. I have
a loving stepdaughter, and I have a delightful stepson who has grown in Tracey’s
and my care from a little child to a fine man. Tracey’s family has been as my
own to me and gave me abundant support when it was most needed.
My life has been completed and fulfilled by some very
special people. They know who they are and I won't try to name them here. I've
had an occupation all my life that I've loved and which made my work my play;
and made my occupation my hobby. Not everyone can say that. After retirement
from university life, I did things that have given me great pleasure and, I believe,
pleasure to many other people. I have no great unfulfilled ambitions, except
the trip to Europe that Tracey, Christian and I planned to do in 2010, and
which became impossible when my illness came to light.
If I've clung to life to the end it's only because of the
joy of sharing life with close family and friends, and my desire to be with
them as long as possible. For me, nothing else mattered but those bonds of love
and friendship. To allow them to slip away is, by far, the most difficult thing
to accept.
So I say with utter sincerity that I've had a fortunate life
– far more fortunate than most people on this planet, and I'll always be
grateful for this. But that balance – so heavily in favour of good things over
bad in my life – is why I'm also grateful that I had the chance to reflect on
my life and its meaning through the window of terminal illness. That time for
reflection isn't something everyone gets. It's a window through which things
become sharper and more vivid than any other.
It came as a shock nevertheless to face the near-certainty
of imminent death at an age when I might have expected to live longer than I
did. I thought about death a great deal in the past few years. Not everyone
does. I became more aware than ever that life is always a fleeting thing,
whether you reach one year of age, or ten or a hundred years. Every life is a
little spark that flickers briefly, sometimes brightly, and then the spark
fades quickly and passes back into an infinity of space and silence.
That's how we're programmed. While we live for this brief
time, our bodies are the bearers of who and what we are. They are not us;
they're just the vessels in which our true self resides. We stop sometimes, and
try to take stock. We move on, and simply live. We occasionally contemplate the
great questions or put them aside as an insoluble puzzle.
This is just how it should be. Whatever endures beyond my
body will do so, especially in the form of the consequences of my actions in
life, and my only wish is that whatever I've taken from the world, I have been
able to give something meaningful back.
When my youngest sister Kay died of breast cancer in 2008,
she told us always to look for her spirit in the flowers. This is written on
her headstone. It's very apt – life and beauty regenerated. She was an earth
person, and she lies at the source of her beloved plants and flowers and trees.
I am a sky person, which is why I wanted my mortal remains
to be cremated. Anyone who wishes to can imagine my spirit set free to roam where
it will. Day or night, in the eternity of space and time, there's something of
me that will be around somewhere.
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| Sunset - Armidale NSW |
Only recently have I truly understood the meaning of the
Tibetan verse: ‘Don't mourn for me, but for those who stay behind.’ I am now free.
If you mourn for me just the right amount, I am honoured - but celebrate, as I
always have done, my life and good fortune – and accept, as I always have, the
wisest of all sayings from Chinese philosophy,
'Who knows what's good or bad?'
I am truly free.
Eulogy for Dr Denis Wright (2/5/1947 – 7/12/2013)
Tracey has asked me to review
what we might call the public life of Dr Denis Wright. Denis and I joined UNE’s History Department
at the same time in January 1976 and we retired on the same day in July 2007 so
we had a lot of shared history.
Everyone present this
morning had a connection with Denis in some way or another and held him in high
esteem with great affection. But which
Denis do you remember? Is it Denis the
internationally recognised scholar, the inspirational and innovative teacher,
the exacting but supportive supervisor, the enthusiastic hockey player and
exuberant coach, the creative film-maker or one of several other roles that
Denis filled quietly and self-effacingly?
With the assistance of Tracey’s notes, Denis’ blog and information from
Howard Brasted I’ll try and cover most of these aspects.
