• Epic scam

    A VOICE reader targeted by international scammers wants to warn others of a diabolical scheme preying on Perth men looking for a date.

    The scheme extorts victims out of thousands of dollars by threatening to send intimate videos of them to their family and friends.

    The blackmailers connect with their targets on online dating platforms and then set up a video call in hopes of gathering racy footage to use as extortion material. 

    The scams have become increasingly common over the past few years, but what surprised our reader was the length of time the scammer committed to the ruse. 

    After matching on the dating app Tinder, this scammer spent weeks texting with the target before asking for a video chat.

    • Threatening texts sent by scammers targeting Perth men looking for a date.

    For “at least two weeks, if not more,” our reader Mark (not his real name) told us, which made him think it was unlikely a scammer would spend that much time on a target. 

    The scammer was in the Philippines but Tinder allows people to search for dates in distant places. She came up with a cover story that she worked at a Perth hotel and was in the Philippines for a holiday until February.

    Then this week she asked for a video chat via Instagram, and things quickly heated up.

    Such steamy video calls are pretty common among young daters: About 50 per cent of generation Y and generation Z have sent a nude image of themselves or disrobed during a video chat, according to a 2023 study published in Archives of Sexual Behaviour.

    “It’s pretty normal,” our gen-Z source said, “for me and my generation, this is pretty common,” and this had followed a pretty typical flirty trajectory.

    Shortly after the call started the woman exposed her breasts, and asked the target to show himself.

    The heat of the moment lowered our source’s guard enough to heed her request.

    “I see breasts, my normal reaction is: F*** yeah,” Mark says. “So I obviously go to whip out my appendage and, you know, give it a few one-two-threes.” 

    And then the woman asked him to show his face again. Shortly after he did, she hung up.

    “A few minutes go past, and she sends me a screen recording of literally what I was just doing.”

    “And then she sends me a screenshot of all my contacts,” including parents, friends and family, whose accounts were found on social media.

    “And then she’s like: Send me $10,000, or I send it.

    “This all happens at like 10pm and I’m freaking out. And the other thing is I didn’t want to tell anyone obviously, because like I’m ashamed that I was in this position in the first place, like a f***ing idiot.”

    They bargained down to $1,000. Mark first attempted to send the payment via PayPal, but the platform refused to let the payment go through. The transfer eventually worked via the international transfer service Remitly, sending the money to a bank account in the Philippines. 

    But it wasn’t enough: almost immediately, the scammer asked for more money, now wanting $4,000 to delete the video. 

    Mark says that’s when he realised they could just keep asking for more, and he got angry.

    While stalling the blackmailer with a few invectives, he set all his social media accounts to private, and then blocked the scam accounts. 

    He reported the encounter to Remitly and to the police via the federal ReportCyber website, providing the scammer’s phone number, name and the bank account details.

    The police contacted Mark the next day, and he says “they figured out who they were”. The initial PayPal transfer failing made the scammers desperate enough to send their bank account number. Police are also able to create a “hash”, a unique code related to the video, that can be put in databases to prevent the video being uploaded to popular porn or social media sites. 

    Because Mark reported the crime quickly to Remitly, the company was able to cancel the payment before it was finalised and the $1000 was returned to his account.

    Mark says the police “were actually really good. They’re just like: Yeah, you’re not alone, there’s heaps of people this happens to, but it’s really good that you’re coming forward and telling us about it.

    “So many people are ashamed, which I totally get.”

    But Mark was more angry than ashamed, and he says “I’m pretty happy that I spoke out, because obviously you could tell that they’d done it to a lot of people,” given how practiced the scammers seemed. 

    “So who knows how much money they’ve taken from other people?”

    by DAVID BELL

  • Time to start acting out

    BROADCASTER and author Sandra Ramini-Harris says society needs to redefine its notion of ageing, saying older people are being sidelined despite the wealth of experience they have.

    The Perth resident, whose illustrious career included interviewing John Lennon and Yoko One while sharing a bed with them during a peace lie-in, has just written her fourth book Act III which addresses the challenges and stereotypes associated with ageing.

    Approaching her 83rd birthday, Ramini-Harris says older people need to embrace the third act of their life, and advocates for a positive shift in perspective on ageing.

