THE SOLOMON ISLANDS AND LISA
Nobody in my life comes close to Lisa from a pure inspiration and leadership perspective. This woman is phenomenal, she is the reason that I know beyond doubt that women leading is the way forward, provided they lead like women and stop trying to be men.
Jacqui Lambie, this horrible woman, and so many others just trying to be the men around them when it is the last thing we need. The evidence of the masculine approach to leadership shows it is a categorical failure, it is pure stupidity to even think that this has the potential to take us anywhere positive at this stage.
Lisa, she is what leadership is, her motivation comes from her heart but her actions come from her brain. She does what is right regardless of the personal cost to herself and her family, she does what is right because the broader perspective is so much more important than her little bubble.
The Solomon Islands is a tough place dominated by tribal patriarchy. This sytem not only allows but encourages the abuse of everything power related and corruption is rife. The elite are minimal, the impoverished are everywhere, the elite do not see them at all. Elite in this scenario is not solely the rich, it also includes the upper ranks of the tribal hierarchy, primarily men but a few women too.
This abuse, as you might imagine, creates significant harm, many many people are left behind. For someone to stand up and say enough is unheard of, for a woman without power in a masculine dominated environment to do it just adds to the value she gives to this world.
I remain in awe of this woman.
My role in the Solomon’s was working in the olympic sport sector. I was mainly working with their top tier athletes to implement something where they could put their voices together, understand what the collective voice was saying and then represent this to the Solomon Island’s Olympic Committee, which is where I ended up doing most of my work, where I ended up working with Lisa.
It was really fitting actually as the primary outcome of my role was working with women, encouraging them to bring out their voice, share their stories, be the leadership the female athletes needed. It was a blessing to be able to do this work.
Solomon people are short, really short, I am not. I towered above everyone and where I can I walk everywhere, it keeps me fit and helps me to get to know the community I am in. My walk to work each day was about four kilometres. I went down a big hill, the bottom three or four hundred metres was the first local community/village before the main street. Every kid, every day for over six months in both directions would run up to me and stare, walk with their neck stretched up and just stare. I was a superstar just for being tall, it was a heap of fun. Eventually we all became friendly and it became even more fun, especially once they realised I knew how to speak the language, was great at sports and was working with their national soccer team.
Superstar is barely the word.
Then it all got very real and very dangerous. It got this way very quickly, there was little to no notice.
The notice came about a week beforen the meeting. The meeting that the IOC big wigs, several of them, were travelling to Honiara for two nights only, night one every representative of all the olympic sports in the Solomon’s was to attend, every one. It was non-negotiable, sport in this place was about to get a very big kick in the arse.
I had only heard stories from the sporting sector to this point, one I will share because it is the catalyst for this meeting. But other stories of corruption and abusing power in every volunteer role and organisation in the country. I knew the moment I heard these stories the sporting industry would be equally, if not more affected by corruption, it is a common theme for sport around the world.
Early meetings with people before I heard these stories made it clear that things were going to be difficult, change was not on the agenda of anybody. Even the people who emplyed me in the first place to bring change to the environment did not want it.
Everyone knew that a shit storm was coming, everybody was nervous, everybody started to behave.
The SOIC (Solomon Island Olympic Committee) did not want me in this meeting, they wanted nobody from outside the country involved. I had only had a couple of interactions with Lisa by this time and she basically demanded that I be in the room, she stood up to men that are not used to being stood up to and told them I will be there. They agreed, nervously, and said they would allow me to sit at the corner of the table and watch, I was not allowed to speak. I didn’t, I listened.
But then I spoke. After the meeting the chairman, the biggest wig that came walked directly up to me when everybody was standing huddled outside, every single person saw it, people watched, this was not what they wanted. He just asked my role, we had a brief chat about my background and what we were trying to achieve. I kept it simple, I’m working with the athletes so they build their skills to use their voice to represent themselves.
