Bligh yields to vocal few
by Paul Syvret
From: The Courier-Mail
September 15, 2009
HE'S an elderly man, dressed in slacks, open-neck shirt and a wide-brimmed hat.
He stands on his patch of footpath, armed with a placard pasted with a photo of a human fetus and a right-to-life message, quietly breathing in the fumes of inner-city Bowen Hills.
A nervous looking woman approaches, heading towards the door of the fertility clinic where he maintains his pious vigil, and he stirs to life. A wad of graphic pamphlets appears and he thrusts his literature forth as he begins sermonising about the evils of abortion and the murder of unborn babies.
Watch the faces of the women he tries to foist his propaganda upon. Even before they realise he's lying in wait for them, these faces are often drawn and strained, the body language deeply defensive.
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Bligh yields to vocal few
by Paul Syvret
From: The Courier-Mail
September 15, 2009
HE'S an elderly man, dressed in slacks, open-neck shirt and a wide-brimmed hat.
He stands on his patch of footpath, armed with a placard pasted with a photo of a human fetus and a right-to-life message, quietly breathing in the fumes of inner-city Bowen Hills.
A nervous looking woman approaches, heading towards the door of the fertility clinic where he maintains his pious vigil, and he stirs to life. A wad of graphic pamphlets appears and he thrusts his literature forth as he begins sermonising about the evils of abortion and the murder of unborn babies.
Watch the faces of the women he tries to foist his propaganda upon. Even before they realise he's lying in wait for them, these faces are often drawn and strained, the body language deeply defensive.
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