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- David Hume



Sunday, September 22, 2019

Trudeau’s blackface: further thoughts

Methinks some Canadian media critics protest too much at Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s three occasions when he wore blackface or brownface, the latter (and most recent) being in 2001, 18 years ago, while attending a party held at the elite private school, West Pont Grey Academy, in Vancouver, where he taught.  High School drama teachers enjoy centre stage (his costume considered ‘outstanding’ at the time), though I doubt Mr. Trudeau would ever have anticipated receiving such world-wide attention for this particular episode.

Claims that he lacks ethics, or is a racist or a fraud and should resign, or that we don’t know the ‘real Trudeau’ are exaggerated.  Missed is the point that possibly, before he entered politics, he lacked some insight into what being non-white was like, either in Canada, or in the even world in general. When travelling the globe with his father, former Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, he likely only met the prestigious few, not the ones who have to scramble daily to make a living, so, yes, indeed he benefited from a privileged background; but he appears to have, like many of us, developed over time, and he now demonstrates considerable empathy towards marginalized people: the Indigenous, LGBTQ, Syrian refugees, and of course women.   I doubt that his core values were ever racist, unlike his father who dabbled in an admiration of Fascism at the hands of his early Jesuit teachers.  And let us not forget former Prime Minister William Lyon Mackenzie King’s recognition of a fellow mystic in Hitler before WWII.

When is an apology not enough? I note with dismay, that when federal Green Party Leader Elizabeth May was recently asked who her hero was, she replied in an immediate and unfiltered voice: “Jesus Christ” – and then apologized for her remark.  If Elizabeth May has to say she’s sorry for being Christian, what does Justin Trudeau have to say to redeem himself from his blackface lapses?  Is Canadian society so secular – or cynical - that apologies are no longer acceptable?  We have all made mistakes, or done things we regret, myself included; and in Trudeau’s case I do not see his antics as intentionally disrespectful towards people of colour.  (Disclosure: I spent a year teaching History in Jamaica at the University of the West Indies in the early 1990’s where the minimum wage for the average citizen was a paltry US $8.00 daily).

People grow up, they change over time (as do our social norms), and yet Trudeau was able to prolong his adolescence – like many in education - precisely because he taught high school. Trudeau’s maturity probably came with marriage in 2005, and then with parental responsibilities.  The outpouring of condemnation for Trudeau’s errors in dress (imagine if he had been pictured in drag three times – what would we be thinking now?) are perhaps part and parcel of the current admixture known as Canadian multi-ethnic democracy, another one of our post-colonial moments, an irony since it was  Pierre  Trudeau who introduced multiculturalism to the land.

But do we need to seek resolution for Justin Trudeau’s every apparent contradiction?  If we cannot accept that consistency and neat coherences in life are unrealistic, an unachievable goal, given “the crooked timber of humanity”, then maybe we should consider emulating instead the Chinese system, where the average person does not have to think about politics and lives instead in ready admiration of the leader.  As I indicated in my previous blog on the same subject, man is fallible.  Some outraged Canadian critics seem to think that their political leaders should be infallible – for life.  And to make a not too fine point about it, liberalism is a political philosophy that tends toward contradiction, as it avoids extremes of Left and Right, which is why the Liberal government can appear a conundrum, declaring a climate emergency one day and endorsing pipeline politics the next, but that is perhaps a topic for another blog.

I am more concerned when a politician does not apologize.  Look to Donald Trump: he is in his third year of office, plans to run for reelection, and has yet to apologize for any of his countless misogynistic, racist and other vile remarks and actions. Trump has violated every known norm, and continues to do so.  If we can’t tolerate Trudeau’s relatively small errors in the past, beware that we replace him with someone else who is worse for the present. Look to Premier Jason Kenney, now leader of the United Conservative Party of Alberta (after being in the federal Cabinet for 10 years), who will not apologize for his actions as a student in San Francisco (at about 20 or 21 years of age) when he prevented people dying of AIDS from seeing their partners in their final hours, either in the hospital, or sometimes even at funerals.
  
Look also to British Columbia’s former Liberal Premier Gordon Campbell arrested on drunk driving charges in 2003 while in office but on vacation in Hawaii. Campbell subsequently asked for forgiveness for his high state of inebriation, succeeded in various reelections, and now is charged with sexual assault during his role as Canada’s High Commissioner in London.  Look to the esteemed Doug Ford, Progressive Conservative Premier of Ontario (and likely aspirant for Andrew Sheer’s job as Leader of the Opposition in Ottawa) who, according to The Globe and Mail, peddled hashish in the 1980’s.  This is someone who contributed to the regular impairment of peoples’ minds, and he is now leader of Canada’s most populated province.  Maybe it is no accident that Doug Ford was chosen leader of his party and assumed office in the same year the Trudeau government legalized pot: the electorate has apparently forgiven him, even if he has not publicly come to terms with it.

Much ink has been spilled over Trudeau’s blackface. At worst, the prime minister could be considered a boy king, a tumble-down Trudeau, dwelling at times too much in the life of a thespian, unlike his father who would eventually become Canada’s pre-eminent philosopher king.  But he is no racist.  Born the eldest son, on Christmas Day, named Justin by a father who spoke of a “Just Society”, our current prime minister has had a lot to live up to, and there lies the catch: ideals inspire, but no person is a  ‘blank slate’ upon which one can work freely and easily. John Stuart Mill learned that at the hands of his father, much to his detriment. In Canada there will probably always be “the persistence of the old regime”, of the era before the Charter of Rights and Freedoms which was introduced in 1982.  Prejudices will persist, but it is incumbent upon Trudeau to rid himself of the appearance of prejudice.

