‘The shameful persecution of Posie Parker in New Zealand’
This is what it must have been like when women were marched to the stake.
Yesterday in Auckland the British women’s rights campaigner Posie Parker found herself surrounded by a deranged, heaving mob.
She had tomato soup and placards thrown in her face. She was doused with water.
Huge men screamed insults and expletives in her face.
The shoving of the crowd became so intense that Parker feared for her life.
‘I genuinely thought that if I fell to the floor I would never get up again’, she said. ‘My children would lose their mother and my husband would lose his wife.’
It was a truly chilling spectacle. The mobs’ faces were twisted into masks of feral hatred.
They ranted in frenzy as the diminutive Parker, her bottle-blonde hair stained orange from the soup that had been dumped on her, desperately tried to make her way to the safety of a police car.
It was a ritualistic shaming of a witch, a violent purging of a heretic.