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Sept. 23, 2019 - Freedomain Radio - Stefan Molyneux
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The Sad Crazy Story of Justin Trudeau's Blackface
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Blame it all on my roots.
I showed up in boots and ruined your black tie affair.
It's really, really getting strange out here in Canada-land.
So the number one worldwide trending story...
It's Justin Trudeau and his blackface.
Now, his original story, you see, was that, well, hey man, it was a dress-up ball and, you know, I chose to dress up in something that was kind of insensitive, but, you know, we all make decisions when we're almost 30 and a teacher and so on, right?
So, this is what has been, has just come out from the Sunday Telegraph.
On the evening...
Of February 24th, 2001, Justin Trudeau breezed into the palatial Fairmont Hotel overlooking Vancouver Harbor for a charity gala.
The invitations had said it was black tie with an Arabian Nights theme in the form of belly dances and Middle Eastern music.
So just pause on this a moment, my friends.
Because his was like, hey man, it was kind of like Halloween.
It's like, no, it wasn't.
It was a black tie event, which is the top tier of dress-up, like the women in formal elegant evening gowns, the men in tuxedos and so on.
And so it was not, not, specifically not a dress-up event.
And that is very, very important because it's just one more lie about the whole thing.
So, yeah, it was an Arabian Nights theme, which means there are belly dances, Middle Eastern music, I assume Middle Eastern food, but not dress up as Jeannie Sambo.
Like, that's just, that's not the thing.
Now, can you imagine?
I mean, I'm British, so, you know, social embarrassment is a challenge for me, but can you imagine showing up in this absolutely...
Wrong, horrible, racist, nasty, ridiculous getup.
And just breezing in and wandering around.
Wouldn't you notice that other people weren't in?
Costumes? Wouldn't you pick up this a little bit?
I mean, I don't know. Was he high?
Was he stoned? I mean, how on earth does this happen?
So, to go on with the article, I'll put the link below.
More than 500 guests showed up.
All the men wore tuxedos except Mr.
Trudeau. He had painted his face, hands, and feet black, donning billowing robes, and placed a turban on his head.
Not one other person was in blackface.
If the future Canadian Prime Minister felt any embarrassment at his jaw-dropping faux pas, he didn't show it.
Quote, we were taken aback when he walked in, but it just didn't seem to register with Justin, one guest told the Sunday Telegraph.
It was like the black and white minstrel show, and you know, gollywogs, it was not okay.
The gala was held to raise money for the private West Point Grey Academy, where the 29-year-old Trudeau was teaching maths, humanities, social studies, French, and drama.
No one appears to have said anything to him about his attire.
Those presidents said they put it down to him being, quote, larger than life and a known, quote, character.
But for some, it was the elephant in the room all evening.
One guest said people didn't say anything to his face because of who he was.
We didn't know then he'd go into politics or anything, but he was still Justin Trudeau.
We just... The Sunday Telegraph can disclose that the woman photographed in the arms of Mr.
Trudeau was Miriam Matosian, a fellow teacher.
Ms. Matosian, who is of Armenian descent, later embarked on a career as a writer and performer of Armenian folk songs.
The Sunday Telegraph was unable to reach her for comment.
The other three women in the photograph were also understood to be teachers.
Excellent. I really like seeing that level of moral courage in teachers, don't you think?
Roger Husband, who made a promotional video shown at the event, said that Mr.
Trudeau's appearance, quote, stood out.
He added, it was staggering, it was almost overpowering.
So, anyway, the evening raised a bunch of money.
Photographs went up on the school wall for children to see.
The school was established in 1996 in an area that had no co-educational schools and was founded as a progressive institution on a spot overlooking English Bay.
Mr. Trudeau left the school a few months after the incident, moving to the nearby Sir Winston Churchill Secondary School.
No one had suggested it was the reason for him leaving.
Honey Madam, Madam, sorry, whose Sikh husband and brother posed with the black-faced Mr.
Trudeau in another photograph that emerged this week said, it wasn't racist, you go to Halloween parties and you dress up.
So... But it wasn't a dress-up party, right?
Canada's Global News obtained a separate video of Trudeau in blackface in the early 90s and said it came from a source within the Conservative Party.
That's the one where he's, you know, stuffed a gherkin down his pants to imitate the giant black penis, but don't worry, it's not at all racist.
Mr. Trudeau apologized twice this week, saying he did not realize it was racist at the time, but now does.
It's just not true. It's just not true again.
As I said before, students were being kicked out of school for having done blackface in high school, the idea that he didn't know this.
And of course, it's a progressive school.
If a progressive school doesn't know something that's racist, which everyone else knows about, well, then they're not very progressive.
On Friday, Mr.
Trudeau hit the campaign trail in Toronto.
The Liberals need to hang on to Canada's largest city to have any chance of retaining power.
On the street, a woman yelled, where's your blackface?
He replied, good morning.
So, I mean, this is real power, right?
Again, this is the kind of power that you and I will never experience, never be able to understand.
Which is, you're so wealthy, you're so powerful, you're so, I guess, good-looking, but in this case it was hard to tell, that you can walk into a party dressed in an outlandishly racist costume.
There's 500 people there.
Well, first of all, you get let into.
I mean, if this was my party, if I was running this party and it was a black tie event and some freak showed up in a Sambo costume...
I'd be like, what are you doing?
No, you can't come in.
It's offensive, but it's not even part of the evening.
You're supposed to be in a tux, you freak!
