Kevin Rudd meant it when he apologised to indigenous Australians for stealing their land and pissing on their culture. The opposition hated him for that. I loved him for that. One morning in Beijing, Rudd used his mastery of Manadarin to sweet talk university students into fighting for free-er speech. They seemed dazed, yet admiring.
Rudd is a man who holds certain values dear and tries to honour them, not always with success. This bureaucratic control freak tended to trip over his own debris and hurt others without noticing. In his haste to stimulate the economy and help Aussie home owners cut energy bills, corners were cut and people died. The media smelt blood. “He’s on the nose…”
Rudd went to Copenhagen to save the world, but he couldn’t save his Government’s plan for an emission’s training scheme. Was it his fault? Yes, said the Murdoch Media,which hated the scheme and turned its cancellation into a bludgeon. Never mind that Copenhagen was a total global train wreck. This was a chance to tar & feather Rudd.
Next came the sounds of weeping from the big end of town, as Rudd decided to up cream off the gargantuan earnings of mining companies for the benefit of all Australians, much to the rage of the rich. He was thrown to the factional dogs. Julia Gillards’ hand was forced, and yet ….Kevin Rudd’s brutal dumping has left many people feeling uneasy.
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t Australian. But then few of us are anymore.