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CC tough justice off the Kokoda Track. Tonight - of our war-time history. The shocking hidden chapter Taking a trip down Route 66. Rose of Tralee. And picking Ireland's

north coast of Papua New Guinea. Hello, I'm Steve Marshall on the a disturbing, untold episide I've come here to investigate of the Second World War. The reminders are everywhere -

more than six decades ago. relics of a war that ended through that time have diminished, While the ranks of those who lived the stories have not been lost. Now, for the first time, about events these people are talking openly spoken about before. they've never of our own war history - It's an unsavoury chapter by the Australian Army. a campaign of executions and cover-up It's profoundly mysterious. It's an untold part of our history. airbrushed out of our history. It's something that has been This is the story hanged dozens of Papuans of how Australian officials during the Second World War, from the prime minister of the day. and why it was hidden MUSIC CRESCENDOS Lamington volcano, In the shadow of the sleeping Mount I'm on the trail to a lost town. an Australian government station Higaturu was during the Second World War. at the moment. It's a hidden mystery And very few Europeans have ventured into this area. historian Maclaren Hiari, My guide is

who has spent the past 20 years in 1943. investigating what happened here relied on local Papuans Just as the Australian diggers and carry out the wounded, to deliver supplies to the front-line so too did their enemies. to extend their influence. The Japanese also built schools It wasn't their war. had little understanding, The local Papuan people or interest for that matter, in a battle between two empires. caught in the middle, Yet they found themselves of two foreign armies. dealing with the demands

saw the invading Japanese Many superstitious Papuans as their returning ancestors their backs on the Australians. and were more than willing to turn

I've come to meet a man for those who helped the Japanese. who saw, first hand, the consequences Where are we right now, Wellington?

Yes. Your father's brother? when he watched Wellington Kogora was 10 years' old were hanged from a breadfruit tree. as his uncle and four others

had convicted the men of treason. An Australian military court over to the Japanese They were responsible for turning and stranded soldiers. fleeing Australian missionaries

met cruel deaths. All of those betrayed By any measure, the behaviour of the Papuans was treacherous. of a hanging campaign But the punishment marked the start the Australians that would soon to lead into dangerous territory. soon realised The Australian authorities they'd need to punish more locals for collaborating with the Japanese. of those who'd betrayed the Europeans They set out to make an example and their local Papuan allies. to something much more permanent. The hangings then moved from a tree

I started crying. Then when I came very close to here, witnessed the unimaginable. As a 5-year-old, John Francis Ihari along with 16 other men, He watched his father hanged, on one day in September 1943. DRUMS BEAT

hundreds of villagers at Higaturu The Australians had rounded up a traditional sing-sing ceremony. under the guise of attending

into wearing traditional dress. Even the condemned were coaxed were led from their classrooms School children and made to watch the spectacle.

The convicted man had been accused of giving away the location of servicemen and civilians

fleeing the Japanese. Besides his plea of innocence, allowed to speak at his trial. Mr Ihari's father claimed he was not

TRAP DOOR CLANGS two men at a time, The Australians hanged until all 17 were dead. Witnesses claim of school children gathered, an officer told the hundreds if you work with the Japanese." "This is what happens My Daddy and his best mate - and are buried together, they were hanged together was buried there. and, then, my Mummy Death at the end of a noose to the Papuans. delivered a new way of dying mother would go the same way. Two weeks later, John Francis's of the gallows at Higaturu. This is the only known photograph with the Australian officers The Papuan man posing is said to be Parere Aukeri. a trouble-maker, He was an erratic man, falsely accused him so to rid him, the villagers

of murdering an American pilot. The Australians executed him too, that tore his head from his body. in a botched hanging They hanged him but he was an innocent man. his death was a great injustice. A relative of Aukeri told me Did he understand English at all? he was a village man. He did not understand English - happening to him So, did he understand what was when he was arrested? speak English. He understand but he could not but he just went up and hanged. And he did not say anything, academic Barry Jones was outraged Former federal minister, when he heard of the hangings. of capital punishment, An outspoken opponent from a war-time government advisor. Dr Jones learned of the executions were conducted. We don't know how the trials the accused had a defence counsel. We don't know whether each of the procedures were carried out. We don't know what language

were cross-examined. We don't know if the witnesses

an appeal proceeding allowed. We don't know whether there was with the Japanese escaped the noose, Many Papuans who had contact but couldn't escape the cane. of flogged villagers These photographs intelligence officer in 1943. were given to an Australian Army This is the first time of those hanged have come together. the aggrieved relatives

