There is a term that is commonly used nowadays. We talk about the ‘narrative’ of the Left, or an individual sticking to their particular ‘narrative’. The core to the term is that of ‘story’, and it can be either fiction or non-fiction, as the term applies equally to both. Like the literary version, narratives are generally constructed, often with various threads.
In the case of Gillian Triggs, she has several narratives going at once: she has her own personal one, built on her life experiences and her unfortunate need to seem both authoritative and truthful, the former depends not only on her illustrious position as head of the AHRC, but also the skills she employs to cover up her lies. Her arrogance lies in the fact that she uses her position as a tool for obfuscation, and the seemingly contradictory tendency to believe she won’t be discovered, no doubt because she, in her arrogance, thinks that everyone around her is of diminished intelligence.
A second strand to her narrative, is that she uses that of the Left, of the faint hearted and the hand wringers within our rather diverse society, and this too lends her this sense of omniscience. Aren’t the Greens and Labor left always right? Well, she belongs to that segment of society.