If Justin Trudeau hadn’t been wrapped in the magic and mystery of Trudeau, would he have kept running for parliament—let alone prime minister—even after an account of him in Jodie Wilson-Raybould’s new book?
This is a reasonable question and has no quantitative answer. However, Canadians vote on 20 September, and whatever configuration of majority or minority government they choose, there will clearly be no ready way to verify the effect in Wilson-Raybould’s “‘Indian’ cabinet: from power.” tell the truth.”
But match the former Liberal attorney-general’s memory of fighting for his political career during the SNC-Lavalin scandal four years ago against the legacy of the #MeToo movement. It then becomes almost axiomatic that no one outside the Trudeau dynasty would have been politically alive for a few hours after the book’s publication this week or even hours after its excerpt in the September 11 Globe and Mail.
Put it another way. In 1990 biographers of Trudeau the Father coined the phrase “he still haunts us” to describe his political legacy. If Trudeau wins a majority in The Sun next week, will some clever wordsmith say “he still pretends?” Will be able to resist writing?
What Justin Trudeau has shown, at least as Wilson-Raybould depicts it in his case, is that male power over a female subordinate is entirely dependent on her good qualities to maintain a position and career for which she has earned a great deal. sacrificed and invested enormous hope. Fighting against that deep, dark male desire to be in control, to be silent, was the essence of #MeToo. From this came the insistence that “women should be believed.” He said / He said that it is closed forever.
So how ironic it is that the media reporting of his book has reduced the Wilson-Raybold revelations to the classic of what he/she said. She says Trudeau wanted her to lie and says that no pressure was put on her during the SNC-Lavalin debacle. He insists that he never asked her to undo it. His talk against him. what are you gonna do?
Yet almost everyone with experience leveraged power imbalances will find themselves nodding in recognition while reading his account. Some people may put their hands on their faces and grumble: “Oh my god, this is what happened to me.”
Wilson-Raybould’s allegation about being pressured to lie contradicts her story. But his slow getting there is the right payoff for the way he has revealed the character, instincts and impulses of our prime minister over the past six years through his eyes—and possibly another five.
Some might dismiss those revelations as mere Wilson-Raybould assumptions. But what happens when “women are to be believed?” And how we become famous as Wilson-Raybould’s advocate for carefully documenting circumstances. This is a feature she publicly demonstrated with notings and audio recordings she presented during Commons Committee hearings on SNC-Lavalin.
In case, she finds herself, out to dinner with her family, for a 7:30 p.m. meeting, in Trudeau’s Vancouver hotel room to discuss the SNC-Lavalin controversy. Before the meeting begins, he gives her a tour of the suite on the top floor, during which he mentions that the hotel belongs to a friend of his. Invisible Ink Read: “I’m a trust fund kid from Westmount with a historical surname. I run the country. You’re an indigenous girl from Cape Mudge. I allow you to work for me.”
During the tour there is a bizarre vignette where he attacks a “weird statue” made of rubber. Or maybe not so bizarre. Remember this is a prime minister who admitted to Rolling Stone magazine in 2017 that he and his Liberal Party sidekicks were trolled for a “good foil, and stumbled upon a fearsome tough guy senator from an indigenous community” one. To defeat in a charity boxing match.
The reference was, of course, to then-Senator Patrick Brazzau, whose whipping was plotted to vault Justin from underdog to acting teacher in theater to a position of power worthy of the Trudeau name. Imagine you are an indigenous woman, alone in a room He People. The man who keeps your entire political future in his hands.
Wilson-Raybold got the message. But she also had one to give: She was not holding back. She wanted it, there is no other idiom for it to come clean. This passage becomes a textbook illustration of the behavior of abuse of power.
“I could feel the conversation starting. It was going to be personal. He asked if I trusted him. … I could see the movement building. … His mood was changing. I remember seeing this. I remember feeling it,” she writes.
And then this: “I cut him off and countered: ‘Don’t blame me. It’s not my fault.’ I felt him turning on me even more—I could see it in his face, his eyes, and his mannerisms—because he wasn’t getting his way.”
Non-partisan thought experiment: Ask yourself if you can sleep soundly at night knowing that the man is asking you to let him run your country. Try again now that his name is Hossenfeffer, not Trudeau.
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