Sam Leader, Mullumbimby
The ‘Equality? You’re lucky you don’t get shot at!’ comment and the disdain it thinly veils has done more to galvanise my anger than the protest itself, which was in fact hugely inspiring.
A lot of Mullum’s gathering comprised of my generation (X) and older. To see women you would normally smile politely at across the table at Mavis’ Kitchen yelling and carrying placards was a delight. Hearing a heart-wrenching poem from an abuse survivor, followed by Aine Tyrell’s battle cry song stirred every attendee to their core. But that man, Echo. That man.
Remember when Jeff Goldblum waved the flare at the T-Rex, which only incensed the beast further? That is what Morrison has done to me.
I urge you to not mistake Morrison’s insouciance for tone deafness. To my ears he is broadcasting his contempt with forensic precision. I can barely express how ferociously I abhor him for that. What an irresponsible, arrogant, disgraceful waste of matter he is.