Opinion
Julia Baird Journalist, broadcaster, historian and author October 16, 2026 — 11:54am
October 16, 2026 — 11:54am
Last week I returned to the University of Sydney to accept an honorary doctorate. It was wonderful to be back at a place that shaped my life and the lives of my family; where I’d spent the best part of a decade studying arts, and some law, and then diving into history to write a PhD that took a ridiculously long time and caused clumps of my hair to fall out. History, like careers, like human lives, never operates in a straight line. It gets knocked out of shape by events, like all of us, like the human heart.
Julia Baird speaks to graduates at the University of Sydney earlier this month. Franky Tsang On that day my heart was particularly dented because that place was also where my father, alongside my mother, studied arts in the ’60s. He went on to live a big life of public service, humanity and adventure. He died suddenly, before I was due to speak at the university, and I thought about not going. But I was there because he would have wanted me there, along with my family – mainly because he loved attention and fancy hats and would have been horrified at the prospect of my forgoing either on his account.
Dad always said Mum was the great scholar, not him. Which may be fair. But he was a great human. And he paid attention, especially to the things that aren’t written down, that aren’t on the syllabus.
He paid attention to people, and to the ocean.
He taught me to push forward in the surf, to enter the ocean every day no matter your mood or workload, no
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