I won’t climb atop the pile-on about Grace Tame imitating Johnny Rotten at The Lodge except to say that I hope her fiancée takes away from the experience something beneficial to his future well-being. Like many others, Miss Tame had a difficult start to life. Being named Australian of the Year was obviously beneficial to her and she undoubtedly has much more to give. Her advocacy may, in due course, have a healing impact on others desperate to break away from trauma and fulfill their potential. Her achievements are not trifling but they were stymied. Women who take on such roles are strictly policed handmaidens of the feminist hierarchy and are always being watched. Provided they avoid damaging the men of Labor, unions, arts and letters – provided, I mean, that they focus their outrage on Liberals, Nationals and Christians – they are encouraged to carry on, even as pork chops. It follows that Miss Tame’s tantrum yesterday should be read not just as narcissism but as a hostage video. She knows the price of fraternising with a conservative.
I wouldn’t want Danny and Leila Abdallah to be named as the real Australians of the Year – that would be a trivial bother they could do without – but they exemplify everything that’s really fine, rare and noble in human beings, not merely Australians. On February 1, 2020, three of their children – Sienna, eight, Angelina, 12, and Antony, 13 – and their niece, Veronique Sakr, 11, were killed when a drunk and drugged driver crashed into them on a footpath in the Sydney suburb of Oatlands as they walked excitedly to the shop for ice creams. According to police, the 31 year-old man at the wheel – deranged on alcohol, cocaine and MDMA – was travelling in a 50 zone at not less than 111 km/h on impact.
In a statement his solicitor read out to Parramatta District Court last March, the culprit apologised to the Abdallah and Sakr families for the “accident,” a description presiding judge, James Bennett, rejected outright. Indeed, this was no accident but the self-indulgence that a decaying Anglophone dystopia glorifies. In a victim impact statement, Mrs Abdallah forgave the unforgivable: “From day one I didn’t hate you. I pray you find faith in your life and turn away from drugs and alcohol.” Her husband echoed the sentiments, telling the man he was forgiven – “for your sake, for my sake, and most importantly for my family’s sake.” Bridget Sakr, mother of Veronique, also forgave the son of a heartbroken retired policeman: “I pray that if you have not met God, to find him.”
In the months of 2021 that followed, the Abdallahs’ home was robbed, the roadside shrine to their children was vandalised, a proposal to memorialise them at the scene of the crime was repeatedly rebuffed by a greedy golf club and they suffered a miscarriage. They still had the resolve to launch i4give Day (1 February) to enjoin others to “find someone you can forgive” and “set them free.” The couple also announced they and their three surviving children are expecting a new baby in March. “Tame is a weapon,” said new Australian of the Year Dylan Alcott yesterday, admiringly and oddly. So are the Abdallahs but not of war.