It is easy for Westerners to dismiss the idealism of reformist Marxists, yet they warrant admiration for their valiant intellectual struggles and individualistic aspirations -- thinkers, for example, such as Căi Xiá, whose remarkable candour in calling for greater freedom is perhaps a bigger worry for Beijing than the coronavirus

Australians who dream of relief from the uncomfortable China connection by closer ties with the “world’s biggest democracy”, of profitable access to a market of 1.3 billion consumers and of a free-market partner in world trade, had better re-assess their expectations

We must avoid pushing the West’s potential friends and admirers in China, who in essence think like we do, into the embrace of the nationalist-communist hardliners. That could have tragic consequences all round. Let’s not repeat history out of ignorance or spite!

One needed a working knowledge of Hokkien Chinese to understand Kuala Lumpur's rubber market of half a century ago. No such knowledge is required to grasp how government meddling in the interplay of buyers and sellers laid it low,

My family was 'ethnically cleansed' and, soon after that, we became refugees fleeing the Soviets, a journey that ended 46 years ago in Australia. Believe me, I know a thing or two about migration, not least that one must never consider importing alien populations without addressing their integration

Mario Vargas Llosa’s journey from Castro groupie to steel-eyed critic of both Leftism and populism gives the observations and commentary of his latest book the authority of a long life both lived and examined. To describe it as a joy of the first order would be to engage in understatement

Identity politics, a near-religious environmentalism, the promotion of multicultural 'otherness' and ceaseless encroachment of cultural Marxism represent the four fronts of an ongoing assault. As ANU's shameful rejection of the Ramsay endowment demonstrates, no quarter is given

Enlightenment Now: The Case for Reason, Science, Humanism, and Progress […]

The simple act of immersing oneself in hot water is not so simple as you might think, not under the edicts of Brussells' commissars, who busy themselves with regulating bathing costumes, the gender of lockers and which varieties of body hair may or may not be dipped in a Jacuzzi