You’ve got to feel for Moira Gillard. I’m sure when Julia was a little girl, being teased at school, Moira would sweep up her second born and bury that little ginger head in her bosom , saying “Shush your noise my wee one. You can be whoever you want to be.” (she’s Welsh. They say things like ‘shush your noise’ and ‘wee one’). “You can be the Prime Minister of Australia if that’s what you want.”
Today, John and Moira will be holed up in their Adelaide home wondering if this is what they really wanted for their bright, ambitious little girl.
Julia Gillard is in the boxing ring, and she’s having the crap beaten out of her.
Her cabinet colleagues have got her back, but the vitriol from the public is chilling.
If you turn on talkback radio for any length of time, you’ll hear callers use the vilest language to talk about the Prime Minister.
Phrases like “deranged”, “ugly”, “slut” and “unhinged”. I’ve heard people crying over how much they hate her.
Prime Minister of Australia is a job you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.
From the minute she became PM, the commentary has focused on her looks and her gender. Can you imagine the whole country bagging your nose, your hair, your choice of clothes, your voice… every single time you leave the house?
At a media event last year, Julia Gillard was unveiling a statue of ex-Prime Ministers, John Curtin and Ben Chifley. She was giving a small speech when two young blokes drove past in their ute.
“Dumb c#*t” they yelled out the windows at her.
My jaw cracked, it opened so wide. She didn’t flinch. Not even an eyelid. Didn’t skip a beat, just kept talking like nothing had happened.
It made me incredibly sad to think any woman would hear that and have no reaction. Water off a duck’s back. Imagine how bad things must be if that doesn’t phase her.
It’s not just Julia. Kevin Rudd has had shreds torn off him over the past couple of days. But he’s copping it off his own colleagues.
One of his supporters, Senator Doug Cameron called it “gratuitous political violence”.