    She began writing Act III when she noticed a decline in work opportunities, attributing it to ageism. 

    • Broadcaster and author Sandra Ramini-Harris. Photo by Steve Grant

    Experience

    “That surprised me because I knew I was doing good work, and I knew, in fact, it was probably the best work that I was doing, because experience is a great teacher,” she said.

    She critiques the language commonly used to describe older people, rejecting terms like “wrinkly senior” or “elderly.” 

    She argues that this demographic represents a reservoir of experience, with each year lived adding valuable insights. Ramini-Harris urges a celebration of age rather than an apology, emphasising the need to relish the freedom and choices that come with the later stages of life.

    Ramini-Harris says her goal is not only to get young people to reconsider these stereotypes, but also to inspire older people to embrace the later stages of life with enthusiasm. She says many have fallen for the ‘young is everything’ message of mass media.

    She criticises the trend of cosmetic procedures aimed at reversing the ageing process, advocating for authenticity and embracing the beauty that comes with age – grey hair and wrinkles.

    Ramini-Harris also rejects the notion that merely existing is a worthwhile goal. 

    She wants to live life fully, savouring every moment, experiencing new adventures, and cherishing milestones like witnessing grandchildren flourish, and says others should do the same.

    Ramini-Harris suggests people should join groups like book clubs, Probis or Rotary, saying it fosters connections and creates spaces where seniors can share experiences and support one another.

    Act III is available on major online platforms like Amazon, and Ramini-Harris welcomes direct inquiries through her email address sharrisramini@gmail.com

    by STEVE GRANT

  • SUMMER READING: Titanic tale

    An entry from our Summer Reading competition.

    MY grandfather Herbert William Lee (1875-1921) was a professional soldier. 

    A company sergeant major drill instructor, he served in the Boer War and the Great War in the 1/28th Battalion as a member of the WA Mounted Rifles.

    Herbert was an Englishman and married a Welsh girl Mabel Frances Finch-Davis. 

    They migrated in September 1902 to Western Australia and lived in the Fremantle Drill Hall.

    • Reginald Robinson Lee c1897 was lookout on the Titanic (below).

    He was discharged medically unfit and it seems his injuries were sustained from falling off a bike (probably drunk going on my father’s memories of him) while on duty in England during World War I.

    Herbert and his wife are buried in Fremantle Cemetery.

    His brother Reginald Robinson Lee (1870-1913) was notable for the fact he was lookout on the Titanic, in the crow’s nest at the time of collision with the iceberg.

    Reg spent his early working life in the Royal Navy. 

    He was discharged in 1900 because he was “unreliable where alcohol is obtainable”. 

    In 1912 he was lookout on the Titanic – perhaps there was a lack of due diligence on crew appointments on the great ship. 

    He survived the Titanic but he could not survive his demons

    The two brothers only lived to their mid-40s. 

    Both had a weakness for alcohol.

    A friend visited the Kew records office to look for the service record of RR Lee and could not understand how a naval officer could have thrown away a career in the navy for a life as an able seaman in the merchant navy.  

    He made these notes…

    He left the RN under a cloud – he was placed on the retired list on 1st Feb 1900 – because he had a severe drink problem.

    The captain of his last ship wrote on July 1899: ‘Performance of duty not at all satisfactory, cannot be depended on to do his work punctually and carefully without constant supervision.

    On the whole a very unreliable officer. He cannot be trusted when liquor is obtainable. He has intemperate habits.’

    He had previously been sent home from Jamaica on the SS Spartan in 1898 after a spell in hospital suffering from Delirium Tremenal caused by his drink problem. 

    Bearing in mind that as a paymaster he was responsible for all the ship’s stores, he would have had unlimited access to the ship’s rum supply.

    Would he have been cold stone sober when he was a lookout on the Titanic some 12 years later?

    My experience of 23 years in the Royal Navy tells that those with an alcohol problem do not shake it off easily.

    It probably also ruined his marriage.

    So resplendent in his naval officer’s uniform, achieving 85 per cent in his paymaster’s exam and throwing it all away. What a shame!

    by GORDON LEE

  • SUMMER READING: Bon Scott kissed my wife

    An entry from our Summer Reading competition.

    SHELLEY says, “Bon Scott kissed me once. On the cheek.”

