Yesterday afternoon Steve Irwin, an Australian icon, was pierced in the heart by a stingray’s poisonous barb and died.
I did not watch Irwin often, nor did I think much of his over-the-top antics as an iconic Australian (I still never hear any Aussie say “Crikey” unless it’s in reference to him. Conversely, this catchphrase was one of the things that made him unique). The only time when I saw him consistently was when flying into Brisbane by plane, where there was always a quarantine warning video featuring him. Here lies the key in his greatness. No one, Australian or overseas, can deny that he made Australia world-famous, did wonders for the Australian tourism industry in particular attracting American and British visitors to Australia’s natural wonders, and was an inspiration to many wildlife and environmental advocates. Some may argue that he often intimidated, harassed and frightened wildlife with his close-up and often flamboyant encounters. I do believe there is some grain of truth to this – but for the mistakes he made, he did a hell of a lot of good things for wildlife and Australia. As an Australian citizen I do feel very shocked at his sudden death and like many others, I do not believe there will be another like him for a long, long time.
Rest in Peace comrade.
