TPC is a live policy document (it mutates) and mirror to the culture based on documented insight, professional and lived experience in and out of the bureaucratic system. It positions that truth, policy and spirit must be embodied not performed to rebuild tanking trust in the state sector and escape the wrath of cultural degradation.
8 November 2025
I stepped into some technicolour truths while under siege by the inner ring after disclosing systemic misconduct in the public interest. Many months were sustained in hide and seek. Here are five truths from that epoch I couldn’t shake.
Inside the Narrative Control Room
What terrifies Bureaucratic BBs isn’t the courts or parliament, it’s the loss of narrative control and thus, command over culture and public perception. They feel it slipping in the wake of recent acts of courage. People are catching on and they are fiending for the realness we lost.
That’s why unchained writers, artists, poets, and journalists are among our most sacred. It’s why these voices are highly revered and equally smeared. They can’t be controlled, scripted or co-opted.
Bureaucracies do fear public courtrooms and parliamentary scrutiny to some extent. But familiar systems are steered to absorb the damage, soft land the media and pacify the public.
The Illusion of Integrity Reform
The recent PID (Public Interest Disclosure 2022) and MNDB (Mandatory Notification of Data Breach 2023) Acts are measures that leaders will cite to perform integrity and signal new horizons —yet the cultural baggage remains.
BBs and their network will mutate around these acts to shield their reputations. It becomes part of the new playbook.
Both measures were freely dodged in my case. While this was happening, the sector and implicated parties raised their profile with an awareness week on protecting whistleblowers from harm under the PID Act.
An entrenched state culture of silencing truth-tellers and marginal voices is not grave —it’s a crisis cocktail of ethical bankruptcy, psychological injury suppression, and the legal manipulation of public office.
At the same time, the increase in inclusion and integrity theatre isn’t by accident. It’s the strategic concealment of ethical rot made visible.
The Sydney Inclusion Theatre Company.
Building a reputation as an inclusive BB is a hot commodity these days. Those who play game will apply cunning tactics to secure their ticket to clout city. It’s tempting to laugh at the sanitary PR (you should though) — and then you witness the layers of clamping control underneath.
Misconduct is shuffled and siloed, personal files are blocked under legal privilege, discrimination is framed as care & support, retaliation as risk management & wellbeing. And the worst power plays get outsourced to hide under the cloak of deniability.
Most chilling is how this process numbs the agents inside from facing the truth about their role in cold reality. Tolerable enough to roll over and collect their juicy paycheck.
People that speak up must outlive smear cycles, scheduled harassment and coercive peekaboo until the goal is reached. BBs get branded as loyal battalion — while the people on the receiving end get banished from the bosom.
All for doing the work that leaders, unions and oversight bodies are paid to prioritise: act with courage to safeguard the public and protect people at risk. Courage being the key word.
That’s what you get under the banner of whistleblower reform. They tried it all on me. It failed. They went back to staging the next Frankenstein: The Integrity Disability NAIDOC Rainbow Megathon.
The people that get silenced are the beacons to our buried treasure.
The treasure belongs to us yet we pay for it to be gatekept, sanitised and locked away. If we turn our backs on protecting it, we don’t just lose ourselves, we lose our spirit and our culture together.
The spirit of Gadigal is unchained and sovereign — so is culture itself and so are we. Do we really want to live in a place where culture is pre-digested by BBs, PPs and KPIs before it’s allowed to be seen?
Culture and truth don’t need approval to exist.
We’ve forgotten something sacred. If you ask me — I want to feel the culture that never makes it through the gates. I want to hear from the spirits, the artists, the writers, the blokes serving mythic Aussie realness, and the public servants with a pulse that were banished from the bosom.
We’re sitting on a goldmine.
Technicolour Policy Candy First Edition.
