Sans halo, he how walks the ground like every other politician, as pedestrian as the rest of them
April 5, 2019
Excerpt from article:
“The morning after the purge, the god-chefs of irony were in the kitchen cooking up a storm. The morning after the eviction of the two most high-profile women from the Liberal caucus — one an Indigenous leader who had ascended higher than any other in the Canadian political firmament — I repeat, the morning after, the Daughters of the Vote took over the House of Commons.
The Daughters of the Vote were called into existence to promote, highlight, enhance and celebrate the presence of women in Canadian politics. (By the way, where is a Sons of the Vote? Don’t young men need encouragement, too? I’ll save that for another day.)
A year ago, before SNC and its train of woe, before the banishment of Philpott and JWR, this would have been a high Holy Day in the male-feminist calendar, a kind of Easter for the most progressive prime minister Canadians have ever had. This year however, it was more like the prior 39 days of Lent collapsed into one, with no Easter in sight.
Twelve hours after firing the two women that — I think it’s fair to say — the majority of the Daughters of the Vote most wanted to meet, or looked up to, Mr. Trudeau mumbled-stumbled through the most awkward six minutes of his none too distinguished oratorical life. At one point he appeared not to remember Jane Philpott’s name. Perhaps a kinder explanation is that he was too embarrassed to say it. He did show up — he must be given credit for that.
But what could he say to the gathering of young feminists, as it were, the morning after? He wandered, as is his wont, through a forest of non-sequiturs, referenced a fantasy feud between Jody Wilson-Raybould and Chrystia Freeland (“I know nobody in here wants to have to pick who to believe between Jody Wilson-Raybould and Chrystia Freeland”), tried his best to ignore that he was speaking to the backs of about 50 or so of his audience, muttered the obligatory reference to diversity, something about trust and teams, and things went more or less downhill from there.
How different from earlier days, swimming in the raptures of a We Day event, or lauded by the global icons of feminism. What a falling off from a Catalyst Awards dinner at the Waldorf Astoria in New York, where he was cheered for this show-stopper of a line: “Can we make significant and appreciative improvements to an institution that quite frankly was designed for old white guys?” * I expect Philpott and Wilson-Raybould might have an answer for that.