Author: Emily Tyrrell

  • International Women’s Day 2021: No Choice But Change

    International Women’s Day 2021: No Choice But Change

    Emily Tyrrell reflects on International Women’s Day and the reality that a woman in 2021 Australia must face.

    Each year, International Women’s Day selects a theme to reflect the milieu. This year, they’ve picked ‘choose to challenge’, their rationale being that a ‘challenged world is an alert world and from challenge comes change’. This statement doesn’t sit well with me.

    Even though I am aware of the importance of IWD and the difficulty of capturing the essence of a movement, this statement is problematic.  The last few weeks have been a convulsion of headlines that have gurgled up from history of rapehatred and abuse tolerated by our institutions and the powerful people within them. I say ‘tolerated’ because the revelations of misogyny in our Governments, our schools and our workplaces should come as no surprise. Nor should the fact that we have no choice in whether it is spoken about or not.

    In a world in which one in five women will be sexually assaulted in their lifetime; and where speaking up about such assault makes you a ‘lying cow’, I don’t feel like I have a choice but to speak. I have to speak and challenge these norms if I want to live in a world that doesn’t undermine, distrust and discard myself, my      sister and my mother. There is no choice; this is a matter of necessity.

    In this article, I will step through three concepts that we must rethink if we want women to be equal. These concepts are justice, leadership and community; and they’ve been central to the arguments thrown around in the last few weeks. It’s clear that we are at a tipping point, and whilst we can choose whether we fall or fly, there’s no doubt that we are being forced over the edge.

    The first concept I’ll freefall into is justice. Justice has been at the centre of discussions around the allegations made against Christian Porter, the Federal Attorney General. He denies that he raped a fellow team member at the 1988 Worlds Debating Championships, and claims that justice has been stripped from him because of a ‘trial by media’ after the allegations were made public. Such an argument is belied by the belief that the court, the police and the adversarial system have a monopoly over justice.

    This characterisation misunderstands two critical points. For one, it overlooks how victims of sexual assault approach the court already disadvantaged. Not only does the burden of proof and the ambiguities in the law of consent favour the accused, but biases present in juries and judges alike often find against women alleging sexual assault [1].

    If we add to this the cost of coming to court and the fear of relieving the trauma of an assault, we can see that women are already heavily disadvantaged in this space – they are not at all ‘equal’ in the eyes of the law. So, the claim that we are on the precipice of descending into anarchy because Porter has not been treated fairly ignores the poor state that the law is already in.

    On the other hand, even if you believe we live in an idyllic world that lives and dies with the rule of law, we must acknowledge that the Court is not the only provider of justice in a democracy. The Fourth Estate, or the public sphere, is a forum where media institutions and individuals alike can scrutinise the law, the Government, businesses and workplaces outside of their institutional bounds. This allows for entry of alternative voices and perspectives where they would otherwise be silenced by the contexts they exist in. For example, Brittany Higgins raised the instance of sexual assault in her workplace, and was provided with      inadequate advice and action by both her boss at the time, and the office she was moved to. She turned to the media to tell her story and create pressure for a review into the workplace culture in Parliament. In turn, the public have responded through their own social media platforms and the plethora of journalistic responses.

    Now, whilst our Fourth Estate regularly acts more like a pub test, this most recent outcry has resembled a brawl more akin to the drunken scenes in Wake in Fright. It’s been violent and it’s been angry, but most of all, it’s been telling. We expect more of our politicians then a cover up, opportunism or a flat-out denial, and the ability to express such a disappointment is a form of justice in and of itself. To deny it is to deny the scrutiny essential to a system that’s supposed to represent all people. We need to think of justice as a multivocal concept if it is ever to be attainable for women.

    The second concept is that of leadership. This one falls close to home for me. At the same time that I could hear Gillard proclaiming that we should not tolerate misogyny now or ever, I was living through domestic violence. Now, I was not old enough to connect what Gillard was saying to the vitriol that I was experiencing, but I could recognise a strong, empowered and angry woman standing up for herself. I learnt from her. I continue to learn from the brilliant women that I am surrounded by.

    Every single woman that wrote about their experiences of sexual assault in high school is a leader. They are women my age writing about the violence they lived through at my sister’s age. They know there are sixteen – seventeen year olds listening, and that they need the knowledge and solidarity to report abuse, and in turn, prevent it from happening. At this College, we must acknowledge the sexism that this sandstone has protected. We have an obligation to use our privilege to decry any remaining discrimination and abuse, and we must promote the many smart, empathetic and resilient women amongst us to positions of leadership and power.

