Carl Williams the drug dealer and serial killer became, in life, a celebrity, and now in death may be elevated to a modern-day bushranger. Were it not for television dramatisation he would have lived and died a sinister and sordid criminal whose trade was misery and death.
The peculiar distortions of television dramatisation have conferred celebrity on all who lived and died through Melbourne gangland's spray of bullets, and the script writers are waving their glamorising wand over Sydney's underworld now.
Australians seem to be suckers for the glorification of criminals. Serial killers, corrupt cops and the human cockroaches of the underworld develop a celebrity status that in some ways exceeds that of our national sport heroes. Since, I ask in my column today, serial killer and drug dealer Carl Williams became a celebrity, can the low-life junky slinking along our streets looking for a house to burgle look forward to that adulation if he's played in a TV series?
The series Underbelly and its elevation of criminals to the A-list has exposed the emptiness of celebrity. Do you, like me, see a difference between celebrity and fame? And do you agree that celebrity is the more respected in Australia?