    I look at her with my look of having heard it all before, although in this instance I haven’t heard it at all. 

    I just don’t want to give her any satisfaction when it’s been a long morning. We’ve been waiting endless hours for our friends who are coming down the coast from Gero on the Carnival Princess. 

    They sent a message to say the weather got rough and they had to stand off somewhere, so we’ve been filling in time since eight. 

    Since we heard, I’ve been going on and on about how ships can’t stand off, only float off. 

    Even though I could tell Shelley was sick of listening to me I just couldn’t stop.

    “He was born in Forfar,” I tell her. “Bon. And lived in Kirriemuir until he was 10 and migrated here with his family.”

    “Hmm,” says Shelley, who hates my little factoids. “Well it might have been him or it might have been one of his roadies,” she adds, “but I think it was him. He had a particular sort of smell.” 

    Shelley leans up against the statue of the possible cheek kisser, and because he’s balanced on an amplifier she’s sniffing at his thigh, or maybe it’s his crotch. 

    “Well, how does he smell then?” I joke.

    “Brassy, kind of shiny; just like I remember.” She’s serious.

    “Did you know,” I ask her, “that Fremantle derived from the name of a hamlet in France named Fromentel? Well not in the first instance, as it was named for Admiral Fremantle, but the origins of his name seems to trace back to the French words for cold cloak, and the hamlet Fromentel.” 

    Shelley doesn’t even feign interest.

    I’m not interesting to her any more, and I know I’m slowly losing her which makes me panic. 

    “Something personal,” I tell myself, “say something personal, not just facts, facts annoy her”.

    Then, while we’re looking at Bon and imagining our lives in the mid-70s, I say something personal but the minute the words are out of my mouth I know I’m done for. 

    “Idiot, idiot. Idiot,” I chant to myself and I don’t want to look up and see her face because, like I said, I’m done for because what I said is, “Why would he choose you? Like, seriously, Shelley, of all the girls why would he choose to kiss you?”

    So here we are, standing across from a famous fish and chip place, the fishing boats glinting their value back at us, and on the surface it looks like all is well with the world but I’ve just gone and stuffed it. 

    I chance a look at her. I take in her so-soft skin and the pink flush that’s rising up her neck and colouring her cheeks and because I’m looking I can also feel, really feel, the way her softness sinks into my body when we sleep. 

    I can hardly bear the thought I might have lost her forever because I’m an idiot who can’t say personal things and communicates through facts.

    “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” I say quickly, “Didn’t come out the way I meant.” 

    Now she turns to me and says she wished I had stopped talking. 

    “Me too,” I say, ‘but it’s the Freo vibe, makes me ramble.”

    “Fremantle,” she corrects, “not Freo,” because now everything about me annoys her. 

    My breathing, my stance, my rants about the demise of the fifth estate, my fact filled responses. “And it’s Geraldton, not Gero,” she snaps.

    Well she can say it easily enough but I’m always stuck behind anxiety that I will say it wrong. 

    Never sure if it has lots of hard e’s like Freemantle, or if I should swallow the e and say Fr’mantle. Or now, Fromentel, which really does have a beautiful ring to it. 

    We both stare at the water, chop-chopping near the edge of the jetty. 

    Because I know she’s upset I try to explain; I think if I can make her pity me a bit we might get back on track. I also keep talking because if I don’t hurry and make this right I will be left here with the statues of the Italian fisherman and Bon, three lonely frozen-in-time men watching the water. 

    I tell her another bit of my story, about how I came here as a kid, a migrant like Bon. 

    How I asked the teacher to help me spell pier and she, young and blonde and immeasurably beautiful, didn’t know what a pier was. How the teacher had struggled to hide her resentment of the flies and our little town ways and that I knew a word she didn’t, so, to cover her embarrassment she attacked me. 

    “You’re not in the East now Bruce,” she said. “Here we say jetty. And dance not darnce, and parsty not pastie.” 

    That was how my first love/crush/romance got jumped on. 

    Now, one particularly bright flash of sunlight bounces from a wave cap and hits my eye and I blink out a tear which leads a few more down my face and I’m nine again and humiliated because I don’t fit. 

    Shelley looks at me and I sniff, pretending it’s hay fever. 

    This is a pivotal moment, my mum would have said, this is where life can turn on a sixpence. 

