Insipid meets the other kind

Suzanne Moore wipes the Telegraph floor with Emma Watson.

Without JK Rowling, I doubt any of us would have heard of Emma Watson. If Rowling and her franchise hadn’t been such a behemoth, it would be also tough to care about the confused views of a 30-something former child star.

Without JK Rowling, Emma Watson, who played Hermione Grainger in the Harry Potter film series, would not be worth an estimated $85 million (£63 million) or still be considered worth interviewing, even though she has not acted since 2019.

It’s all but certain that without JKR Watson would be nowhere. Would she have landed a part in some other movie that made as much money and had as many passionate fans as the Harry Potter series? No, because there is no such other movie from the past quarter century.

Watson and her fellow Harry Potter actor, Daniel Radcliffe, both sheltered stars who speak out on matters beyond their intelligence, decided to turn on the woman who had made them.

Without digesting or comprehending a single sentence of Rowling’s deeply researched objections to the child mutilation of reassignment surgery, the harms of self-identification, the closing down of free speech or the dangers of housing vulnerable women with biological men, they decided not to think for themselves, but to follow the herd with their public pro-trans responses.

It was probably a matter not so much of deciding not to think for themselves as deciding they didn’t want to deal with endless yammering and bullying from people who wanted them to denounce JKR. I don’t know for a fact that there were such people yammering and bullying, but my long and nauseating experience of trans “activists” tells me there almost certainly were. They don’t let anyone even slightly famous get away with even the tiniest dissent from the ideology. It could well be that Watson and Radcliffe had to choose between Rowling and a pack of noisy bullies and they chose the noisy bullies. They chose to avoid the yammering and bullying by passing it on to Rowling, who had made them rich and famous. How sharper than a serpent’s tooth.

Watson’s latest “apology” – in an interview on Jay Shetty’s On Purpose podcast, Watson said she still “loves” and “treasures” Rowling – isn’t an apology.

It is neither fish nor fowl, with some psychobabble about holding space for Rowling in her heart. It is cognitive dissonance dissolved into meaningless platitudes. Watson’s expensive education clearly did not cover emotional intelligence.

Or avoidance of meaningless platitudes. That’s actually a really important thing to learn, because the more entangled in meaningless platitudes you are, the worse your thinking is and the less likely you are to treat other people decently. I should declare this a rule and name it after myself.

There really are two sides here, as Rowling once again demonstrates: one of kindness, imagination and principle, and one of faddishness, dogma and betrayal. One creates. One destroys. Watson stupidly chose the wrong one. Her spell is in tatters.

And the spell was never really hers to begin with. It was a loan from That Woman.

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