Denis was born in May 1947 in
Gladstone, Queensland but spent his childhood on the family dairy farm in
Calliope about 20 kilometres away with two older sisters Jan and Lyn and later
a younger one, Kay. Dairying in the
1950s was the most exacting form of farming and from an early age Denis helped
with the milking. His mother would wake
him with a cup of tea and a slice of toast about 5.45 and leave for the milking
parlour. Denis followed and helped with
the cows until around 7 before returning to the house to get breakfast for
himself and Kay and leaving for school.
After school and at weekends he often helped with the second
milking.
Denis started school early,
before he was 5, at Calliope State School where 40 or 50 children were taken to
grade 8. Although he was younger than
his classmates Denis did well at school but had a clear view that he was not
going to be a farmer. When asked if he
was proceeding to Gatton Agricultural College he told the head teacher “Sir … I
don’t want to be a farmer. I want to be a teacher”. Consequently, he went on to High School in
Gladstone and finished there with a result in the senior public exam which won
him a scholarship to the Teachers’ College at Kelvin Grove in Brisbane. When he left home to stay with his mother’s
sister, Auntie Mavis, he was not yet 17.
Followers of Denis’s blog
will find many stories of his childhood and they all reflect the innocence of a
very different era though there are amusing tales of his misadventures with
Bimbo Brown and the organizational perils, tinged with a frisson of danger, in
having a ‘Calliope girl’ and a ‘Town girl’ for the different local dances.
The teachers’ course was 2
years but within two weeks of its commencement Denis had enrolled in a BA at
the University of Queensland which could be studied externally with
twice-weekly evening classes. Here
serendipity shaped Denis’s future. There
were only three options in the history programme and he didn’t fancy European
or American history but Indian history sounded different and interesting. More importantly he met two people who were
to have an enormous influence both professionally and personally –Dr Damodar
Singhal and his wife Dr Devahuti.
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| Denis & Duncan |
Back in Brisbane Denis
lodged with his father’s sister Auntie Amy and was soon joined in the city by
Kay who was also at the university. In
the long university vacations Denis went home and worked in an assortment of
summer jobs, as a postie, a barman, a wine waiter and a labourer on the coal wharves
stacking oil drums.
Denis imagined he would
return to teaching and, in time, probable promotion to a headmastership, but he
was persuaded to do Honours in history with a thesis on the Kashmir
Dispute. His kindly mentors Drs Singhal
and Devahuti then asked him to stay on as a Tutor on the History of Asian
Civilisations course which he did from 1971 until he moved to UNE. A Tutor was paid more than a teacher of an
equivalent age and Denis saw this as an opportunity to marry Janette and, with
regular renewals of his contract offering security, to start a research MA on
the relations between India and Pakistan.
He was 23.
In 1973 on the day he
submitted his MA Denis enrolled for a PhD on the new state of Bangladesh which
was formed in 1971 from what had been East Pakistan. With the commitment that we have all seen in
various settings, Denis threw himself into research with a trip to London and a
stint at Chatham House with several months in India and Bangladesh before
returning to Brisbane to continue as a Tutor and work on his research
topic.
By the time he accepted the
lecturing position at UNE in 1976, Alice had arrived in 1975 to be joined by
Sylvie four years later. Denis suspended
his PhD while he constructed new courses, wrote lectures and external teaching
materials but a study leave in 1980 allowed him to do the work in the USA,
India, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Oxford that finally enabled him to finish and
submit his thesis.
This is not the place to
recite a catalogue of Denis’s many publications. It is sufficient to note that he wrote
several books, co–authored others and published many chapters and articles on
aspects of Bangladeshi history, politics and culture and that he was a widely
recognized expert on the modern history of the sub-continent and, of course, on
Bangladesh in particular. He wrote
articles on child labour and the trafficking of women and girls in Asia and the
chapters for an Australian government report on child labour in Bangladesh and
Nepal that has been used by other governments as a model for combating child
labour in developing countries.
