A Modest Member of Parliament [Bert Kelly], “It’s footwork that counts, Mavis nags,” The Australian Financial Review, November 22, 1974, p. 3.

For many years Mavis has been nagging me about the necessity for better footwork on my part. She complains:

It is useless for you to plod slowly along the path of economic rectitude, prodded on by that wretched Eccles.

You will never reach any political goal unless you learn to be more flexible. I want you to be made a minister as soon as the Government changes.

You aren’t getting any younger, you know; your sand is running out.

So for goodness sake, polish up your footwork; that’s all that’s holding you back, apart from your excessive modesty.

There is a lot in what she says, and the events of the past few weeks have rammed the lesson home.

Look at the performance of the Prime Minister and how his footwork has really twinkled.

During the election campaign Mr Snedden was criticised by the PM for suggesting a cut in income tax. I think Mr Whitlam castigated him for “economic vandalism” for suggesting what he himself has now done.

And this is only a sample of Mr Whitlam’s flexibility which Mavis admires so much and which she says I should copy.

The sudden recognition by the PM that private industry is the mainspring of employment is another and the new guidelines set for the Prices Justification Tribunal yet another.

But the decision that really makes Eccles sour is the decision on motor cars.

In Nepal, where most goods are carried on people’s backs, little platforms are spaced out along the tracks. On these, the porters can rest their heavy loads without taking them off.

When the IAC report on passenger cars was made public we read that we had been paying a $300 million annual consumer subsidy to have a fragmented and uneconomic car industry.

The IAC recommended a different rate and method of protection which would encourage the industry to change to a more economic structure and which would reduce the size of the consumer subsidy to about $100 million a year.

So we, the exporters and other members of the economy, lowered our heavy loads on to the platform for a welcome rest and wiped our sweated brows.

We hoped that the fine principles that the Prime Minister has been expounding so eloquently would win the day and our loads would be lightened when we picked them up again.

But no, this didn’t happen. The fast footwork, which Mavis wants me to copy, has led to another change and the position has gone back almost to where it was. The burden will still weigh about $300 million and there seems no end of the road up which we must lug it.

The decision to keep a component plan, to increase the duty on built-up cars to 45 per cent will insulate the industry from change.

So now we, the exporters, must again pick up our $300 million burden and set off up the long steep hill once more with no end in sight for another 10 years, at least.

It wouldn’t be so bad if we could see the track flattening out at the top of the hill, but it appears to go on and up forever.

Eccles is distraught with disappointment. All his hopes that we were about to enter a new era and to begin to use our limited resources in a wiser way are now lying in the dust and he has become all bitter and nasty with Mr Whitlam.

I tried to defend the PM by explaining that I was sure that he was almost certainly over-ridden by the members of Caucus, by pitiful people like Leo the Labor man, well-meaning but ignorant.

Eccles was not appeased, but he said he took some comfort from knowing that Mr Whitlam, when he ceased to be PM, which he hoped would be soon, would easily get another job and so would not be a charge on the taxpayer.

When I asked for details he said sourly that a man who could change direction as fast as Mr Whitlam would make an ideal driver of a London taxi. These queer vehicles are notable because they can make U-turns in the narrowest of streets, and at high speed.

Still, Mavis has spoken and fast footwork it has to be for me. But it is awfully difficult to be fast on your feet when you’ve got your ear to the ground.