The Most Revealing Acts
The most revealing acts of a government are not its speeches, but its silences. Not its appointments, but its dismissals. The email that ended Mark Dreyfus’s tenure as Attorney-General was one such silent, screaming act. After a historic 94-seat landslide, the government’s best legal mind, a King’s Counsel, architect of the National Anti-Corruption Commission, was not deemed worthy of a conversation. Dreyfus’ dismissal was a transaction, executed with the cold efficiency of a machine logging out a user.
In Dreyfus’ place sits Michelle Rowland. Her qualification is not a legacy of constitutional craftsmanship, but a function of factional arithmetic. This is the alarming story of how the Australian Labor Party, entrusted with an epic mandate, chose to solve a Maths problem by bungling the equation. They traded their moral compass for a calculator.
I. Anatomy of a Diminishment
Let us be clear about what was lost; the better to measure any gain.
Mark Dreyfus was an architect. He didn’t just manage the Attorney-General’s portfolio; he built enduring institutions. The NACC was not merely legislation; it was constitutional architecture, designed with load-bearing walls to resist the pressure of political winds.
His work, from prosecuting whaling cases in The Hague to banning Nazi symbols, was the work of state-building. He was the gold standard, not simply for his resume, but for the gravitas he placed on the role itself and the work he did to restore the reputation of the office of Attorney-General.
This is not to suggest his record is perfect. Mark Dreyfus is not entirely untarnished; his record on whistleblowers is contested. While he ended the prosecution of Bernard Collaery in the Witness K case, he has allowed other prosecutions (like David McBride and Richard Boyle) to continue. This duality lets him style himself as a reformer, but critics argue it exposes him as complicit in ongoing overreach. Yet he still commands his peers’ respect.
Michelle Rowland is the administrator. Her credentials are a checklist: fifteen years in Parliament, law degrees, a shadow ministry. In Communications, her signature achievement is the looming social media ban, a policy of high political appeal but forensic legal vulnerability. The age-verification technology is shaky; the enforcement mechanisms, vague. It is the work of political management, not legal statecraft.
The swap is not the exchange of one qualified figure for another. It is the demolition of a deep foundation, replaced with a flimsy façade, ALP‑apparatchik veneer triumphing over substance and true grit. Meanwhile, the deputy quietly builds up credit in his loyal supporters’ account. Marles is an ambitious deputy who wants a crack at the top job.
Becoming Defence Minister, however, is not a promotion but a deployment into political no‑man’s‑land. The portfolio is a career hazard, a trench where reputations are sunk by procurement scandals and secrecy. Only Malcolm Fraser ever marched from Defence to the Lodge; proof that survival, let alone triumph, is the exception, not the rule.
II. The Factional Algorithm
How does a party arrive at such a counter-intuitive conclusion? Surely, Anthony Albanese is no Fool on the Hill? The process is not one of deliberation, but of computation.
Labor’s caucus is a type of ecosystem, an organism sustained by homeostasis. After the election, that equilibrium was unsettled. The Left’s numbers swelled, shifting the factional balance. This growth meant the Victorian Right , long entrenched in caucus machinery, saw its share contract. At the centre of that contraction stood Deputy Prime Minister Richard Marles, a figure often derided as a factional operator rather than a statesman.
Critics like Bernard Keane find Marles to be Labor’s weakest minister, while colleagues such as Ed Husic, call him a “factional assassin.” In this disturbed ecosystem, Marles personifies the Victorian Right’s struggle to maintain dominance against a resurgent Left.
The algorithm presented a solution: a sacrificial offering from within its own ranks. Mark Dreyfus was a paradox, a Victorian Right MP whose stature was built on public merit, not factional fealty. He was a top operator, but he was not their man. It’s almost a Country and Western title. Dreyfus’ removal freed up resources to promote small-bore, loyalists Sam Rae and Daniel Mulino, restoring the Marles’ wing’s equilibrium. In number.
Perhaps the Australian “Dreyfus Affair,” echoing its historic namesake, demonstrates that in Canberra the unforgivable sin is not incompetence but operational independence; the act of stepping outside the sanctioned machinery of secrecy.
Paul Keating, always quick with the killer quip, identifies the virus in this code: a leadership “devoid of creativity and capacity.” This is no bold reshuffle; it is a spreadsheet correction. Ed Husic sees the raw power play for what it is: not statesmanship, but a “factional club.” The PM, who has intervened in lesser battles, looked on from a safe distance. His silence was the sound of the algorithm running; rampaging unimpeded.
III. The Corrosion of Institutions
This is more than a personnel matter. It is an act of institutional self-harm.
