Frankly, I don’t give a damn whether or not Julie Bishop calls herself a feminist.
What matters is what she does, as a woman and for women. And it’s a great shame that because the recent cacophony about the “f” word has occupied so much media space, there has been little – I could find none – examination of her actual record.
In fact Bishop has put her name to a number of significant policies and viewpoints that I, as a feminist, can make no argument with.
Continue reading Forget the F-word, action is what counts
Finally, after being out of print since 2008, Damned Whores and God’s Police is now available as an e-book, and on sale through this website.
I have been struck by how many requests I have been getting for the book in recent weeks.
Very gratifying to know it is still talked about and that people still want to read it.
The e-book includes the original 1975 editions, the new material from the 1994 edition (including the controversial Letter to the Next Generation) and the 2002 edition Time Line of Events of Women in Australia’s past and present. And an original new cover by artist Gria Shead from her exhibition of paintings about the book.
All for $9.95. Please take a look.
The week before our Prime Minister promised to “shirt-front” the president of Russia, I was at the gravesite of a man who hit his wife so hard she went through a door.
The man was my grandfather, on my father’s side, and the woman he assaulted was his wife, my beloved Nana. When this man died suddenly, aged 51, in 1935, his wife and two sons bought him a hole in the ground but that was all.
In early October his five surviving grandchildren gathered at his unmarked grave in the Catholic section of Adelaide’s West Terrace Cemetery, where he had lain unloved and unlamented for 79 years.
We had decided to give him a headstone.
We did it, not because we had forgiven him his violence but because we have chosen to confront it.
I did not expect that as we grappled with his behaviour and its impact on our family, our country’s political leader would be using a metaphor that suggests roughing someone up is the way to express anger or disagreement.
Continue reading No room for violent talk when families are still suffering from sins of the father