Organisation: AIIA National Office and Branches
The Australian Institute of International Affairs consists of seven state and territory Branches, coordinated by a National Office located in Canberra, at Stephen House. This office is managed by the National Executive Director with oversight by a National Executive composed of Branch Presidents and national office holders.
The National Office provides support to Branches, works to coordinate multi-state tours, fundraising and communication infrastructure, and to negotiate nationwide member benefits. It coordinates research and national publications, engages in development activities, hosts a number of interns, organizes policy-oriented events, and houses a library and Conference Centre.
Branches are the primary point of access to the AIIA and are indispensable in providing member programs, discussion forums, special member groups, youth education, career development initiatives, study tours, community education and localized membership benefits.
Throughout its history the AIIA has drawn the involvement of key national figures, including Prime Minister Sir Robert Menzies, former High Court Chief Justice Sir Garfield Barwick and former Governor General Lord Casey, among other distinguished Australians. The former Governor-General of Australia, Major General Michael Jeffery AC CVO MC, is the AIIA’s Honorary Visitor.
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