Toxic avenger

A new old face will be in the White House.

Imagine a scenario in which the US returned to power a divisive mountebank, fraud, failed businessman and serial bankrupt, casually cruel, philandering, election-denying anti-democratic snake-oil salesman whose daily language is predicated on hate and fear. And having imagined this, try to explain why many Americans voted against their own interests to do so.

My first thoughts when watching the results of the 2024 US Presidential elections unfold in real time on the New York Times website were of incredulity and astonishment. Of shock and stomach-churning sickness. Surely not again?

Did American voters not recall that Donald Trump had denied the legitimacy of the previous Presidential election, and had tried desperately to convince authorities in several states not to certify the results?

Remember how he described the 2020 election as “stolen” even though it wasn’t, which was ultimately proven by several investigations?

If I recall, Trump had encouraged his incensed, worked-up mob to come to Washington DC on January 6, 2021. Then he watched on TV as the very same mob beat on police officers with flagpoles, truncheons and any other makeshift weapons at hand.

Those individuals who were caught and imprisoned Trump described as “patriots” and “heroes”, promising to pardon them for their misdeeds once he was back in power.

US voters either couldn’t remember this incident – their brains addled by social media or the far-right nonsense that pretends to be media – didn’t think it was important compared to what they thought Trump offered, or simply didn’t care.

Yet the image of a face-painted man wearing a horned fur hat running through the Capitol – possibly in search of House Speaker Nancy Pelosi to string up – is one indelibly sketched in the memory.

Section three of the 14th amendment to the US Constitution prohibits anyone who has held public office and who has engaged in insurrection against the US from ever serving in public office again. Trying to overturn election results, hatching plans for your successor not to be certified, inciting a mob to attack the Capitol. If that isn’t “insurrection” then it is worth asking what might be.

And could US citizens not recall the imbroglio about Trump removing boxes of classified files from the White House, and then shifting them around his Florida redoubt, Mar-a-Lago, when authorities came looking for them? Those boxes contained documents relating to spy satellites and nuclear capability.

Surely, Trump’s attack on one of the world’s seemingly most impregnable democracies – his own – would be ample evidence for voters not to return him to the White House?

That and the fact he’d shown himself to be racist, delusional, lying, divisive and dishonest – and not especially competent at any of hats he’d worn in his seven decades, save for reality TV personality.

“I don’t get it,” wrote one of the New York Times columnists covering the event on Election night.

I didn’t get it either. And neither did Atlantic Journal writer Adam Serwer, who observed that Trump prevailed in a sweeping Electoral College victory a mere four years after executing multiple schemes to overthrow an election he lost and seize power by force, and only months after being convicted of state crimes in New York.

Trump, Serwer wrote, ran a race of slander and lies against immigrants and his political opponents, vowing to seize dictatorial powers in a campaign of vengeance.

“The time will come when Americans will have to face the question of why democracy was so meaningless to them that they chose a man who tried to overthrow their government to lead it,” Serwer wrote. “They’ll have to determine why a country conceived in liberty would hand power to the person most responsible for subjecting women to state control over their bodies.”

One of the replies to the LinkedIn post of Serwer’s article was by a US CPA who suggested that the explanation for Trump’s ascendency lay not in lofty “abstract concepts” (i.e., democracy) but rather some simple economic metrics (inflation, rising prices for goods, GDP, debt, etc.,).

Somehow a critical mass had bought into the narrative that Trump was a superior economic manager, and that his egregious brand of trickle-down economics as advised by his financial experts – several of whom happen to be billionaires and may be somewhat compromised – was the best option to serve as President.

“Trump is transactional, Machiavellian, and a zero-sum player – and now America has freely chosen Trump a second time, even after his damning performance on January 6, 2021,” wrote one NYT reader in the letters section. “We don’t care about anything but money and a harsh power that owes nothing to anyone.”

Trump once claimed that he could murder someone in the street and would still be elected, such was his appeal to a certain sub-group of American voters – his loyal MAGA (Make America Great Again) supporters.

Clearly, however, this latest win attracted votes from those beyond Trump’s loyal base of the willfully ignorant.

Whether it’s crypto bros, blue-collar workers, those concerned about the treatment of Palestinians, proud US citizens, evangelical Christians, young men and middle-aged women, immigrants – somehow multiple segments of society were convinced that Trump was clearly a better option than Kamala Harris.

