The Whiting Report Returns ... Every Friday
THE PHONE stopped ringing at 7.30pm on the night I lost the
election, as soon as it was clear I was not going to be the next Mayor. And the harsh jangling of the ring tone has
hardly been heard since.
Now the phone rings a couple of times a day, when friends or
family call. Instead of fearing it and
it problems it may bring, I welcome the chirpy ring tone.
How are you feeling, people asked in lowered tones. Fine, I say, and it is true. I have a feeling of strange contentment and
detachment as I leave the tide of politics and current affairs to wash around me.
Let those who push that tide fret about the swirling minutiae of
politics: I now give my focus to my family.
But as an ex-pollie, I don’t have to be silent. I still have a lot to say. I can still speak out when I see what needs
to be said or done. If fact, I can’t
stop it.
It was the desire to speak up, to make a change that
propelled me into running for local government 12 years ago. And what kept me running was the desire to make a difference, not the desire to hold onto a well-paid job. I never feared losing: my fear
was that would be politically ineffectual, a political ornament.
I now hold no office, but I still have my voice, heard
through this keyboard.
And I will keep
speaking out, keeping up a dialogue. I
hope it will make a difference. Maybe it
will make you think, or nudge you to take some action.
You will be able to hear my thoughts on my weekly blog, sent
every Friday. That is my commitment to
you. I already have a swelling list of
topics to discuss.
If you have any thoughts or any suggestions, I’d love to
hear them. And if you think I’m wrong,
feel free to tell me, too. You can email
me at chris@chriswhiting.com.au or
even call me. As I said, I like to hear
the jingle of the phone these days.
Next week, I look at the cultural monolith of the ANZAC
legend.