In this week's Dearest Justin my open letter gets a little personal. PMJT recently made a funding announcement for a safe restart to schools, an issue that is near and dear to his heart "as a dad and as a teacher." Yet the opposition, now with Erin Go Blah at the helm, is still intent upon smearing him with tired attacks that should have faded over the summer vacation. Here, I draw a connection between what Trudeau's foes are trying to do to him and what "dad's kid" — my father, his father, and that side of the family's well-connected network of blarney bullshit — did to my poor mum, a teacher herself.
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Dear Prime Minister Trudeau:
It's me again, the American fan and supporter who's written to you a number of times when you and your government were facing tough challenges. As I wrote you in a previous letter at the peak of the "Charity-gate" smear campaign in which the opposition and media had stooped so low as to shamefully target your mother, I have a personal story about a similar situation that I hope to share with you.
It is my understanding that the Liberal government has just announced an additional "top-up" of funding for a safe restart of school openings to help families amidst this pandemic. This is a wonderful arrangement that should be celebrated regardless of partisan stripes, but of course, the opposition and media always have to find something to gripe about. What I found most endearing was that you mentioned in your speech that it was of personal concern to you as both a father of school-aged children yourself, and a former teacher. It infuriates me when the Conservatives sneer at you and claim that you never had a "real job" prior to entering politics, that you were a "trust fund kid" who coasted on his father's money and then used your office to pad that nest. It is the ugliest and cruelest of smears and unequivocally untrue, and in particular it reflects poorly upon them to suggest that being a teacher is not a "real job". My mother was a teacher, and she loved it; it was more than a job, but a calling, a passion, an identity. And it was all thanks to a horrible smear campaign against her by my father's side of the family why she was run out of that job she so adored, and became a battered housewife who never held a paying job again.
The new Conservative leader, Erin O'Toole, reminds me a lot of my father and his kin, and not in a good way. No disrespect to the Irish in general, but he as well as they epitomize the worst of the Irish stereotypes of arrogance, cliquish insularity, and even bigotry against anyone not considered "their own". I find it ironic that he mentioned his mother being a teacher herself in his victory speech after the shambolic leadership vote concluded, but has spent all the time since continuing the same ugly smear campaign against you. Ironic, but not surprising, as he is a Conservative after all. But besides the shared ethnic extraction and drive to humiliate someone he dislikes for no good reason, there are some other parallels between Mr. O'Toole and my father's side of the family that I would like to highlight. In two words, "dad's kid." Allow me to explain.
My father was the eldest of four children in what could be considered a stereotypically alcoholic and dysfunctional Irish-American household. The problematic parent in this case, however, was my grandmother, my grandfather being the "enabler" — plying his wife with booze while he maintained his carefully manicured status as a "pillar of the community." My father, his namesake, was never the brightest bulb, but something of a default winner of the popularity contest in the local school system because my grandfather all but ruled the roost there, as a senior educator and ultimately the principal, later district superintendent. As such, he became known as "dad's kid," or even just "dad". They ran the town, or thought they did. But that status in the community papered over something far more damaging and disturbing that they didn't want to get out.
My mother was the humble daughter of first-generation Americans who moved into this town while still in high school, and went on to become an elementary schoolteacher there after college. It was sometime early in the nineteen-eighties she went on to marry "dad's kid" — essentially, the boss' son. But it was when she came to realize how severe their problems with substance abuse were — the family matriarch being the worst and most unstable troublemaker — that she tried to get out, only to be pulled under by the powerful family she had married into, but had no idea just how destructive they could be if their "secrets" came to light. Things fell apart at the school where she taught, and my grandfather, with his connections, effectively "burned" her career. My parents never divorced, and my grandfather died about ten years into the marriage, but my mother was left trapped in an abusive relationship and a household that left me forever damaged by the scourge of mental illness and childhood trauma. All of this happened because "dad's kid" willingly played along in a coordinated smear campaign that ultimately ruined an innocent person's life. Once a well-liked schoolteacher, now a broken victim of abuse and a pariah in the place she once called home.
I bring up this tragic story because it's what I see "dad's kid" from Durham, Ontario and his associates attempting to do to you, even though part of the smear campaign is that you are too much of "dad's kid" yourself. Mr. O'Toole told an interviewer recently that he is less of an "elite" because he does not have a "famous last name." What populist bunk, as he himself is the son of a former politician in the same riding where he was elected. I see what they are trying to do, though, which is to frame you as being detached, arrogant and corrupt, self-dealing to your own powerful family and running roughshod over anyone who compromises that supposed goal, in the way that my father's family did. As someone who watched this happen firsthand and is of partial Irish extraction, I can assure you that I have a keen blarney detector and can smell the reeking stench of bullshit from kilometres away. (And I'm American, and don't really even know how far off that is because we still don't use the Metric System. But I digress.) Everything conservatives accuse their opponents of is projection for what they, themselves are guilty of. I have no idea what my paternal side's political leanings were or are, other than loyalty to themselves, but I can tell you in all honesty that everything they accused someone else of, like my poor mother, they were the ones doing first.
As a former teacher yourself, I'm sure you taught your students how to differentiate facts from fiction. That skill is sorely needed in today's political landscape where the one who lies loudest seems to be the one who carries the day. And it's discouraging, because just like my father and kin had their own "network" that came down hard on my mother for getting in their way, so too do Mr. O'Toole and the Conservatives have their cadre of enablers willing to push all sorts of lies uncritically in their breathless push to force you out. I know you have instructed your ministers to respect journalists. I'm sorry Mr. Trudeau but I don't consider hardly anyone in Canadian media to be a "journalist," rather a public relations stenographer for the opposition, acting on their corporate ownership's political bent and doing propaganda against you, your party and even your family. My grandparents had an agenda. The media has an agenda. Mr. O'Toole has an agenda, and the lying leprechaun hopes to get lucky in the next election. But he's got help at trying to make his own luck from a mass of people looking to rig the outcome in their favor: Heads they win, tails you lose.
In closing, I once again want to reiterate that I hope and pray their luck falls short. I should add that even though my mother has never been to Canada, my younger brother and I regard her fondly as the Canadian on the wrong side of the border, or at least what the (stereotypical?) Canadian should be: unfailingly polite, even to a self-sabotaging fault, and prone to apologizing for things which she isn't even guilty of, on behalf of other people who won't. That's kind of how I see you, Mr. Trudeau. Like her, you're just trying to be nice, but there are some not-nice people who see it as a vulnerability and seek to take advantage. I truly, truly hope that it will backfire on them and they will be sent packing to a lot more than just Saturday detention.
The opposition and media think you're a delinquent who deserves to flunk out. I don't. Like my mother, you've been to the school of hard knocks, but in my book, you both get an A-plus. "Dad's kid" is nothing but a dunce.
See you in September, Mr. Trudeau.
(P.S. I hope there's an early election and you get a grade-A majority.)