The most terrifying moment of my life was about six years ago in broad daylight on a back street of Sydney’s inner-west when I was pushing my then baby daughter in the pram on a walk to the local shops.

We’d just turned a corner and were crossing the normally quiet street when a bloke in a souped-up Ford muscle car came fanging around the curve on the wrong side of the road, forcing me to yank the pram backwards with and jump on to the footpath.
As I did this I shouted “Hey!” at the top of my voice and waved a fist in his direction. He slammed on the brakes, reversed at speed, and pulled up right next to the pram. “Did you say something arsehole?” he asked.
“No,” I lied, staring straight back at him.
“You did, didn’t you? What did you say?”
“Mate, I was talking to my daughter. I was just crossing the road.”
The guy stared back at me. He had a woman with him in the passenger seat, presumably his girlfriend, and at the time I remember thinking it was unlikely that he’d get out of the car and bash me to a pulp in front of her, especially as I had the added insurance of a baby.
But this bloke was so off the richter scale that it wouldn’t have surprised me if he did. He was the kind of macho man who would probably have thought his girlfriend would be turned on by an act of random brutality. Maybe she would have been.
So I just stood there motionless, half expecting him to get out the car, wondering what the hell I’d do next, armed as I was like some inner city nancy boy with a green recycling shopping bag and a takeaway flat white.
He kept staring at me for what felt like five minutes. Eventually he said: “This is your lucky you day, you piece of shit” and dropped the clutch and sped off.
I felt like I was going to spew up. And I remember fantasing that, if there really was a kind and all-powerful God, he’d see to it that once this bloke gunned the right-hand turn onto Parramatta Rd, he’d wrap himself around a telegraph pole, instantly making the world a much happier place.
This encounter changed my subsequent behaviour in that I no longer shout our honk at arseholes on the road. You read enough stories about people being knocked out with a wheel brace for firing up at a random hoon to know that it is not worth the risk. (In passing, this is what strikes me as the most reckless aspect of those daft RTA small penis speeding advertisements, in that they encourage law-abiding motorists to engage in a form of teasing which could quite easily land them in hospital, or possibly even a cemetery.)
But I’ve thought about this episode a number of times and discussed it with friends, some of whom have similar stories to tell. Experiences of this nature are not only depressingly commonplace, the fear that they will one day happen to you also seems to be widespread.
To this end, I felt a real twinge of self-recognition reading the report yesterday of a new study called the April 2010 Mind and Mood Survey, which is based on a series of lengthy focus group discussions conducted by public affairs firm Ipsos Mackay.
The Mind and Mood survey is an interesting form of social research in that it serves as a handy snapshot of what’s on our minds.
The April 2010 survey shows that we aren’t tossing and turning at night worrying that we are going to lose our jobs because of the lingering after-effects of the global financial crisis. We are concerned about cost of living issues. We are worried about the state of the health system. And we are irritated, almost to the point of pre-occupation, by what could best be described as quality of life issues such as bullying, random violence, hoon behaviour and street crime, with many of us now regarding society as a daily contest between the civilised and the uncivilised.
“Emanating from the same premise – that participants are living in an aggressive, more violent society – was the belief that some individuals are now engaging in new, premeditated acts of violence, such as knifing and glassing,” the report reads.
The surveys were conducted in Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Newcastle and Ballarat, and while it is not stated in the report, it would not be surprising if that sentiment was most pronounced in the bigger of these cities.
The backdrop to the responses is a kind of pragmatic defeatism, in that sensible people recognise that there is only so much that society can do to stamp out anti-social behaviour.
One good current example is the commendable “I Promise” campaign by Sydney’s Daily Telegraph to discourage hoon driving by urging motorists to sign a pledge not to drink drive, not to speed, not to be aggressive on the roads.
The campaign has succeeded in attracting tens of thousands of pledges and encouraged wider debate about responsibility on the roads – but I am sure the depressing reality is that the bulk of the people who have signed are already considerate and thoughtful drivers, rather than drongos such as my mate in the souped-up Ford who have experienced a life-changing epiphany.
This gulf in behaviour is also highlighted in today’s Daily Telegraph where court reporter Lisa Davies interviews NSW Chief Magistrate Graeme Henson about that hard core of recidivist drink-drivers who refuse to acknowledge the dangers of their ways.
But for all this defeatism, there is a strong message for government from this Ipsos report, which any political party with a good feel for public sentiment could readily turn into voter support.
Clearly there is a mainstream view that whatever can be done should be done to legislate against anti-social behaviour.
There’s a tendency for measures such as bans on glass in pubs, lockouts on opening hours or blitzes on hoon drivers to be attacked either as an infringement on civil liberties or dismissed as cheap election cycle populism.
The Ipsos report suggests that these qualms are not shared by the law-abiding majority, and that governments and oppositions are mistaken if they regard these issues as second-tier issues.
The idea of crushing confiscated cars might be attacked by some as an assault on personal freedoms or cheap political gimmickry.
But in the case of my mate in the Ford, I’m all for it – and on that day in 2004, with the added proviso that he was still behind the wheel.
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