Sounds kind of creepy doesn’t it. Welcome to Australian Border Force. The sun has just risen on a crisp and glorious Gold Coast morning and despite the amazing break you’re happy to be home. You’ve come back clear, refreshed, with a sense of clarity and purpose. Your to-do list is ready for you to hit the ground running. Sure, the overnight flight was a killer and you’re a tiny bit delirious but the promise of a strong coffee is on the other sides of those gates.
You manage to shuffle your overtired yet unbelievably perky child past the confectionary temptations of duty free and join the immigration lines. The taste of coffee and the long drive home to your puppy getting closer with each passport swiped!
Luggage collected and just one last line, almost there. Friendly faces all through the airport. How could you not be smiling, it’s one of those glorious GC mornings and no matter how good a holiday is getting home just has that feeling.
“Aisle 4 please”
Ok, open all your luggage. The routine questions… Delivered with such gravity the airport feels darker all of a sudden. Yes, I packed my own bags. Yes, I know the contents of them all.
One by one, carefully rolled silk dresses, bras, knickers, sparkly pants (of course) all laid out on the long stainless bench for all to see. Dirty washing bags unpacked and laid out a bit too close to all your clean clothes. But you go along with it, answering the tedious questions about your holiday and how long we stayed and what we did while we there.
Then a request for your phone.
Pardon?
We need to take your phone for investigation.
Why? I ask.
You don’t need to know the reason, it’s part of Customs Law. If you travel you agree that you will have everything searched upon re-entry to Australia.
Well fuck me, it’s been a while since I took a holiday but didn’t know this was now part of the fun.
Where are you taking it?
Into another room where I am not allowed.
What are you doing with it?
We are downloading all the contents.
But WHY? Have I done something?
This is a random routine check. Happens every day they say.
How long will it take?
We can’t say for sure. Probably a couple of hours. Maybe longer.
My delirium and lack of coffee starting to scream inside my head. My daughter looking at the whole situation incredulously.
I’m sorry - WHAT?
I think of all the nude photos on my phone. Yours and mine. The intimate family photos. The notes section for my next therapy session. My late night rants dictated into notes about how I don’t trust the government.
I feel violated. I feel pissed off. I feel highly fucking decaffeinated for this whole situation. Oh not just me, my partners’ phone too. Taking them both. BUT WHY?
We don’t need to tell you that.
I look at Lila. I think of the THOUSANDS of photos of her on both of our phones.
I look the AFP officer dead in the eye and say I know you are trying to find people doing bad things BUT HOW DO I KNOW WHO WILL BE LOOKING AT PHOTOS OF MY DAUGHTER???
No answer.
I ask to call a lawyer. Nope, not allowed.
WHAT?!
I am stunned. My overtired brain having a fucking hard time processing all this. Well what a nice welcome home to Australia.
When do we get them back?
We will call you when we are finished with them and you can come collect them.
But you’ve taken both our phones - how will you call us?
Um, we can email you.
We live over an hour away, our emails are on our phones. Everything is on our phones. We have three businesses to run, we were meant to hit the ground running today. You’ve taken our only communication.
Ummm, you can call us?
ON WHAT?
So we wait the suggested two hours, driving around aimlessly, pissed off with no sleep. Unable to locate a payphone anywhere I ask a nice lady at a petrol station if I can please make a local call on her phone.
Nope, still not ready. Hang on, I’ll check on how much longer it will be… We get cut off.
I call back.
What’s the number to call you back on? The customs lady asks.
THERE IS NO NUMBER TO CALL ME BACK ON. YOU HAVE TAKEN BOTH OF OUR PHONES. I explain that unable to find a payphone I have used a stranger’s phone to contact them.
They don’t know how long it will take. Could be hours.
Ok, that’s it. My sleepless delirium has kicked in and I need to get home.
We get home after ten days away with no phone contact. I use my computer to send the more pressing insta messages to people. Like Mum, wondering why she hasn’t heard our 7am flight has landed yet when it’s pushing lunchtime.
Or brains both overloaded on everything we needed to do today work wise. Still trying to comprehend how the hell you are not allowed to call a lawyer or get any answers when in this situation. Wondering why we had been chosen for this.
I start googling…
Oh shit! This HAPPENS ALL THE TIME!
WHAT THE ACTUAL?!
“Figures obtained by Guardian Australia reveal Border Force keeps roughly one in every 40 devices searched at the border. This comes after data released last month showed officers had searched phones, computers and other devices at the border 41,410 times between 2017 and the end of 2021.
Under customs law, Border Force officers can examine people’s devices without a warrant when they visit or return to Australia.
The practice has been shrouded in mystery, with information on its operation having to be extracted from the department through formal freedom of information and parliamentary processes in the past few months.”
I implore you to do your own research so you can be prepared for what may happen when you re-enter our “lucky country”. If I had any idea of this it might not have been so infuriating. Being treated like a criminal in front of your child when coming back to your home city.
You may or may not have noticed but I’ve been off Insta and socials for a while now, prior privacy intrusions being the main reason. As a boudoir photographer I take privacy VERY SERIOUSLY. I have had a severe aversion to phones for the past few months… Not just the constant pressure to keep up but the constant scam messages, getting more elaborate by the day.
Being without our phones for 24 hours also made me realise how reliant we are on them. But that’s going to be another story…. I think perhaps this happened to me so I can continue my rant about technology and how much we are giving away. Like a crazy lady ranting, this is me now.
Would love to hear your thoughts on this…. I always thought that if you’re not doing anything wrong and have nothing to hide then police powers and searches shouldn’t concern you but turns out when it happens it triggered a severe mama bear reaction in me… If I’m going to be searched without a warrant I want to know WHO the hell is looking and WHAT they are doing with it.
“This is a prime example of the kind of privacy violations that can occur when you don’t have fundamental human rights,” she said. “A federal charter of human rights is long overdue in Australia.
“It is completely unreasonable that people should be subject to such an invasion of privacy without so much as an explanation.” - Samantha Floreani, program lead at Digital Rights Watch
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to write to Home Affairs to kindly request that my data gets deleted and private family photos of my beautiful young daughter don’t end up in the wrong hands. I doubt anything will happen though. Once you’re compromised, you’re compromised. This world is getting wilder.
PS. Also realised I do need to show up on social media as ran into someone who thought I wasn’t photographing anymore. Oops. Yes I am here, still going. I also appreciate the power of social media to share these topics. (That is, unless you read the recent article about how many people the Australia Government censored on socials the past few years. Ugh.) Keep fighting the good fight people xx