    “I’m really sorry Shelley,” I say again. “That must have been amazing, being kissed by Bon. Or even by his roadie. It must have made your day.” 

    She looks me in the eye. And laughs. ”You’re a right idiot,” she says, and I know we’re okay again. 

    Then we walk down the narrow streets of Fromentel and head towards the wharf where the Carnival Princess might finally be waiting, no longer standing off but standing by. 

    I feel Bon watching us leave, feel the cold cloak lifting.

    by THOM DAVIES

  • Elegant abode

    THIS federation-style house in East Perth is an absolute stunner.

    Spanning over 400sqm with four bedrooms, two bathrooms and a four-car garage, it combines style with practicality in an elegant package. The craftsmanship is second to none with solid jarrah doors, handmade staircase, period fireplaces, windows sashes and ornate architraves.

    It also meets the needs of the 21st century family with all the mod cons including a state-of-the-art security system, brand-new high-end appliances, sophisticated lighting, and an advanced air con system with individual room monitoring and temperature control.

    The bathrooms, with their floor-to-ceiling tiles and new tapware, marry modern functionality with classic design.

    There’s some lovely outdoor areas too, with the spacious terrace perfect for al fresco dining or relaxing in the sun.

    The property has undergone extensive renovations including a unique four-car garage with app-controlled jarrah garage doors, illustrating that no expense has been spared.

    Situated on Victory Terrace, it’s a in lovely spot in East Perth with Optus Stadium, the Swan River, Claisebrook Cove and Victoria Gardens all close by.

    Home open today (Saturday January 20) 1:30pm
    28 Victory Terrace, East Perth
    Hartanto Properties
    9364 2788
    Agent Eric Hartanto
    0421 272 152

  • Shedding the ‘men’

    VINCENT Men’s Shed has celebrated its 10th birthday and renamed to Vincent Community Shed so everyone knows they are welcome to join.

    Unlike the stricter men-only outfits, the Vincent shed has always been open to women since it started up in 2013. 

    It  has some female members on the books, but a typical day at the Farmer Street workshop is still mostly blokes.

    “We want to make it more open to the public,” long-time chairman Roy Haagman says, and that’ll include expanding the range of crafts practiced there beyond timber and metal working: “Boardgames, cooking, pottery, sewing, who knows!”

    • Roy Haagman says he’s seen a lot of members improve their health and outlook since joining the shed. Photo by David Bell

    The men’s shed movement has been centred around improving members’ health since it was started by South Australian care worker Maxine Chaseling 30 years ago.

    She noticed older men often experienced rapid declining health if they didn’t keep active after retirement, and founded the first community shed in Goolwa in 1993.

    Mr Haagman joined the Vincent shed about eight years ago, soon after retiring as a credit manager.

    He says the positive effect on members has been plain to see in his time there. 

    “For physical health and mental wellbeing… you can see a difference in them, in their outlook,” he says. 

    The Vincent shed has an extra tool to help members forge camaraderie: Every morning at 10.30am there’s a mandatory down-tools order, and all members gather for a cup of tea or coffee and a chat. 

    “I’ve learnt so much since joining,” Mr Haagman says, about both tools and people, both of which can be temperamental. 

    “I love working with people – you’ve just got to accept that everyone’s different.”

    Anyone interested in joining up is encouraged to come along and have a look around during opening hours on Mondays and Thursdays 8.30am to 12.30pm, Tuesdays 8.30am to 4pm, and Saturdays 9am to 4pm.

    by DAVID BELL

  • Double trouble?

    A HEFTY new apartment complex with shops and a tavern is planned for the North Perth stretch of Charles Street.

    Developers are hoping to get approval for double the standard height allowance.

    The seven-storey $35million proposal would include 59 residential apartments, 15 units specialised for disability or aged care, and 42 micro co-living units for short-to-medium term accommodation. 

    It will be built on the site of North’s Perth “Village Square” at 299 Charles Street, a commercial block which has been progressively emptied of its tenants over the past year or so. All existing buildings there are due for demolition.

    • Seven-ish storeys: Space Collective Architects’ design for 299 Charles Street.

    In the distant past it hosted Brownes Dairy HQ, which relocated in the 1970s.

