Deborah Coddington attempts to destroy what is left of the political zombie corpse that is Don Brash
New Zealand dodged a bullet in terms of its prime minister when National lost the election under Don Brash.
When Kim Hill interviewed him last Saturday about his self-published autobiography, Luck, he said that in 1840 Maori were “a stone-age people” and “all cultures are not of equal value”.
But he frequently disdains tangata whenua culture as “animism”.
Now I’ve formed the opinion, from his statements and writings, that behind that mask of politeness which prompted one reviewer to call him a “likeable duffer”, he’s also supremely chauvinistic. Brash’s dismissal of women is breathtakingly arrogant.
I don’t just refer to his philandering â many people have affairs but grown-ups take responsibility. Brash blames his infidelity on “the male biological urge”. Not his fault then.
There’s also a certain decorum one should adopt when it comes to former lovers: Don’t talk about it in public. In short, shut up. Brash didn’t have to publish what he calls “the salacious bits”.
That he did is appalling bad manners, and I suspect he enjoys a kind of “Aren’t I naughty?” frisson from telling us about his sex life. Little wonder, as he himself says, he has few friends.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Brash is somewhere along the autism spectrum. Â His talents with numbers are undeniable. Â The destruction of people he has left in his wake on the other hand is anÂ omnishambles. Â Read more »