There is something particularly ghoulish about using Anzac Day to attack legacy from fallen soldiers. It's a bit like digging an alien's funeral and trying to grab the microphone during eulogy.
Once again you can do it. In fact, some like Catherine Deveny have almost made a profession of it – or at least the closest thing to a profession she has ever mastered.
And Deveny's contribution to public debate this year is a personally best, even self-coded benchmark, oscillating between brainless obscenities and meaningless academic jargon, suspected that she does not even understand.
With this she publicly declared Anzac Day "fake ing" and "bullshit" and even the cause of her physical pain : "When it comes closer, my head feels tighter and tighter, and I feel more and more nauseated. I blame the collective cognitive dissonance that goes in. "
She continued:" I hate Anzac Day and can not wait until it's over. I'm so glad to hear the choir increase each year and say "Anzac Day is unclear. It is a Trojan horse for racism, sexism, poisonous masculinity, violence, homophobia and discrimination."
She also added with good measure that service in the defense force was "no more dangerous or subject to upheavals than many other jobs "and was actually no service at all, but" part of the fetishization of war and violence ".
Now I do not encourage Deveny to be banned from making such remarks or even apologizing for them. I also do not want her to be fired from the work she still can hold down or who is organizing for her next basketwrapping workshop.
All I want to say is this: she is wrong. She is so deeply wrong that she can only assume that she is deliberately ignorant or intentionally cruel.
Anyone who believes that Anzac Day is hardening or fetishing war or violence has apparently never been in an Anzac Day ceremony. They are the most solemn, sad and reflective occasions in our national fabric.
And this was never better expressed than in the exquisitely beautiful speech that was provided by retired Colonel Susan Neuhaus at the Australian War Memorial today, where the veterinary surgeon talked about "A Century Cut Lemmer and Broken Bodies." Cut limbs she has experienced and crushed bodies she has tried to repair.
That's what she reflected today when the nation, perhaps 100 years ago, marked the ugliest and most brutal war on earth. A war in which men were stuffed into lice and pest-bearing trenches where their feet would tear in their boots, and from weeks to months of inconceivable suffering they would be sent over the top to be shot dead or split apart by shrapnel.
Deveny opposes and even abuse the brave and regretted souls and then complains of feeling nauseous because of "collective cognitive dissonance."
It is ironically the very definition of cognitive dissonance. 19659003] This year's Anzac March was also defined by a decisive decision to place women in the parade's head to emphasize their growing contributions to the military and their crucial historical role in the past of the war, emphasized by the Right-headed address. Col. Neuhaus and sprayed across the front of the newspaper.
Meanwhile, Catherine Deveny blames it for "sexism" and "poisonous masculinity."
The memories of the year also actively focused on the critical historical role played by indigenous soldiers and the injustices they confronted at the time.
Meanwhile, Deveny cries racism.
It would be impossible for anyone who even had an interest in Anzac Day not to know this, which again indicates that Deveny either has an unprecedented ability to ignorance or simply requires so much that she is willing to to use the bodies of fallen soldiers as feed.
It is worth noting that soldiers in the First World War lived so closely together that they began to communicate with dead bodies. Here is an account from a Canadian poet: "We are all used to dead bodies or pieces of men so much that we are not troubled by the sight of them. There was a right hand stuck out of the ditch in the position, A man tried to push hands with you, and when the men were filed, they would often get hold of it and say, "So long, old top, we'll be back again soon. "19659003" Imagine, if you can, the kind of influence that would have on a human.
You are tempted to ask if that's what Deveny calls "fetishization", but it's of course, she probably has no such knowledge of war and certainly no imagination. If she did, she would not begrudge those who had suffered such fate to reunite with old comrades and tend to old wounds.
In short, Deveny is, at best, a fool. More likely she is a cruel fool. She almost does not deserve the attention I have given her here, but this column is not for her, it is for all soldiers and women whose victim she fainting with the breathable wind of breath.