New F4J member stirs "controversy" by pointing out the incredibly obvious

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'“Deeds not words,” exhorted Emmeline Pankhurst of the Suffragette movement.

Father of two and HGV driver Bobby Smith, 32, might have been inspired by that motto over the weekend as, in the name of New Fathers for Justice, he hijacked the sculpture of “A Real Birmingham Family” by the Turner Prize-winning artist Gillian Wearing.
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Affronted by the absence of a father figure, Bobby Smith stuck photographs of himself and his two daughters, Ellie, seven and Mollie, 10 onto the figures in the sculpture and threw a sheet over the remaining mother. He said: “There's nothing wrong with single mothers but this statue is saying one person can do both jobs, and I believe kids are always better off with both parents in their lives.”
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The exclusion of the father has always been a driving force in modern feminism, going back to its very origins. In her 1970 book The Female Eunuch, Germaine Greer dreamt of creating a communal collective of well-heeled young mothers at a farmhouse in Italy “where our children would be born. Their fathers and other people would also visit as often as they could...The house and garden would be worked by a local family...”. Charming. In an issue of Shrew magazine in 1973, a contributor asked "Are Fathers Really Necessary?" and concluded “they are more trouble than they are worth and likely to abuse children sexually."
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Wearing’s depiction of “A Real Birmingham Family” is, then, a work of fashionable posturing as smug and self-righteous as the “This is what a feminist looks like” t-shirts that Harriet Harman, Ed Miliband and Nick Clegg have been made to look so fabulously foolish for showing off. The sculpture might have been sensationally original and cutting-edge if it had represented a single father looking after his children alone – the position of at least 400,000 men in this country today. Some hopes.

Even so, the version of “A Real Birmingham Family” that Bobby Smith has improvised is infinitely more radical and emotionally-charged as a work of performance art than the stultified vision of Gillian Wearing RA, OBE. Perhaps somebody ought now to run up a T-shirt featuring Bobby Smith with the motto “This is what a genuine campaigner for sexual equality looks like”.

But Mr Smith doesn’t need to spell out his message. His acts themselves fulfil Mrs Pankhurst’s rousing command.'