Justin Trudeau was born to win. At his 45 years, the son of the legendary Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau has made perfection a catapult. Beloved by the masses, owner of a privileged, energetic, cult and seductive mind, the head of the Canadian government radiates a visible light from anywhere on the planet. An aura that has made him the antithesis of Donald Trump.
If the President of the United States is excessive, uneducated and fiercely incorrect, Trudeau seems to float in a nirvana of transparency and civility. A cotton universe where the progressive perspective is fulfilled to letter. Defends homosexual marriage, is genuinely feminist, loves linguistic diversity, supports the legalization of marijuana, accepts thousands to Syrian refugees …
Its perfection is sometimes tiring and possibly hides bankruptcy points. But if they do exist, no one has given them. After two years of government, Trudeau is still the mirror of a clean way of doing politics. A respected man, who has had an intense life that he has told the world in a book that is now published in Spain under the title of Everything that unites us (editorial Deusto). There are 266 pages — written before his 2015 victory — in which he brings us closer to both his mother’s bipolar disorder and the divorce of his parents, his work as a nightclub porter and even the vibrant crush and wedding with television presenter Sophie Grégoire. Fundamental moments of their existence. Detonations which still reverberate in him and which he describes with the Llaneza own of someone accustomed to accountability.
Born in 1971, when his father was prime minister for the Liberal party, Justin grew up on the 24th Sussex Drive in Ottawa. In the official residence, a mansion of Grey stone, saw to parade over 13 years almost uninterrupted to the large ones of the planet. Ronald Reagan declamándole A cowboy poem, Lady Di scampering through the back door. Margaret Thatcher, Helmut Schmidt, Olof Palme … From the dawn, power and its characters were part of their educational bones, but none as much as their father, the figure that everything ties him. “The anchor of my childhood,” says the author.
French-speaking, Catholic and Liberal, Pierre Trudeau gave his three children a privileged education. They were his passion. To serve them, he held ministerial luncheons at home. On Sundays he took them to the mountain to revere the vastness of Canada. I wanted them to be the best. “It was expected of us to know history, Catholic theology and the basis of philosophy as well as we knew how to make a parallel turn over the skis.”
Father’s demands had a counterweight to the mother. Margaret Joan Sinclair, 30 years younger than her husband, lived in another world. Uninhibited, ahead of his time and much more liberal than the father, for her the official residence was not an area of refinement, but “the jewel of the crown of the Canadian penitentiary system.” The crash soon arrived.
“I remember the bad times as a succession of painful snapshots;
I entered the library and found my mother crying; Hearing her talk about leaving while my father stood in front of her, stiff and pale. I discovered that my mother no longer referred to the 24 Sussex as her home. I read newspaper headlines about my parents ‘ separation.
The rupture in 1977 meant a national and domestic outbreak. The father became more circumspect; He got custody, focused on his three children. The mother began a forward flight that threw her into the magazines of the Heart, the arms of big stars and the bacchic parties of Studio 54. It all happened in his childhood, but no reproach comes out of Trudeau’s mouth. Not even when they did mobbing in school with photographs of his mother published in an adult magazine.
It’s a constant. In the description of his life there is no grudge against anyone. At most, distance. He laughs at himself, the teenager with severe, hunched and unsafe acne. Or his youth work as a porter for the Rogue Wolf nightclub. “Of all the guys who worked at the door of the Rogue Wolf, I was the smallest (…), but used to be the first to be called to solve the Browns.” They did it because I used to get good results. I discovered that secrecy is being diplomatic, not being intimidated. “My sanity was my greatest asset.”
The anecdotes Perlan the autobiography. And Trudeau, a graduate in English literature and pedagogy, constantly seeks to elevate them. It can be a initiation trip to Africa or a crossroads with an old man in Daca (Bangladesh). For the prime Minister every action has a meaning. It’s a political lesson. Be a failure or a victory.