The chairman then asked me indirectly if I understood the messaging in the meeting. I made it clear that I did, I made it clear that the messaging said if you people continue to abuse the reources that are provided to you, resources that support a majority of sport in this country, one of the only outlets your young people have, we ware going to take it away. Not only are we going to take it away we are going to strip you of your Olynpic status.
The stripping of the Olympic status not only means the stripping of all funds and professional development support received for this Olympic cycle it continues and continues until the country can prove it can sustainably meet the criteria again. The process can take decades. Olympic funding is the primary source, or was the primary source of preventative health funding in the Solomon’s and it was all for sport, it was more than necessary, it was absolutely vital it be maintained.
Lisa knew this, her brain ticking over after could be seen all over her face, she was worried, really really worried.
The meeting came about as the Mini Pacific Games were coming up in about seven weeks, they were being held in Vanuatu. It is basically the Pacific’s version of the Commonwealth Games, one of the two. The SOIC had made no progress in submitting a team or completing the necessary administrative processes to confirm anything, attendance even.
Alarm bells clearly rang, the lack of activity was clearly a repetition of the past, a past which the IOC came to the country to put an end to. They didn’t realise what they were asking of us, me and Lisa in particular, but they did at the same time. Without knowing it thety just hired the two best possible people for the job, what job?
The job to change generations of a culture of abuse in just seven weeks.
In the past to events like these the SOIC would send a team of 250 people, it would be lucky if 100 were athletes. A majority of spots were taken by friends, staff, politicians, some blokes mate that seems to be a good guy because he drives a fancy car and therefore has money and might give me some, that sort of thing. The instructions for this time around was to reverse it and then some. 175 athletes was demanded.
It was the fight of a lifetime, it was so hard. For seven weeks me and Lisa worked 16 hour days mostly, travelled all over Honiara continuosly, had meetings with people, met with the athletes, politicians, everybody and everyone involved in this thing. We were pretty exhausted by the end.
Originally there were three of us, four, there was three throughout but the third was a support to us in a few things and wasn’t involved in the planning and administration, that was all me, Lisa and Francis. Francis!
Three weeks in it is very hard, we are telling people they are not getting what they usually do every moment of the day, people who have abused this system for decades are starting to get angry. We are literally being abused for not allowing people to abuse the system anymore, not allowing a team bloody assistant coach on the list of people who are going before athletes.
It is hard work, the next day I walk into work and Lisa is already there, Francis is not. Halo Lisa, hao nao yu? Wea nao Francis? ‘Gudfala mone Frederick, mi gut. Francis, me no save wea.’ This was the answer for over a week from everybody to everybody before Francis finally got in contact and told us all that he had gone back to his village in his home province.
Thank you buddy.
One more note, once we had everything settled and were in Vanuatu he tried to get us to sign off on him coming over to attend the games, stay in the village, eat free food and have a bloody good time. Just a brief example of the privileges which have continuously destroyed this environment for everybody.
We had enemies everywhere, the number one was the women who was the manager of the disabled sports team, the aunty of Lisa. This woman, because we would not let her take an entourage of four people, not including the two athletes, started to threaten both me and Lisa. We were threatened with promises of physical violence, verbally abused consistently, were being abused by faces I had never seen before. Lisa, no different and Lisa was her niece.
Lisa stood up at every turn, she did not back down, she did not get angry and lash out. She cried, only a few times I saw her tears but her eyes showed it. She could not hide it from me, when I looked in the mirror I saw exactly the same thing. Neither of us could understand how people could be this way when everybody, the broader everybody knew, we were doing the right thing, the only thing we could do.
Lisa has a family, a beautiful husband, and her four or so year-old daughter glows with light in everything she does, she is a reflection of the beauty in the world around her. Lisa and, I cannot remember her husband’s name, these two are the beauty. Lisa has this, she also has a 12-month scholarship that she won, no she earned, in New York coming up, she has every reason not to continue but she does. This is what courage is, she is my example that I wanted to try and emulate, phenomenal woman.