You can imagine that in the not-too-distant future, anthropologists and sociologists will attempt to decipher the bizarre collective understanding and cognitive dissonance that facilitated a thoroughly repugnant and unqualified individual to lead the land of the Stars and Stripes.

“I watched in disbelief as businessmen voted for a repeat bankrupt, laborers for a boss infamous for stiffing his workers, evangelicals for a serial adulterer, patriots for a draft dodger who would sell out his country’s secrets for trivial gain, educated men for an ignoramus,” wrote Greg Illes in Southern Man, well before the 2024 election.

Trump showed his hand on the climate in his first term, pulling out of the Paris Climate Accord, putting a former oil exec in charge of the US EPA, opening up protected land for fossil fuel exploitation, and often being dismissive of climate science in general.

Indeed, Trump’s views on climate change are often contradictory and confusing.

He has called climate change “mythical”, “non-existent”, or “an expensive hoax” – but also subsequently described it as a “serious subject” that is “very important to me”.

Given that 15 straight months from July 2023 set a record for temperature for the hottest of their kind, perhaps the situation is more urgent than American voters may have been informed.

September 2024 was the first non-record-breaking month in more than a year, ending an unprecedented streak of consecutive new records. In fact, it was 1.26°C above the long-term 1951–1980 average and much warmer than any other September since 1880, aside from 2023.

Last year, every day in July in Phoenix, Arizona was above 43°C, the 31-day record shattering the record of 18 days set back in 1974.

Despite the fact the Earth is the hottest since mankind has been upon it, that the last below-average-temperature year (based on the 20th century average) was 1976, that the previous time there was this much carbon in the atmosphere there were forests on Antarctica, despite the absolute urgency to act on climate change, the good people of the US elected an avowed climate sceptic to the land’s (and world’s) highest office.

According to The Guardian, “the impact of Donald Trump enacting the climate policies of the rightwing Project 2025 (a far-right manifesto and action plan) will result in billions of tonnes of extra carbon pollution, wrecking the US’s climate targets, as well as wiping out clean energy investments and more than a million jobs.”

Scientist Neil deGrasse Tyson is another who doesn’t understand Trump’s appeal.

“How sad it must be,” he says, “believing that scientists, scholars, historians, economists, and journalists have devoted their entire lives to deceiving you while a reality TV star with decades of fraud and exhaustively documented lying is your only beacon of truth and honesty.”

Mark Salter is a former longtime aide to former Republican Senator John McCain, a Trump bête noire who passed away in 2018.

Ahead of the 2016 Presidential election Salter couldn’t believe Trump was a serious consideration for the GOP, which he had served across two presidential campaigns.

“I believe empathy is the starting point of wisdom, and imagining things from an opponent’s point of view is essential to solving problems in a closely divided polity,” he wrote for Esquire magazine. “Yet on the subject of Donald Trump, my mind is closed. Slammed shut. Triple bolted. Sealed like a tomb. Nothing anyone could reveal about Trump could get me to change my opinion that he’s an asshole. And not a, ‘Yeah, but he’s our asshole’ kind, but rather a cartoon villain, a fake, a cheat, a liar, a creep, a bullying, bragging, bullshitting, blowhard kind of asshole.”

In his Esquire piece, Warren wondered whether the great US of A was in such dire straits that it needed a caudillo – a “strongman” – to break rules. Was it really necessary to put a mean-spirited, lying jerk in the White House?

No, it was not necessary, but that is how events have unfolded. Donald J Trump is once again the single most powerful human being in the world, with control over a nuclear arsenal, and the ability to pull levers on powerful global financial institutions.

Many who served under Trump during his first term, especially in such portfolios as defence or foreign relations, warned about his utter lack of qualifications, character traits, qualities and experience for the role to which he was re-elected. This was ignored.

How much damage and chaos can Trump wreak in four years? A considerable amount.

Helter skelter

For the past four years Michele Timms’ life has been a lot like her game: frantic. But there is a price to paid for everything, as Matthew Dillon reports.

As Michele Timms is asked by the photographer to smile while she bends down to crouch over the ball, you can tell that it’s like asking a kid to look happy when the family dog has just been run over. It hurts. But she does it obligingly, without complaint.

Then again, Timms usually acquiesces when it comes to basketball-related requests, and she’s gone out of her way to be at this photo shoot.

Originally it was scheduled for 1pm, but she phoned to ask if it could be 3pm because she needed to search for an apartment. When there’s a mix-up about the clothes she was supposed to wear, Timms returns to the studio at 8.30 that night after completing a two-hour training session an hour away with Bulleen, the club where she began playing basketball as a junior and the one she’s chosen to resume her WNBL career with after a two-year absence.