    On the other hand, what on earth are young boys learning from a Prime Minister who refuses to properly acknowledge and take action on the sexism plaguing his parliament? What are they learning from shock jocks who are telling them that what is under attack is the grand old Western Tradition, rather than a system that treats women as objects thrown around in a game of political football? Do they see the ways in which the colour of their skin, their back pocket and their sex and gender put them on a pedestal if no one else acknowledges it?

    I have no choice but to speak up on this issue because I know other women are listening – and god, if a book nerd like me is worried about their influence, I do not understand how our elected leaders cannot be worried about theirs. Leadership must be about admitting where you are wrong, and understanding the needs of the audience who are listening to you. Gillard understood that when she made the Misogyny Speech. We practice it when we demand our stories be listened to, and we, in turn, listen with kindness, scrutiny and compassion.

    Lastly, I want to talk about community. I was first made aware of the High School based petition from a male student that I tutor. As he packed his laptop away, he tentatively told me about the petition that named and shamed boys at his school. I admit, I was worried where he was going with it all.

    And then, as if sensing my hesitancy, he said that he was sorry. He was sorry that the legal system was so awful, he was sorry that victims had to retraumatise themselves to tell their stories. He was sorry that institutions weren’t taking responsibility. He thought, at the very least, this was something we needed to talk about. This was not something that could be left unsaid.

    This seventeen year old acknowledged that by his very belonging to a gender, a race, a socio-economic status and a school, he had an obligation to engage in the conversation in a meaningful way. That’s what community is. It is a meaningful and constructive admission of our faults and our commitment to caring about one another.

    I see one side of the debate whirling around Australia ready to adopt – and in fact, already practicing – these new understandings of justice, leadership and community. I see the other side clinging to tired catchphrases and hollow gestures. The choice they are making is misled.

    Women don’t have a choice. We’re fighting for our lives. When those are the stakes, you’re wrong to think that change is a choice. It’s happening, and it’s happening now.

    [1] For more discussion on these points, see Mason, G & Monaghan, J 2019, ‘Autonomy and responsibility in sexual assault law in NSW: The “lazarus” cases’ Current Issues in Criminal Justice, vol. 31, no. 1, pp. 24–39 and Cossins, A 2020, Closing the Justice Gap for Adult and Child Sexual Assault: Rethinking the Adversarial Trial, Palgrave Macmillan UK, London.

  • Crisis: Where Can Australia Turn Now?

    Crisis: Where Can Australia Turn Now?

    Emily Tyrrell reflects on our current predicament and questions whether, as a nation, we can truly turn to our leadership at the moment.

    Summer in Sydney regularly feels like a dream. The feeling of driving through your suburb, singing to songs everyone knows the words to, cackling to in jokes and the taste of a Calippo constantly numbing the end of your tongue. And though Christmas leftovers don’t hang around long, sunburns peel and the allure of the beach is trumped by the safety of the aircon – we usually have a few fleeting moments of relief. We stop, bathe in the summer whilst it lasts, and know that we’ll be back to routine soon.

    This year, there is no relief in sight. We spluttered through a summer of ash, and blocks of land, now only home to rubble, are yet to be cleared. 

    Australia has now been thrown into the panic of COVID-19. With the NSW Government announcing strict new social distancing rules in the past week, it looks like any sense of routine has been thrown out the window. 

    Australia is facing crisis after crisis. It’s getting hard to cope. 

    As a nation, we’re not always perfect. Sydney summers do mean struggling to get a car park anywhere near the beach, and being constantly, unexplainably sticky. But it’s the glimpses at greatness that we do get that make the country worthwhile. And of course, all of this is much bigger than just a good holiday. 

    There have been nation defining moments in the past few years that have reminded us how good this country is. I am reminded by the yes vote for marriage equality. And because in that fleeting moment, I could see the unity that Ausralians are capable of – I know that in times of what seems like rigid prejudice, this country will continue to work towards equality, towards being one, unified nation. I’ve rejoiced in those moments, and so I know that even in trying times, they will come again.  