Eventually we got the job done, a day or two before the flights needed to leave, we got it all done, unbelievable. The team, we didn’t quite meet the IOC demand but they allowed leeway, we did a great job, in the end we were only able to get about 165/170 athlete’s on the flight. I am pretty sure I cried when it got signed off, I doubt I would have been the only one.
Lisa flies to Vanuatu the moment it is signed, she is the chef de mision, the most important person on the team. She attends the meetings and is the spokesperson, is responsible overall for the athletes and how the team conducts themselves. I am the team manager, I just look after the athletes and nothing else, I help where I can of course but the team being able to do my thing is my focus.
I get to the airport, there are two flights, I am on the first. I get to the airport, I give my passport, ‘ummm, Mr Frederick you are not on the flight.’ Okay, what about the second one? ‘No, not on that one either.
I start to hear murmuring, I walk around and there are a bunch of people gathered who were not on the team list. Lots of them, all these people are being passed through security. There are a bunch of us, including the team manager, 10 or 15 athletes and some other support people who are no longer on the plane.
It turns out that Lisa’s Auntie has written up an alternative itinerary and handed it to the politician who is organising the flight. The politician is also her relative and comes under her in the hierarchy of their tribe. Yeah, this stuff happens, this is I know for sure.
I make some calls and things start to change. As soon as I get word that the itinerary is being fixed, all the people from the original list will be on I move over to the people who were not on the list. I am not angry, I walk over calmy, they are waiting for me, they are all smiling like thye have won something.
I tell them without hesitating that the itinerary is being fixed for the people who need to be on the flights to be on the flights. Anybody who was not on the original itinerary who gets on the plane will not have accommodation in Vanuatu, we neither have the beds or the funds for you. If you go you are there on your own, we will do nothing for you.
They all laughed at me, sniggered, said rubbish as I walked away. They were used to this rubbish, people telling them something and then changing their minds as soon as they get pressured a little.
A group of six did not listen, the rest did, not this six however. Sadly, one of the people this woman bullied to stay and fly was an athlete who did not make the team, he wasn’t even an emergency, Matthew. He was never going to compete. It was sad, one of the best runners in the country but was out of form or coming back from an injury, whatever it was he did not qualify, he was never going to compete, the lady convinced him he would and that he would have a bed and food and everything.
We touched down in Vanuatu and they found out I was not joking or messing around. I did not budge, they screamed and yelled, had their friends scream and yell, made an almighty embarrassing scene at the airport. Busy busy airport, Solomon Island flags everywher, big convoy, photos being taken, and this mess is turning this into a facade because whe isn’t being allowed to abuse a system which is there to support her fellow countrymen. Disgusting display.
The first death threat came here, it was not directed to me, it was directed to Lisa, it came out of the mouth of her Aunty. She then turned to me, looked me in the eye, and spat the exact same line.
We left, sheltered the athletes as much as possible. The next two weeks were hectic, awesome hectic. I attended the opening and closing ceremony, for hours and hours watched country after country perform dances and sing, have a ridiculously awesome time and they hadn’t even entered the stadium, this was all happening in the queue waiting for each team to be announced. Standing there within the athletes, then looking around from the middle of a stadium, on the grass, at an event like this. What an experience!
I attended every sport, watched every athlete, I was a big part of this team. The athlete’s questioned me one day about Matthew, as a collective, every single one of them together questioned me publicly about Matthew in a meeting. They were upset, the top female runner was very upset, it was a really tough thing for me and Lisa. It was the only option though, I told them why, they already knew what happened at the airports, they knew that what we were doing these games was important, they just didn’t understand why their mate had to be collateral damage.
He was collateral damage, not our fault but our fault too. When we have to make a stand we make a stand, our heart strings were pulled in every direction, I could see the pain in Lisa’s face every time she said no to him but doing the right thing was the only thing that meant anything. We needed to make a change, not jsut because we were asked to help, because change was needed.