A professional when it comes to dealing with the media, Timms hasn’t always made as prudent decisions when it comes to looking after her body. And now, in the twilight of her career, the famously sprightly legs are exacting their revenge.

She’s still one of Australia’s premier players of course, but where it once might have been thought the busy point guard would keep playing, conjuring Energiser Bunny images as she continues for as long as she likes, Timms now talks about “hanging on” until the Sydney Olympics. And they are less than two years away.

Walking downstairs after training is a chore. Getting out of bed in the morning doesn’t happen by reflex.

Now it’s hard to recover from games, especially back-to-back, and in her most recent stint with Phoenix – completed when the Mercury fell to Houston in the championship series – Timms discovered the benefits of icy cold baths.

And after a lifetime of ignoring it, she’s finally, out of necessity, starting to stretch.

An aspect of what Timms is experiencing can be attributed to natural wear and tear, and partly it is payback for the Herculean basketball load she’s taken on over the years. Remembering it – much like the way Timms plays – is a blur.

From 1994 through to the end of 1997, Timms went from one basketball assignment to another. No respite. None.

A stint with Italian team Firenze (a nightmare club that went 0–24) was cut short after popping a posterior cruciate ligament. She returned to Australia anyway to prepare for the OZ94 world championship.

After the tournament concluded, she donned a Sydney Flames bodysuit for a season before taking off for German club team Wuppertal. Then, at the conclusion of the Euro season, she helped the Opals seize a bronze medal at the 1996 Atlanta Olympics.

From Georgia it was back to Sydney for a WNBL stint, before boomeranging back to Wuppertal for another German pro league campaign. Oh, and squeezed between the various club commitments were at least six Opals tours and camps.

By the end of her second season with Wuppertal, at the beginning of last year, Timms had had enough, but the WNBA was calling.

“I could feel myself getting mentally flat with basketball,” Timms recalls. “It was really hard, because at the time I felt like I needed a break there was this exciting WNBA opportunity.”

So many times, Timms wanted to ring her manager and saying, “Look, I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to go over there and play. I feel like I need a break, I feel like I’m burnt out”.

Yet she also felt like she’d be letting herself and others down if she didn’t take up the offer.

Eventually Timms entered the WNBA season in precisely the wrong state of mind: tired, both physically and mentally.

“But the excitement got on top of things – the whole excitement of the league,” Timms says. “And by the time I got over there, I was excited. I was really glad I was there.”

A few weeks into Timms’ rookie WNBA season, a mysterious blackout syndrome started occurring.

Timms was with Mercury teammates in a Phoenix restaurant, having just sat down to eat lunch, when she passed out. Her head fell onto to the table, and she couldn’t move. The Mercury players, as you would expect, freaked, and Timms was rushed to hospital. A full gamut of tests was run, but the exact nature of the episodes, which lasted for six weeks of the three-month season, was never determined.

“To be honest, I thought I was terminally ill or something,” Timms recalls. “I thought, ‘Oh no, this is really bad. I’m going to be like this forever’.

“And it was really weird. I actually didn’t pass out. It was like being comatose. I could hear everything that was going on, but I couldn’t move any part of my body, and I couldn’t speak. I’d be like that for four or five minutes and slowly I’d come out of it. I’d be OK.

“But it was the damnedest thing. It was really scary, and in the end, I felt like stopping the boat.”

Timms endured every test possible and a plethora of injections to try and work out the nature of the strange malady. And in all this time she missed just one game – due to collapsing in a waiting lounge after disembarking from a team flight.

“I had one of my little episodes,” Timms remembers. “After that one they made me stop playing. The next day we had a big game at home, and they said, ‘No, you’re not allowed to play’. But I was trying desperately to play because I’d never a game through illness of anything like that. It was a big game, and we needed to win.”

As soon as Phoenix fell to the New York Liberty in the semi-finals, it was as if Timms’ body said, “No more”. She was in bed for 10 days recovering from overwork.

“My body must totally unwound on me,” Timms says. “I had no say in it. My body was saying to me, ‘You’ve been mistreating me for years’.”

Timms decided she needed some major down time and to start enjoying life. She strapped on a backpack, toured around the US a little, took in the cosmopolitan and picturesque city of San Francisco, spent time in the cauldron of New York, and caught up with the Opals in Colorado.

