RichKid
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I think this article is worth extracting in full, words from Kerry himself, that once you read this you may think that James has a better chance than ever of succeeding at PBL as he had the good fortune to work with his father for a long period. The only question now is will he be a good pilot for the jumbo jet? (also see this article which says that Kerry was a fortunate man, not just another Aussie bloke despite his liking for the vernacular http://blogs.smh.com.au/thecontrarian/archives/2006/01/kerry_packer_wa_1.html)
I'd like to see how James comes across in an interview on the same topics (dad, childhood, business, family etc) in a few years.
I'd like to see how James comes across in an interview on the same topics (dad, childhood, business, family etc) in a few years.
Chip off the old block
SMH December 31, 2005 http://www.theage.com.au/news/natio...1135915692196.html?page=fullpage#contentSwap2
Like father, like son: Clyde, Frank and Kerry Packer. (caption, photo attached)
In a rare and revealing interview in the 1970s, Kerry Packer opened up to Terry Lane on growing up with a legendary father, and his influence on his own children.
TO TELL about my childhood I must, right at the beginning, say something about my father. I believe that in every generation there are great and outstanding men, and that perhaps there were 60 or 70 or 100 other men born in Australia about the same time as my father who were capable of creation. They're not always lovable or understood by the public, but for a man to be great he has to have a lot of compassion and understanding. He's usually busy, and that creates conflicts. But, nevertheless, my father was a great man.
The best way I can describe such men is to say that there are any number of people who can go out and fly a jumbo jet, but there's a very elite group of people who can design it and make it work, and my father was a designer and a person who could make things work. If I've had any success it's because I was able to fly the plane he built, but I couldn't have built it.
My father built Consolidated Press from nothing. At about 20-odd years of age, when he was a journalist, he got what he was going to get as an inheritance, which was, I think, about 10,000 quid and he came out and started Consolidated Press. He got lucky, and nothing works in life without luck. It's the ultimate thing and the greatest man in the world gets nowhere without it.
So, what was my father? What were my feelings towards him? I was a bit scared of him. He was a strong man. He was a just man. I remember in my early life (he was a great believer in corporal punishment, as I am) he took me aside and said: "Sometimes I have a bad day at the office and I'm angry. I'm going to come home, and if you believe that what you've done isn't worthy of the punishment that I decide you should have, you can have a stay of execution. All you've ever got to say is, 'Look, I think you're in a bad mood and I'd like to discuss it with you tomorrow', and that'll stop it."
He said that it may not alter the punishment ”” that he may decide on the next day that I was wrong and he was right ”” but I had that option. And for a man who was supposed to be tough I don't ever remember one occasion on which I used the stay of execution. I got a lot of hidings, because that's the sort of person I was and the sort he was. I don't ever remember getting one I didn't deserve and there's a stack I didn't get that I should have got.
He wasn't a family man ”” he was a creator and he paid the penalty of all those who create. He devoted up to 20 hours a day to his business until he had built it. There are a lot of stories about him being a tough, hard man who wandered around the building turning lights off. And I'm sure you've heard the stories about how he used to personally sign the petty cash dockets. He did all those things for the reason that he never knew if he was going to have enough money at the end of the week to pay everyone.
I don't want you to think of him as a mean man; he wasn't. He was probably the most generous man that I've ever met, but he believed that you run a business as a business and you run it efficiently, and you run it tight and you run it hard. But in personal life, he was the most generous man.
If any of his friends had a problem or needed help he was always the first man there. Very quietly. I think he believed and I believe (I'm sure I got it from him) that if you were lucky enough to have a few bob then you should be as hard as is right within the organisation, but if you're mean with it in your personal life then you're the lowest form of animal life.
My father had a lot of influence on me in my early life. It would be pretty presumptuous to claim that I inherited any of his characteristics. I'm a great believer in the effects of environment. I was lucky enough to see my father running the business. I saw his decision-making processes. When I came to work at 18 I had already been exposed to the business for 12 years. That was what the house revolved around. Whatever concessions had to be made to be efficient within that business area, I'd seen him make them. His attitude was that the job comes first and you've just got to get it done and it doesn't matter if it's three o'clock in the morning.
I think it's a tremendous edge for anybody who starts off in life to see that sort of thing because it allows them to understand that you don't get there just by luck. You get there by being lucky but then accepting your luck and trying to make it work.
I went to boarding school in Sydney when I was about five for a short time and then, when people thought the Japanese invasion was imminent, I was sent to live with my mother's sister and two kids in Bowral and I went to school there. It was wartime, of course, and hard to get into a school, so I went to a girls' school with my aunty's daughters. I lived there for two years, until one morning I got out of bed and just fell flat on my face. I had polio and rheumatic fever and I was sent straight down to Sydney.
They put me in hospital there for about nine months, in an iron lung. When I got over that and made a good recovery, I was sent to Canberra, where the company had a place. The altitude was supposed to be the right thing for what I'd been through, so I was sent there with a nursing sister. I was lucky that my problem was diagnosed quickly and that I didn't try to strain myself, because I understand that's where the damage is done. But I couldn't walk and they thought I was trying to get out of school, because I loathed school.
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