Until now, their stories have been kept within the family and within the village. Maclaren, what sorts of hurdles have these people overcome to be here today? These people claim that many of the executed men were innocent, and they accuse the Australians of being too eager with the noose. No justice was given, in fairness, because these people were still primitives and they did not know what they were doing. I am looking forward that this thing has to be revealed to the world and the Australian government. It is real and the truth. The old Australian government station at Higaturu has been swallowed by the jungle. A volcano in 1951 buried many of its secrets. This single beam is all that remains of the old gallows. But something else has been concealed from history. We may never know how many Papuans were sent to their deaths by the Australians. Well, this is my private archives where I have been doing my research and keeping all my stuff in here. Maclaren Hiari claims as many as 100 Papuans were hanged by Australian troops in several locations during the war. The other hangings that took place are unrecorded. I know from the archives, from the reports that were made in 1945 that the records have been destroyed. But even more extraordinary is that the prime minister of the day, John Curtin, had no idea what was going on. Field commanders didn't tell officials in Canberra that the hangings had even taken place. The whole idea that an army can operate on a frolic of its own, even under the terrible war-time circumstances, and not tell the government that it's answerable to, I think that's appalling. When federal cabinet was told of the hangings, it put a stop to them, and directed that another 50 Papuans on death row should not face the noose. Then, in their explanation of what happened, field commanders fudged the figures on the number of men who had already been hanged. Professor Hank Nelson is an eminent historian on the Second World War in New Guinea. It's difficult to say why the Army so grossly understated the numbers and misstated the process by which the decision to hang was arrived at. There are two possibilities - either they lied or they were incompetent. The brutality of the Japanese Army in the Second World War cannot be understated. The grandfather of these two men tried in vain to rescue two Anglican missionaries on the run. But nursing sister May Hayman and Queensland teacher Mavis Parkinson were betrayed by their Papuan hosts, and bayoneted by Japanese soldiers.

There's no disputing the legendary camaraderie between the Australian soldiers and the so-called Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels. But just off the Kokoda track, the Australians were dispensing tough justice.

The obligation that those people have, really, is to survive, not to admit an allegiance really to either Japanese or to Australians, but to survive, they've got to obey the Japanese when they're there

so dominant and armed. Do these people want any compensation, any money from the Australian government? Not direct compensation. Just an acknowledgement? Acknowledgment, a kind of apology to the people.

Even in the fog of war, most Papuans were loyal to their colonial master, Australia. The hangings in this isolated jungle put that friendship to the test. For the descendants of the people who died here, it will take another chapter to complete the history books. Hello, I'm Michael Rowland in Oklahoma on Route 66.

It's as much a cultural icon as it is a way of getting from A to B. And while time hasn't been kind to the fabled road, for many in these parts,

old 66 is still providing plenty of kicks. MOTORBIKE ENGINES ROAR It's a grey Saturday morning in Tulsa, and the local Harley Davidson fanatics are getting ready to hit the road. MOTORBIKE ENGINES REV

Their passion for rumbling horsepower and gleaming chrome is matched by another great love - these well-oiled machines have a date with Route 66. MOTORBIKE ENGINES REV ROUTE 66 PLAYS The highway known as the 'Mother Road' runs for nearly 3,000km across eight states. Oklahoma boasts the longest continuous stretch. Today's ride is taking the Tulsa Harley gang along a picturesque 150km strip of Route 66 through the lush green fields of north-eastern Oklahoma. For road captain John Boyd, it doesn't get any better than this. It's a way of life - it's a style. It's being on the road. It's having a motorcycle under the seat of the pants.

It's also a high-octane trip down memory lane. For decades, Route 66 was America's main street - a pathway of opportunity and leisure. For John Boyd it's a reminder of life in the slow-lane.

It's a time when things were slower and simpler - when your kids would get into a car with you and go for a road trip. It's a time when you would stop at a restaurant or a cafe or diner along the way

and go in and have lunch,

instead of driving through a McDonald's fast-food trying to get to the next destination. For John and his friends, the ride is very much the destination - kitschy roadside stops and all. The Blue Whale at Catoosa is one of the unmissable Route-66 diversions that, for decades, helped break up the long cross-country haul. The Whale has seen better days - so too have many other places along the iconic road. The birth of the interstate in the 1950s

marked the beginning of the end for Route 66. It's gone from super-highway to the road less-travelled. The petrol stations that kept many a Chevy or Cadillac motoring along have long since dried up. Motels that once provided a haven for weary travellers are now nothing more than rusting artefacts. Frank and Trudy Jugler took over this Route 66 motel in the tiny town of Chelsea, Oklahoma, about a year ago. Their friends though they were crazy. But the Juglers are determined to play their role in keeping the old magic alive. And there aren't that many mom-and-pop places left, really, out on Route 66. Most of them are chain motels. And we've had people call us wantin' us to sell. And we've said, "No, we're not interested.