Then she returned to her apartment in Phoenix for four months, working for Fox Arizona part-time doing commentary on college basketball games.

In all she took seven months completely off, and thinks now such an extended leave of absence was excessive, even considering how ill she became without proper rest.

As a result of the layoff, she stacked on an extra 9kg onto to her playing weight, none of it hard.

“I had way too much time, I turned into a big pig,” she says, laughing. “I came back, I was so heavy. For the first time, I hated body suits.

“I had to come back for a few training camps, and I was so embarrassed, but I knew no one would say anything,” Timms says. “They’d sort of be like, ‘Oh my God’, but I knew none of them would actually come up to me and say, ‘Hey Timmsy, knock off the hamburgers, know what I’m saying?’”

As she does every year, Timms has an abundance of offers to return to Europe once her commitments with the Mercury were fulfilled.

Now, however, she is acutely aware she’s in the home stretch of her career, and for the remainder of her time as a pro player hopes to spend her WNBA off-seasons in Australia.

Sydney, Canberra, Dandenong and Bulleen all placed offers on the table, but Timms ultimately decided not to take the most lucrative deal, and returned to the Boomers.

“I’m ecstatic to be back,” Timms said at the press conference to announce her return and the signing of new sponsor, pasta company Barilla.

“My heart and soul rests with Bulleen. I played at Bulleen, I refereed at Bulleen. I worked in the Bulleen canteen.”

It was a decision based on several factors: a combination of playing in her home city close to friends and family, and opportunities to continue a part-time career in the media.

Still, the perceived advantages of playing in Melbourne didn’t make the decision easier.

“It was really difficult to be honest,” Timms says. “I didn’t know if I was Arthur or Martha. One day I’d wake up and I thought I’d like to be in Sydney, because I enjoyed living there, and because (Australian coach) Tom and Robyn Maher are up there and really good friends.

“And the next day I was like, ‘I’d really like to go to Canberra, because Shelley Sandie and Carrie Graf are there, and I’d be able to use the AIS facilities, which are great. It was an extremely hard decision to make.”

Now that she’s come full circle and playing back where it all began, some reality pills have been swallowed. With the injection of new funds, the Boomers are a professionally run outfit, but it will take some getting used to not having 11,000-plus spectators in the stands.

Accustomed to limousine service in Phoenix, Timms was taken aback when she arrived for an appearance on television show Live and Kicking and the red-carpet treatment was not available.

Already running late, she sprinted 100m in the rain, only to be told that she wasn’t permitted to park near the venue where the show was being filmed.

Timms had never seen the program before, of course. On the particular episode where she appeared with Andrew Gaze, both players were challenged to shoot at a basket, one-handed, and stranding on one leg.

When Timms struggled to make a basket, host Jason Dunstall urged her to move a little closer, which rankled, and of course, Timms refused.

“I was like, ‘No, I’m an athlete’,” Timms says. “It’s not about being a boy or a girl, or whatever. I’m an athlete, don’t be so sexist. And he was only trying to be nice, you know.

“When we get out there, we’re all just flat-out athletes. It’s like when you go to schools, and you talk to kids. You go out there and you’re a hoopster. You’re not a boy or a girl, you’re a hooper. You’re an athlete. So, it doesn’t matter whether you’re a Tomboy or whether you’re a girly girl or whether you like playing with Barbie dolls. Anyone can play. It doesn’t matter – you’re an athlete. You turn into a totally different individual.”

As for the differences between the WNBA and WNBL, there’s an enormous discrepancy in the marketing, money and crowds. Yet the attitude and the passion are the same, Timms says, and she considers the WNBL’s nationwide advertising campaign to be a momentous step in the league’s history.

Keeping in mind a shift from countries, a change in team uniform, and employment in a different league, the biggest change is probably a physical one.

“The worst thing that happened to me from having such a long layoff was that I felt like I totally lost all of my speed,” Timms says. “And it was so hard to get back. It was extremely frustrating to run down the court and have people go by you, or to chase people with the ball and get beaten.”

The challenge, if possible, will be to regain what has been lost, to pump some juice back into her legs. But in truth her individual goal for the season is to survive it.

Home court at the Veneto Club isn’t America West Arena, but so what?

“Anyway, there’s a million people in the Timms family,” she says. “And they tens to fill a stand anywhere we play when they come to watch.”

This article first appeared in the November 1998 edition of One on One magazine.
It was the winner of the Victorian Basketball Association Best Feature award for 1999.