    But right now, there seems to be no relief in sight. We were in the tumult of the fires, then floods, and, now, we’re fighting to flatten the curve. Everything is uncertain, and all we can do is binge watch TV. 

    In times where there seems to be nothing to rely on, the nation usually turns to a leader. We turn to the people we trust to make sense of all of this mess. Instead, the last few weeks has seen contradictory messages, once delivered then revoked, mispronounced, and confused. We tune in to every news broadcast we can, just to see if anything has changed – only to be told that an ‘essential worker’ is any person who has a job. 

    There isn’t any glimpse of greatness. I don’t think we’ll look back at this time and applaud what it meant for our country. We’re separated, scared, and the manic messaging coming from our TV screens contains no catchphrase that lasts longer than a meme. We won’t be looking back at this as a moment of pride. 

    But should we really expect anything more from a Government that was elected on the platform of a ‘fear of change’? The Liberal Party literally campaigned on business as usual, and now that chaos is rampant – is it any wonder that their messaging has fallen to bits? Maybe the nation did feel like the ‘Quiet Australians’ at the polls, but it’s hard to say that we’re united under any banner that Scomo is holding any longer. Instead, we tend to find more community with the locals who refused to shake his hand in Cobargo. 

    It’s relentless. Every month of this year has fractured our sense of who we are, as one Australian nation.  

    What I fear is that the streets we know, the anthem we sing, will all become foreign too. We’ll be in a perpetual state of confusion – not sure of who we are as a community, as our leaders are left mouths gaping. We’re all watching the same nightmare, and we’re all speechless. 

    So how do we find this common language again? How do we begin to rebuild a way of talking about our nation? What’s the rally cry?

    I don’t know, myself. But asking questions is at least one way to fill in the silence. 


  • Reflections on the School Strike 4 Climate

    Reflections on the School Strike 4 Climate

    Last Friday, my sister spoke at Springwood’s School Strike 4 Climate. In fact, she was one of the main organisers of the event. She, at 15 years old, stood in her school uniform and spoke with the authority and respect many people claim that Cabinet lacks. She was meticulous, solemn and strong. And she has done this out of her own fear for the future.

    So when I flick open my Twitter feed to see our Prime Minister dismiss the anxiety that spurs Chloe’s speech, I feel sick. Let me tell you why.

    Firstly, any critique of the School Strike for Climate stems from a moral high ground. The commentators jeer that kids should be learning the real truth at school, and even if that truth leads them to the facts of climate change, they say ,‘what a shame it is that our education system is letting them down’. They’re complaining that these students don’t have the agency to make these decisions, and if they do, then they must be misinformed anyway.

    Yet, when we look to the people making these critiques, they seem to be sourcing their arguments from the types of narrow newsfeeds they so disparage. We need only look at the shock jocks and tabloids that dominate Australia’s media scape. How diverse are their sources? Do they have the same consensus that climate science relies on? Where’s the true echo chamber here?

    My stomach churns over again when I think about the divide between logic and emotion that pollies like ScoMo seem so eager to enforce. He claims that these kids carry the catch cries of fear and anxiety, stirred by the Left. Yet, what his argument refuses to hear is the calculated, logical arguments that these kids have made before. Look, Chloe said, at how early bushfire season began this year (two months earlier, to be exact). Listen to the leaders of Pacific Nations who know the very real threats that rising sea levels have to their country. Read the countless reports, recommendations and resolutions that say we must act now to stay under the two degree limit.

    But these rational arguments aren’t enough. And they never have been – because politics has never been purely a pragmatic game. It is concerned with the sentiment of the people, and in the end, emotion is what a lot of elections are won on. Indeed, what is ‘the fair go’ if not an Australian dream that we all feel attached to? Politics is not just about logic and practicality, but is about what we feel too.

    So to say that these students are just being emotional is an unfair characterisation. It says that their fear isn’t worthy of being counted as political – where most other emotions are.

    This leads me to my final point. The short term vision of this Parliament is what really makes me green. Of course, there is the direct threat to the future that Chloe and I will inherit that scares me. Of course. But what worries me most is that Chloe thinks that her voice is not important. That no one will ever listen, and that there’s no point in fighting what is unfair and unjust. That’s a problem bigger than a queasy stomach. It’s an idea that infects and erodes the very pluralism that democracy is built on.

    So Chloe, your words are important. This movement is important. See you at the next strike.