"We're interested in doing it our way, not really that way." Back on the open road

the Harley riders are hitting their stride. For towns along Route 66,

road warriors like the Tulsa gang, provide an economic lifeblood.

The burgers at the Ku-Ku joint near the Oklahoma-Kansas border

have been fuelling hungry travellers for decades. I've been here for 34 years. The Ku-Ku has been here for 42, but I've only been here for 34 of them. I've been in the restaurant business for longer than that - I started in in '61 when fast-food hamburgers were 15 cents and the fries was 10 cents. The yellow Ku-Ku, like the Blue Whale, occupies a treasured place in the hearts of Route 66 die-hards. Here is the tombstone of Cyrus Avery. Here is the rock favourite, the Triangle Motel.

The El Vado Motel in Alberquercie.

But for one man it's left an indelible impression. And here is the Ku-Ku burger in Miami, Oklahoma.

Ron Jones has taken his infatuation with Route 66 and its icons to an entirely new level. I've got 54 tattoos now. I got part of one yesterday and that will make it 55 when it's completed. So, are you aiming for 66? I will - might stop at 66, because being only 5 foot 7, my canvas is getting pretty small. Ron, his tattoos, and his 1956 Chevy have clocked up tens of thousands of Route 66 kilometres. It's a sad day and they say it progress, if that's what you want to call it. If we don't start teaching our kids or grandkids about it, there won't be any 66 in another generation or two. Route 66 may well be in its twilight years, its neon delights may be dwindling,

but for the keepers of the flame, this slice of Americana will never fizzle out. Hello, I'm Jane Hutcheon in County Kerry, west Ireland. Every year, for almost half a century, the town of Tralee has played host to an international pageant to find the so-called Rose of Tralee - a young, beautiful and talented woman with an Irish background. More than a million people all over Ireland tune into this event - it's televised over two nights - but, recently, the crowds haven't been what they used to be

and some cynics have suggested that this old-fashioned pageant should be retired. MUSIC PLAYS Festival time in Tralee comes around each year as certainly as Christmas and Easter.

Young and old cram streets for a glimpse of the star attractions. They are known as 'Roses' and they represent Irish communities from all over the world. They are nice girls next door - you know, there's that feel to it. They are the kind of girls

that you know mammies would love their sons to meet, you know. It's wholesome - that's the word I'd use - it's very wholesome. It's just hokey, you know, and I think that it's not something you want on your CV.

It's not empowering to win the Rose of Tralee. I think it's just a bit embarrassing really. They may look like beauty queens, but the Roses say they are much more. The little girls look up at them and they are not just a pretty face. They're some people that have - they may have - you know, university degrees. This year, we have dentists, we have police officers, we have teachers, nurses - I mean, there are women coming from all walks of life, from all around the world, and that's another nice part. Padraig Kenelly is the founder of the local newspaper 'Kerry's Eye'. He recalls that the festival was started back when Tralee was a dying town. There was huge emigration here in the 1950s, 1951 on, and the country has been denuded - it was a very black outlook. Emigration was the main feature. This was to capitalise on the people who had gone to Australia, who had gone to America and Britain and have something to bring them all back, and it was highly successful. This year, 31 girls are vying for the title. After touring Ireland, they now have just a week to impress the judges with qualities attributed to the original Rose of Tralee. The town's traders came up with the idea of a competition based on the words of a sentimental 19th century ballad written by a rich merchant named William,

who falls in love with a poor house-maid, Mary - his Rose of Tralee. Mary died before the two could be married, but in his musical tribute to her, William describes her as lovely, but stresses, "It isn't her beauty that makes her special." And, so, a festival was born, but whatever you do, don't call it a beauty pageant. The girls are encouraged to be friendly and natural, but the judges, who observe them on every official outing, are looking for virtues that may not be immediately obvious. It's not a beauty contest. It's about what I call internal beauty and external beauty and I would see it as a contest to find goodness - real goodness - in people. There's a Shakespearean actor from Philadelphia,

a Dubai real-estate agent, and accomplished dancers like Lisa Marie Berry. She's from a tough neighbourhood in County Wicklow, just outside Dublin. We're trying to rejuvenate the reputation of the area I live in. It hasn't really got a good name because of crime, high unemployment, etc. So, obviously, coming from an area like that, and being here, and if I won the Rose, I could promote the kind of - like you're living proof that just because you come from a lower-class background, that you can succeed.