Trudeau’s blackface reminds people of Canada’s continued systemic injustices, but we may have bigger problems at hand. Donald Trump recently floated the idea of buying Greenland but was rebuffed by the Danish prime minister.  Was he serious?  Does Trump now have continental ambitions?  Has American “manifest destiny” even abated since Trump’s America First movement?  Goldwin Smith, Canada’s first public intellectual, warned pessimistically well over a century ago that Canada is an absurd entity bordering on the behemoth we know as the United States.  And I agree with the historian Margaret MacMillan who has suggested some while ago in The Globe and Mail that as the climate crisis worsens, more of our natural resources will considered be up for grabs, making Canadians and our way of life more vulnerable to global geo-politics, in particular subject to American ambitions.
 
Trudeau’s periodic episodes with blackface have likely offended numbers of Canadians, but the advent of the cellphone brings on a confusion of “then” and “now”, as this all-pervasive form of modern technology contributes to the elimination of our sense of time.  With the cellphone anyone can be reached at almost any moment, anywhere, helping to erase, as well, our sense of the past.  We gaze at a picture in our hands of a turbaned Trudeau dressed as Alladin, forgetting even that it was taken before 9/11, truly a different era. Meanwhile we continue to scan our cellphones for the next world outrage, as our minds become ever-more mired by constant media and the oppressiveness of the human condition. At least we were distracted by Trudeau.

Friday, September 20, 2019

Fallible Man: Descartes’ Perspective on Trudeau and blackface


… when I presently turn back to myself, I find by experience that I am, on the contrary, subject to innumerable errors.[1]

René Descartes, Meditations on First Philosophy (1641)




[1] René Descartes, Meditations on First Philosophy, tr. Michael Moriarty (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2008), p. 39. The quotation can be found near the start of the fourth Meditation. See also Paul Ricoeur, Fallible Man, tr. Charles Kelbley (New York: Fordham University Press, 2002), p. 1, where Descartes is translated as: “I find myself subject to an infinity of imperfections, so that I should not be surprised if I err.”

Sunday, September 1, 2019

The Ghost Garden: A Book Review


Schizophrenics are the least represented people on the planet, with the possible exception of lepers.  Susan Doherty’s path-breaking book The Ghost Garden: Inside the Lives of Schizophrenia’s Feared and Forgotten (2019) is an excellent and compelling non-fictional narrative of the life of Caroline Evans (a pseudonym) as she battled chronic relapses of psychosis and delusional thinking throughout her adult years.  The story begins with a horrendous forensic episode, at the age of forty, when the system failed her, and how two of her sisters (of nine siblings) do the emotional heavy lifting essential to recovery, as Caroline eventually comes to terms with the debilitating disease and learns to love herself again.   Interspersed throughout the main narrative are vignettes of other individuals – each trying to cope with schizophrenia in their own way – whom Susan Doherty befriends while volunteering at the wards of Montreal’s Douglas Institute.

While most reviews of The Ghost Garden are glowing, Anne Thériault’s comments in Quill & Quire are unjustifiably dismissive “as passing along second- or third-hand information”.  Centred on herself, Thériault writes: “many people living with mental illness write clearly and compellingly about their experiences,” while ignoring the fact that schizophrenics tend not to publish.  Schizophrenics either lack the motivation or are incapable of expressing themselves clearly in written form, with some exceptions.  Even Caroline, now in her sixties, owing to cognitive impairment following repeat psychoses, is unable to read her gift copy of The Ghost Garden.  The reviewer for Quill & Quire underestimates the totalizing severity of the schizophrenic condition, which makes The Ghost Garden all the more valuable to the general public, as it opens up eyes and is full of empathy.

The Ghost Garden sustains itself throughout by means of personal stories and gritty detail, but the concluding chapter (“Sixty Thoughts”) comes across as anti-climactic, and perhaps is less informative for those already familiar with the problems associated with schizophrenia.  Still, there are gems, for example the line: “Suffering is universal, a natural and essential aspect of the human experience.  Without suffering there is no benchmark for joy.”[1]  Elsewhere Doherty writes: “I have not yet met a person with schizophrenia who has managed to quit smoking” (while this author knows those who are non-smokers), which goes to suggest the degree to which her friends are seriously and chronically ill.[2]  Doherty leaves the reader with three central thoughts: schizophrenics (as do we all) need purpose, communication, and love. She expresses the latter again admirably well: “To love and be loved is an irreducible need.  Without it we ache, we hurt others, we fall ill.  Loving another person means we belong.”[3] The Ghost Garden is a book to be treasured, and every stage in Caroline’s life – as well as in Doherty’s other friends – is something from which we can all learn.






[1] Susan Doherty, The Ghost Garden: Inside the Lives of Schizophrenia’s Feared and Forgotten (Toronto: Penguin Random House, 2019), p. 330.
[2] Ibid., p. 189.
[3] Ibid., p. 178.