    Vincent council’s built form policy lists a “standard” height of four storeys or 13m for that strip of Charles Street, but Space Collective Architects are hoping that the Joint Development Assessment Panel will allow near-double that at 25.3m at the highest point.

    Vincent planners reckon this one counts as eight storeys, but the applicant says it’s more like seven storeys across the majority of the sloping block.

    Extra storeys can be granted by the JDAP if a project fits with the “desired future scale and character of the street and local area”. 

    The JDAP, a state government body that decides the fate of bigger projects, has been pretty amenable to granting extra height even when the local council disagrees (‘Triple trump’, Voice, December 16, 2023).

    Public comment on the proposal is open until February 6 via imagine.vincent.wa.gov.au.

    by DAVID BELL

  • Musical feast

    A MERGING of musical genres is planned for this year’s City of Bayswater community concert with hip hoppers, jazz players, swing singers and Indigenous artists sharing a stage for the night.

    There’ll be soulful numbers from Noongar duo Gina Williams and Guy Ghouse, hip-hop from Noongar/Jingili artist ZERO Emcee, and a jazzy streak from Lucy Iffla and the 950 Express Big Band.

    • Performers Guy Ghouse, Mace Francis of 950 Express, ZERO Emcee, and Gina Williams with Bayswater mayor Filomena Piffaretti.

    This year’s community concert has been co-named  “Ngala Maya”, a Noongar term meaning “our place” and there’ll also be Aboriginal and contemporary dance and didgeridoo playing.

    Bayswater mayor Filomena Piffaretti said in a pre-event press release they aimed to host a community event that’d cater to all ages and interests.

    • ZERO Emcee, who’s previously performed with WAYJO and taught hip hop to detainees in the Don Dale Detention Centre.

    “Bringing together jazz, hip-hop and Indigenous culture means there really is something for everyone at this free event,” Ms Piffaretti said.

    It’s free and there’ll be market stalls and food trucks on site at Pat O’Hara Reserve Morley from 4pm to 8.30pm on Saturday February 3. 

  • The price of peace

    PERTH songwriter, musician and architect Amir Mishkin says there must have been an angel “orchestrating behind the veil” to give him the chance to write the soundtrack for a documentary about his famed great-great grandfather.

    Mishkin-Qalam was considered the greatest calligrapher of 19th century Persia (now modern-day Iraq), but his conversion to the Baha’i faith saw him exiled and imprisoned on Cyprus for more than a decade by the Ottoman Sultan of Constantinople. 

    Recently the documentary Mishkin-Qalam had its Australian premiere at Hoyts Booragoon, following its international launch in Cyprus, where most of the recreations and interviews were shot by film-makers Eland Nasehi and Arman Arian.

    Already it’s picked up four film festival awards, including best original score at the European Art Festival for Mishkin’s soundtrack.

    • Musician Amir Mishkin in his Applecross studio. Photo by Steve Grant

    Mishkin says there was a fair bit of detective work to flesh out his ancestor, who lived from 1826 – 1912, but there was already a bit of “family folklore” to get things started and a couple of articles written by his own father about 40 years ago.

    “He was quite a well-known artist, the leading calligrapher of Persia – modern-day Iran. He had a colourful life, and… we know that he had a fabulous sense of humour,” Mishkin said.

    “What struck me was the degree of sacrifice that he made in his personal life, and in his career, and it was all in the path of his calling.

    “His calling was serving humanity.”

    Mishkin says his ancestor’s artistic flair was discovered at an early age and he was introduced to the Shah of Persia who was so impressed he appointed him as tutor to his son. 

    “He really started out living a life of luxury while producing his incredible work, which gave him fame throughout Asia Minor. But when he discovered his his calling, that’s when the hard times started for him and he was an exile and a prisoner of the Ottoman Sultan.”

    The calligrapher’s resilience and unwavering joy, even in the face of adversity, left an indelible impression on Mishkin, and he says it’s remarkable that when his great great grandfather was finally released, he harboured no bitterness at all.

    •Amir Mishkin’s great-great grandfather Mishkin-Qalam.

    “There was no baggage; the sense of humour was there well into his old age.”

    He says Mishkin-Qalam’s message of peace still resonates, and he feels the timing of the documentary’s release amongst global war and instability is serendipitous.