Denis spent several study
leave periods in Bangladesh, including one when virtual civil war raged around
Dhaka and he heard the bullets snapping overhead. His first two books on Bangladeshi history
and politics were published simultaneously in that country and India. It is typical of Denis that he arranged that
the royalties on these books remain in the sub-continent and be distributed to
various charities and foundations. The
number sold and the extent of the charitable outcome is unknown but both have
enjoyed a constant cycle of reprints and republication by other
publishers. Denis became such a
well-known figure in Bangladesh that he was affectionately referred to as the ‘white
Bengali’ – speaking and reading both Hindi and Bengali – and an observer who
understood the psychology of both Hindus and Muslims. Indeed, it was for that reason that he was
invited in 2001 to give the keynote address at the inaugural meeting of the
Bangladeshi Psychological Society at Dhaka University.
At UNE Denis was an
inspiring teacher. Through his
long-lasting, full-year unit The Great
Traditions of Asia he introduced generations of students to the history,
culture, philosophies and religions of India, China and Japan. It is no exaggeration to say that he opened
the minds of many to the possibilities of ‘otherness’ and he displayed manifest
satisfaction when students began to switch on to the cultural history of South
and East Asia. He was also a very good
supervisor at all levels; exacting in his insistence on accuracy, use of
evidence and elegant expression but always supportive and eager to see his
students realise the same goals that had been his as a young scholar. He was the pre-eminent innovator in the
Department and later the School in his use of emerging technologies in distance
education. Indeed his foundation unit
was one of the first to be offered online long before it became standard practice. He was also the acknowledged, though unpaid,
‘go to’ man when any of the historians encountered problems with their
computers. You must remember that those
were the days when it was decided to issue computers to all staff but there was
no money to train colleagues how to use them.
His contribution to the
profession was no less significant. In
1984 he became the Treasurer of the South Asian Studies Association, the
professional body representing scholars in that field. This was when the colleagues in Asian history
at UNE took over a virtually moribund journal and turned it around so that it
is today regarded as one of the world’s best.
In 2000 SASA awarded Denis Life Membership as an acknowledgment for the
twenty years he served the Association.
Denis met Tracey when she
was studying philosophy and world religions.
They had much in common, as we came to realise, and with his first
marriage over Denis pursued a romance with his customary diligence. Tracey eventually moved to Armidale in 1999
and her passion for music and the theatre opened up a whole new area of
interest for Denis. He started to make
films of Musical Society productions and after his retirement he continued to
film, edit and produce DVDs so successfully that he and Tracey set up Tabbycat
Productions - a small filming and editing business. As you can imagine Denis quickly mastered the
intricacies of digital editing and production and was getting ever more
enthusiastic about the venture when his illness was diagnosed. Denis was made a Life Member of the Musical
Society and an award set up in his name.
It is a fitting acknowledgement of everything Denis stood for that the
chief criterion in selecting a recipient for the award is that their commitment
to the Musical Society outweighs their desire for self- promotion.
That brings me to the last
substantive category of activities that I must mention so that everyone has a
proper appreciation of Denis Wright. He
was for many years an active contributor to Brain Mass, an organization that
provides professional online academic assistance and advice. For almost two decades he was one of just
three directors of an international aid agency [BODHI] that raises and
distributes thousands of dollars to charities, mainly in South and Southeast Asia,
bringing health and education to thousands with the key principle being
sustainability. In 2010 BOHDI
established four annual scholarships in Denis’s name for girls in
Bangladesh. Denis also assisted ANTaR
–Australians for Native Title and Reconciliation – with graphic design and
layout for their regular newsletters. He
was a hockey coach for ten years in the 1980s and 90s and is remembered by many
of his hockey girls in town. He also
took groups for educational tours across China and was especially fond of
travelling the old Silk Road. Lastly
through his blog, ‘My Unwelcome Stranger’, Denis has given many other people
who are confronting a brain disease, as either a patient or carer, a source of
information and inspiration of such significance that the blog has been
selected for preservation by the Australian National Library in its Pandora
Archive.
When we spoke with Denis
last week, Howard and I told him that if everything we did as academics and in
life was boiled down to a couple of questions they would be ‘was it all
worthwhile’ and ‘did I make a difference’?
And that for him, the answer was an unequivocal yes!
David Kent
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| Painting by Den's niece - Jessamy Gee |