Dreyfus didn’t just oversee the NACC; he was chief engineer and its most formidable shield. His sacking sends a clear signal to the very body he created: the architect can be disappeared for lacking factional utility. The question now hangs in the air, a toxic miasma: Surely the NACC feels less secure, less insulated, without its architect? This is a toxic corrosion, not a dramatic collapse, but a slow, chemical change in the flow of power.
The irony is palpable. Carnivorous. The man who built the watchdog to hold government accountable has been removed by the government for being insufficiently political.
IV. The Test of Reality: December 10
Theory collides with practice on December 10th, the enforcement date for the social media ban Rowland championed. This is Rowland’s first real-time exam as Attorney-General.
Dreyfus would have spent the last six months war-gaming the legal challenges, reinforcing the legislative foundations. Rowland has been fighting bureaucratic battles over implementation timelines. When the first court challenge arrives, and it already has, we will see the difference between a minister who advocates for a law and an Attorney-General who must architect its defense.
Watch this space. It will be the clearest indicator of whether we have a legal mind in the role, or a political one.
V. A Eulogy for Gravitas
In the end, this affair is a eulogy for a certain kind of personal authority, gravitas.
Ben Chifley’s “light on the hill” was a moral force. The current leadership operates by the faint glow of a factional calculator’s screen. Richard Marles, the kingmaker of this diminishment, presides over an AUKUS booby-trapped, Defence portfolio where public confidence masks private institutional dysfunction. His judgment, which valued loyalty over legal mastery, now shapes the legal constraints of his own power.
The symbolism is a deep, self-inflicted wound. In sacking one of its most senior Jewish ministers, a man from its own faction, Labor demonstrates that not even identity, seniority, or proven competence can protect you from its party machine’s logic.
The machine is perfectly calibrated. It’s the Labor soul that’s now running a deficit.
INTERLUDE: A Conversation on the Principle
Scene: Parliament House corridor. Bryan CLAWE, a parliamentary correspondent, approaches John DARKE, a senior Labor strategist who’s just left a factional meeting.
CLAWE: Excuse me, Mr. Darke, this business with Dreyfus and Rowland. Can you help us understand the principle at work? Everybody’s at a loss to explain Dreyfus’ replacement.
DARKE: Certainly. The principle is operational efficiency, Bryan. A party, like any complex machine, requires proper component placement. You don’t put a ball bearing where you need a spring. Results depend on where you position each part.
CLAWE: So Dreyfus was a ball bearing?
DARKE: (Smoothly) He was a quality component. And Rowland provides different operational characteristics in the same space. Sings, “Michelle, ma belle..”
CLAWE: I see. But the reports suggest Dreyfus was removed because his faction, the Victorian Right, had too many parts allocated. Is that the logic?
DARKE: It’s about load distribution. The machine was overweighted on one side. We needed to rebalance the assembly. Recalibrate the load-bearing underbody.
CLAWE: But to rebalance, you kept removing parts from the Victorian Right and replacing them with other Victorian Right parts?
(A beat of perfect stillness.)
DARKE: Yes.
CLAWE: So the problem wasn’t the component itself, but its location in the machine?
DARKE: Precisely. The identical part performs very differently depending on where it sits in the assembly. It’s about mechanical compatibility, not the part’s inherent quality.
CLAWE: And the fact that the replacement component is a known loyalist of the chief mechanic, while the removed one was independent, that’s simply better bearing compatibility?
DARKE: (A little sharper) The chief mechanic’s understanding of the machine’s tolerances is, by definition, comprehensive. We trust his judgment on where components function optimally. He’s got computerised balancing equipment, Bryan. AI-boosted, too.
CLAWE: To be absolutely clear: the principle is balance. But to achieve it, you removed a component that operated independently of the chief mechanic and replaced it with one that aligns with him, both from the very same section of the machine you claimed was overweighted. That’s the balance?
DARKE: (Voice tightening) You’re focusing on a single rivet. We’re rebuilding an entire engine. Sometimes you must shift load from one side to optimize overall performance. The machine doesn’t understand the rebalancing; it only knows it runs more smoothly.
CLAWE: But Labor Party components understand, Mr. Darke. They still remember which parts got removed in 11 November, 1975.
DARKE: (Final, clipped) Then they should take comfort in the machine’s improved efficiency. The assembly is designed to deliver optimal output for the Australian people. The alternative is a machine grinding itself to pieces. And nobody wants that.
CLAWE: No. I suppose nobody wants that. Thank you for your time.
DARKE: A pleasure.
Darke continues down the corridor. Behind him, other MPs pass. Everything continues. The machine hums along, properly calibrated, all its parts in their designated places.