Maggie Munn

Aug 31, 2024 | themonthly.com.au | Maggie Munn |Monique Hurley |Stan Grant |James Bradley

Victoria’s backflip on raising the age of criminal responsibility – and the new NT government’s plans to lower it – fails children, Indigenous communities and the nation No child should ever grow up in a prison cell. Children belong in schools and playgrounds, and need to be supported to learn from their mistakes, not locked in cages.

Aug 31, 2024 | themonthly.com.au | James Bradley |Stan Grant |Katherine Wilson |Maggie Munn

Visiting one of the country’s massive landfill sites to understand the dangers of how we deal with millions of tonnes of waste It is a bitterly cold day in July when I arrive at Cleanaway’s Lucas Heights Resource Recovery Park on Sydney’s southern edge. Standing in the car park, I stare at the huge hill that rises up behind it, its sides a scree of pale rock and dirt.

Aug 31, 2024 | themonthly.com.au | Katherine Wilson |Stan Grant |James Bradley |Maggie Munn

While activists shine a light into the dark corners of the meat industry, new legislation seeks to protect business as usual and criminalise efforts to expose it By the time 30-year-old Bradley O’Reilly’s sexual assault trial started in the northern Victorian town of Echuca, on a foggy morning this June, his alleged victim was missing. Despite efforts to find her, including a petition with 27,317 signatures and a crowdfunded reward for her rescue, Olivia’s whereabouts remained hidden.

Aug 30, 2024 | themonthly.com.au | James Bradley |Katherine Wilson |Monique Hurley |Maggie Munn

An earworm prompted by a push-button appliance drives the author to distraction – and a Google search for how The Village People are getting on

Aug 30, 2024 | themonthly.com.au | Stan Grant |Katherine Wilson |Maggie Munn

September 2024Essays As the presidential election campaign grows ever more feverish, is the idea of America in terminal decline? There’s a story I love about my late Uncle Cecil. He is on his first and only trip to America, travelling with his wife – my Aunty Laurel – and my parents. Now, they’re people of simple and earthy taste. No trips to the Guggenheim, the Smithsonian or the Lincoln Center. No nights on Broadway. No. What does my uncle want to do, what’s top of his list?