Orla Neff from Perth is a police officer. She has no time for people who put down the competition. Is it a beauty contest? No way! Somebody egged one of the floats the other night. I think that's just disgraceful, so I think those people need to have a better insight as to what the festival is all about.

For me, it has brought my family back to Ireland - we haven't been back here for 10 years. Returning to Ireland is a major theme of the festival where the Celtic spirit is celebrated at every turn. MUSIC PLAYS The outstanding Rose is chosen at the climax of the festival in a TV talent show. Last year's winner was a dark-horse from the other side of the world. ANNOUNCER: The 2006 Rose of Tralee is the Queensland Rose, Kathryn Ann Feeney! I wasn't expecting this, this is incredible. I've just got to pinch. She won a tiara and a travelling fund worth more than $50,000. She spent the last year doing charity work

and promoting the Rose of Tralee festival around the world. 300km away, in sophisticated Dublin, not everyone zealously anticipates Rose of Tralee time. They don't do bikinis? No, they don't do bikinis - in fairness, they don't. But there's still an aspect to it which is judging women on their appearance. Now, there are other aspects, you'd have to ask them exactly what they are.

It seems to be all-round good egginess from I can see - being a lovely girl and that sort of thing. What bothers Martina Devlin is that the contest is rooted in an era when times were desperate and woman weren't particularly liberated. And I don't think it's very representative of Irish woman today. I think it conjures up an image of Ireland where women were happy to put on a pinny and bake scones with the children running around their feet. You can have cappuccinos and Irish dancing at the same time. You can have lovely girls and supermodels at the same time. In other words, there's room for everything. It's 14 minutes to 10. We're going to be talking Motown after this. Ryan Tubridy is one of Ireland's top broadcasters and a former host of the Rose of Tralee show.

Though he admits the festival is a bit old-fashioned, it still has its place. And I think it's an element of that new-found confidence, if you like -

economically, politically - that we can say, "Yes, we have skyscrapers emerging from the dust," and, "Yes, we have this other little competition." Which is what it is - a little competition. You could just use this and get them to sign their name on top of this. Do you think? For some little girls, the lure of the Rose is beyond debate. At the county library, the Roses have come to open an exhibition.

A pink army blitzes them for autographs. Some have spent hours lovingly preparing scrapbooks. Also here are Carmel Cantillon and Mary Lavelle.

And do you watch the televised program on a Monday and Tuesday? We all do. We might pretend we don't, but we all do! Our husbands don't - our husbands won't watch it - but we have to be uninterrupted.

We pretend we don't care. But don't believe that - we all watch it! We do! As the festival high-point approaches, Tralee Mayor Miriam McGillicuddy gushes over the Roses. They're treated like royalty wherever they go. You're multi-tasking Roses, taking things to a new level, as you show us how to sing, dance, look fabulous, obtain qualifications with ease and still have a sense of your place - where you come from and your heritage. Whatever image the festival conjures up, many Irish viewers only know it as a marathon TV show - six long hours over two nights. Despite this, it's a ratings winner - watched by around 1 million viewers. I've got my own two guns here. Nice pair of guns. And after hours of exuberance, a last look at the line-up before a new Rose blooms. ANNOUNCER: The 2007 Rose of Trelee is... ..Lisa Murtagh! She's everything the organisers hoped for to keep the critics at bay and young girls dreaming of Rose fame. How do you feel? I'm shocked. Lisa Murtagh, who's 27, is a thoroughly modern Rose of Tralee - a lawyer from New York. In the age of Paris Hilton and other starlets, where fame seems to come all too suddenly

and often without much reason, the people of Tralee salute their festival. It doesn't please everyone,

but it seems all good, innocent fun and a way of re-connecting with the Irish diaspora. And that's the program for this week. Hello, I'm Tracy Bowden in Canada. Next week - the cold war in the great white north. Canada is stepping up its military presence here as the Arctic nations stake their claims for the region's riches. Joint task force, north - ready to protect and defend Canadians at home.

I'm Matt Brown in the Holy Land, unlocking a few secrets about miracles, martyrs

and the saint who slayed the dragon. Hello, I'm Peter Lewis in New Zealand. I'll be reporting on how Maori are muscling in on prime time television. And that's next Tuesday at 9:20. Feel free to visit out website and leave comments or see out stories on broadband: Goodnight. Closed Captions by CSI

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