I explained this as best I could in about thirty seconds, I must have done alright because we all got on with our business and it wasn’t brought up again. I don’t remember Matthew himself asking after that. We helped him out of course, gave food vouchers and as much as we could but we did not bend on letting him into the village.
If I had a regret it would be Matthew, if we did let him stay the regret would have been significantly larger.
About 11 days in, the same female runner, came and sat down with me, just the two of us. Culturally Solomon’s people find it hard to maintain eye contact, this lady was an extension, never ever did, extermely shy, extremely strong leadership skills, the primary athlete I was working with prior to the IOC getting their knickers in a twist.
Sharon, that’s her name, sat down next to me and took a little while to start talking. I knew she had something to say so I just waited, there were tears in her eyes. ‘Frederick, I really want to say thank you for this, everything here. Never in any of our life times did we think we would be able to come to an event and enjoy ourself, have fun, focus on sport. It has always been drama, this is beautiful, thank you.’ She stood up and left.
Two weightlifter’s, the two top athlete’s, both women asked me and Lisa to dinner the night before they flew out. In fact, the year after these games, or a few years later, one of these two won the country’s first ever Commonwealth Games Medal. Weightlifters, it was amazing to watch the weightlifting team, it is the only place in the Olympic scene at the time where they were competitive and they were more than competitive.
The whole weightlifting at the games was a highlight actually, there were multiple world class athletes in attendance including olympic medallists.
During the dinner both of the ladies spent a good portion of it crying, trying to talk and say thank you but just crying, the message was the same as I received from Sharon.
Lisa and I did nothing but what was right, and this is the outcome. I do not know what has happened since then but I know we made a difference. I did bugger all in this except support the most phenomenal of phenomenal people while she did her thing, watching it was one of the most improtant highlights of my life.
A few days before flying home the final threats came, this time with clear instructions that we would be met at the airport when we returned home, we would not see another sunrise. Lisa and I talked about it, do we involve the police and all that. She said no, whatever happens will happen, I will not let her make me afraid. So we didn’t do a thing, we cleared customs and walked out, straight to our waiting cars.
Nobody was waiting for us, we called this woman’s rubbish every step of the way, we showed her what courage is, we showed her she is not it. Well, Lisa did anyway, I just rode the wave, it was awesome.
Actually, one person was waiting for us, but she wasn’t waiting for us at all, she was just waiting. I cried, I could not stop myself, I still find it hard to stop myself.
Remember how I mentioned the woman making the treats was the manager of the disabled team? Well this woman waiting was one of the athletes, intellectual disability, it is dark, 10pm maybe. Honiara near the airport at night is not a a place for a lone woman with a bag full of shit and has learning difficulties.
I asked, ‘are you okay? Where is your team, the support people?’ They all left. ‘They all left? How are you getting home?’ I don’t know.
I don’t know. I don’t know. I DON’T KNOW. It almost flooded out of me on the spot, this terrible terrible woman not only threatens her niece’s life but then leaves the most vulnerable athlete on the team in the most vulnerable position imaginable. It was easy to justify every single one of my actions along the way after this.
We, Sarah (my ex-wife) and I took her home, just to make sure you know she stayed safe.
Pretty sure Lisa offered first, we said we had this one, have a rest.
Lisa, this woman, she should be flooding the television, magazines, every single thing that influences anybody. She should be the role model for our children, what a different world we would live in.
Instead we only have dim wits and dumb shits. Swift’s, Cyrus’s, Bieber’s and many more.
There is an important detail omitted. Lisa did not want to do this, she did not want to be the Chef de MIssion (CdM). Lisa had an involvement in basketball but was focusing on other things, she wanted to represent women in politics or the publlic service, she wanted to represent integrity, being involved in sport outside basketball was not an interest.
One of the IOC’s conditions was the she be the CdM, they would not accept any other nomination. Lisa accepted or the Solomon Island’s IOC future is in doubt. She had a choice but an extremely tough one, she did not need to put herself through what she did, nobody else could have done the job she did.
Perfect for the job, perfect to lead in the top job over there I would confidently proclaim.