Amid all the excessive hoopla about Kerry Packer since his death on
Boxing Day, an on-going theme throughout has been the dominance of
colourful men pontificating on his life and the lack of any meaningful contribution
from women. The guest list on Friday was very much a roll call of
powerful blokes, accompanied by their partners.

Annette Sharp is one of the few women to have stepped up to take a shot. In yesterday’s Sun-Herald
Diary column, the former Channel Nine publicist went into some detail
about the grief being suffered by Packer’s long-time mistress of 23
years, Julie Trethowan, who is struggling along with about $15 million in donated assets for her troubles.

Such generosity might be explained by this nugget which Sharp yesterday added to the public record:

It is likely that she [Trethowan]
is also aware of the lonely death of 1970s late-night Channel Nine movie hostess
Karol Lopez. Lopez, a beautiful black Portugese American model and dancer, was
rumoured to have been Kerry Packer’s lady friend during the 1970s. In 1991 Lopez
committed suicide in her Thyra Road, Palm Beach, bathtub, leaving an eight page
suicide note detailing her relationship with Packer. At the time Mona Vale
police said the note also made reference to recent financial hardship that had
left her depressed.

A Crikey reader familiar with Sydney’s northern beaches emailed through a similar story in January:

The current mistress Julie Trethowan was only one of a line, of
course – though probably the longest stayer. I recall trying to pick up a
gorgeous, apparently single, black girl at a party once in the late
1970s or early 1980s only to be told “my
boyfriend wouldn’t like it.” When pressed she confided the boyfriend was
Kerry Packer.

Some former Packer associates now in the Murdoch camp have dropped
other revealing nuggets into the public arena in recent days. Richard
Zachariah produced an interesting column in The Australian last week in which he noted that Maggie Tabberer, long-time fashion editor of The Australian Women’s Weekly, was “one of the few women whom Packer respected.”

Indeed, it is fair to say that not respecting women has long been a
Packer family trait. Whilst Piers Akerman was wrong to describe KP as
“Australia’s principal p*rnographer” in a notorious 1997 column, he has
made plenty of money over the years through soft-p*rn publications.

Phillip Adams also opened up in The AustralianMagazine on Saturday when he wrote the following:

He (KP) didn’t like Paul Cox’s Lonely Hearts either, preferring Kitty and the Bagman,
a film about the Sydney madam Tilly Devine. His dad had been one of her
regulars. Kerry roared with laughter at the memory of Sir Frank
climbing over the galvo roofs during police raids, trying to pull his
pants up.

The public record has noted that when it came to frequenting such
establishments, it was a case of “like father, like son.” Colleagues at
The Daily Telegraph have told me of the time Rupert Murdoch
regaled news conference with tales of Kerry’s energetic indulgences in
this field of endeavour.

Another journalist retails the story of Kerry turning to a friend of
his at a dinner and saying, “So, son, do you like f*cking?” Is this
really the sort of man we should be feting as a legend?

Where are Australia’s feminists in this debate? You won’t see them
tackling the issue in any ACP publications but surely Fairfax and News
Ltd columnists will have a crack once the dust has settled. And what
about a female politician having the courage to get up and say
something in one of our Parliaments? Too afraid of the backlash from a
still awesomely powerful media empire, are we?