    “I think it’s truly his day today; I think he was 100 or 200 years ahead of his time and we’ve now caught up.

    “It’s relevant to a democratic melting pot like Australia, where we have the individual freedom to choose our own values, and support each other and being the best we can be. 

    “It’s also extremely relevant to the current global situation, because the film’s story carries a message, that is the great need for world peace.”

    Mishkin and his family’s involvement in the film is such a remarkable coincidence that he says it must have been “written in the stars”.

    A family friend happened to fall in behind one of the film-makers while he was strolling in Italy and chatting to an acquaintance about his plans to document Mishkin-Qalam’s life. Telling them that he had the calligrapher’s descendants on speed dial, a hook-up was quickly organised and the family agreed to act as executive producers as well as helping with translations and anything else they could behind the scenes.

    When the film-makers heard of Mishkin’s musical collective Elviria, which delves into rock and electronic dance music, they invited him to write the score.

    The Mishkin-Qalam soundtrack became a departure from Mishkin’s usual style, embracing world rock fusion to align with the historical and biographical nature of the story.

    “The usual stuff that I do is almost science fiction kind of sounding, like galaxy explosions and hovercrafts sounds and that kind of thing going past,” he says.

    “The first thing that came was the main orchestral riff off the title track, Mishkin-Qalam. It’s quite regal, and if you like, ancient, and kind of almost empire sounding.” 

    The lyrics, a reflection of Mishkin-Qalam’s three life chapters, were crafted to capture the essence of his great-great-grandfather’s journey, from artistic discovery to exile, imprisonment, and his ultimate “connection with the universal consciousness”.

    For more information or to get a copy of the documentary, head to mishkinqalam.com.

    by STEVE GRANT

  • Smoky art

    YOU’VE almost certainly seen artist JD Penangke’s work.

    Her murals sprawl across buildings, bus stops, fences, sports team shirts and school uniforms, but this week she’s stepping outside of her commissioned work for her first ever solo show.

    JD Penangke is the nom-de-arte of young Boorloo/Perth artist Jade Dolman, who is Whadjuk/Ballardong Nyoongar on her mother’s side and Eastern Arrernte on her father’s side.

    Her work quickly became highly sought after for commission pieces by schools, councils, companies and government departments since she started painting murals full time about six years ago.

    But that roaring success has meant putting some of her personal creativity aside in the meantime while working to spec for clients, and she seldom found time or verve to pursue painting when off the clock.

    “I had not painted on canvas for about five years, because it just felt like work to me,” Dolman says.

    • Jade Dolman, who goes by JD Penangke when wielding a brush, presents her first solo show. Photos by Jed Lyall

    Preparing for her first solo show at Blank Walls Studio has reawakened her creative side.

    “This experience of the art residency at the moment has really changed that relationship that I have with canvases, and I feel like I’m kind of taking it back and owning that experience more.”

    Dolman has titled the show Boybidi, made up of two Nyoongar words roughly meaning ‘smoke trails’.

    Smoke features prominently in her work. In an urban environment, smoke usually signals danger, but for Nyoongar people it signifies change, cleansing and regeneration, and smoking ceremonies mark significant events like birth, death or the change of seasons.

    “Culturally, what it is like to us, smoke is really like a cleansing,” Dolman says. “To me it signifies change… overcoming change, coming out stronger, growing, letting things go.”

    Dolman hadn’t planned to base the show around smoke until she started her first day of the residency at Blank Walls Studio.

    “The only thing I went into my residency knowing was that I wanted to paint the walls… and I wanted to paint it like a river, but only in grey.”

    As the work took shape, she realised what she had painted. “I kind of sat back, and I was like: Oh my gosh. It’s smoke. It’s like the concept came through me.”

    It turned out to be a fitting concept given 2024 is a year of change for Dolman, who’s planning to put aside a lot more time to pursue more of her own individual creative works this year.

    “2023 was my year of experimentation and learning different techniques. I did a glass residency in Sweden. I also did a lot of work with pottery, and learning lots of foundations for how to work with that medium. So this year, I’m looking to grow some those skills, and just be able to express stories through multi-mediums, and see how that goes.”

    JD Penankge’s Smoke Trails is at Blank Walls Studio, 268 Lord Street, Perth on January 12 from 7pm til late.  

    by DAVID BELL