But he gets let in, and he wanders around, and everybody has those weird Stepford Wives Joker smiles when he's grappling at their breasts, or near their breasts.
And that's power, man.
You can walk in, you can be the only guy dressed in a racist gollywog outfit, And you can just go through.
Everyone smiles and takes photographs with you.
No one says anything. And in the close to 20 years since, no one has said anything.
So people say, well, we didn't know he was going to run for office.
Well, how about when he did run for office?
Do you want to bring that?
It's like the photograph that the guy...
He was a photographer, of course, in the media.
He held onto a photograph of...
Louis Farrakhan, or Louis Farrakhan, sitting there grinning away with Barack Obama.
Louis Farrakhan is a black nationalist and a racist, is referred to Jews as termites and so on, and he's just sitting there grinning away with Barack Obama, which is why people said Barack Obama is far too radical and far too lefty to be elected.
But he hung on to this because he didn't want to rock the boat or he wanted Barack Obama to get in or whatever it is, right?
So, 500 people knew this, at least 500 people, again, the people who saw the photos of the school, right?
500, 1,000, 1,500 people, we don't know.
But a very large number of people knew about this in the run-up to Justin Trudeau's election, when he was first going to be an MP, then when he went for prime minister.
Everybody knew about this. No one said a thing.
No one said a thing.
So you can just wander in dressed in this offensive costume.
Nobody else is in costume. You can wander around.
People giggle and titter and are happy to have photographs taken with you.
Nobody says anything about it.
Nobody brings it up. That's power, man.
That is power. That is real, honest-to-God power.
And this is why, I mean, he can't run a country because he's lived his life consequence-free.
He's lived his life consequence-free.
The media has covered up for him.
The women who swoon over him adore him no matter what in some weird Fifty Shades of Grey immigration nightmare.
And so he's a consequence-free guy and living consequence-free Makes you silly.
Makes you shallow. Makes you foppish, I guess.
This is why he's got these goofy socks.
And he shows up in costume everywhere.
And, you know, nobody takes him seriously.
And he's laughed at by the Chinese.
And Trump ignores him at summits and so on.
Because, I mean, he's just feckless.
He's like... He's a trust fund kid.
He's a rich kid. And what has he done to earn what he's got?
Did he earn his good looks?
No. Did he earn his hair?
Did he earn his family name?
Did he earn his fortune? No.
It's just the way he is, right?
I mean, so when you haven't earned the benefits in your life, you kind of take them for granted, right?
And the other thing, too, man, like, I mean, the Trudeau family life was a complete nightmare.
I mean, not only did his father begin the process of Transforming Canada into the multicultural, imminent hellhole that it's become now, where Toronto, which was incredibly safe when I was growing up, so safe it was called Toronto the Good, now has a higher murder rate than New York City.
It is absolutely appalling.
He also, you know, worked on making sure that Canadians were indebted to a central bank.
He praised Fidel Castro.
He praised communism. This is Justin Trudeau's father.
I mean, it was just an appalling situation.
So let's learn a little bit about Justin Trudeau's family life when he was growing up.
This is not necessarily to put him in a context of sympathy, but just so you understand, you know, how this formless man was formed, right?
So I'll put the sources to this below.
His mother, Margaret Trudeau, was a bipolar, institutionalized, I would say, drug addict or certainly somebody who has had repetitive use of marijuana to the point where she herself confessed that her marijuana use had her become institutionalized, so a very, very bad situation.
So here's a quote.
And who was Maggie Trudeau, Margaret Trudeau?
An adventurous young woman who, at the age of 22, married a politician of 51, that's Pierre Trudeau, Justin Trudeau's father, and found herself wildly unprepared for the fishbowl that came with being the wife of a national leader, a wild child who traded that restrictive existence for a glittering jet-set life that almost killed her, and for affairs with some of the most powerful and notorious playboys of the 1970s.
O'Neill, that's Ryan O'Neill, who was in that really saccharine drama love story.
Jack Nicholson, Ron Wood, guitarist for the Rolling Stones.
Ted Kennedy, Perrier, Water Air, Bruce Nevins, and countless others, including a notorious cocaine dealer, right?
So this is Justin Trudeau's mother, wild set of affairs, and had an affair with a notorious cocaine dealer.
And yet she never completely lost her wide-eyed wonder.
It's an act. Diane von Furstenberg, who socialized with Margaret in those heady days, recalls her as, quote, beautiful, fun, vulnerable.
Indeed, von Furstenberg says that when she first met Margaret's son, Canada's new prime minister, quote, I had to hug him, this compassionate, powerful head of state, because he reminded me so much of his mother.
And this is, I guess she's in her 60s now, 70s.
Margaret Trudeau recently said, I have been confined in a psychiatric institution, my bank account and life in shambles.
Now, Teddy Kennedy, of course, I've done a show on this, was the guy who...
Was driving the car that drowned Mary Jo Kopechny, you've seen the movie perhaps, and was instrumental in also shifting America to third world immigration with the Hart-Seller Act in 1965.
And Margaret Trudeau said, quote, sex is a basic instinct and sexual attraction can be incredibly powerful.
I remember the first time I met Teddy Kennedy.
We were at a state dinner in New York.
I would later come to know him as a very kind, thoughtful person, but that evening I felt such a pull toward him that we couldn't even stand within a couple of meters of one another.
Pierre, her husband, was not amused.
That's her judgment, right? Margaret Trudeau says, I still enjoy the occasional joint.
Pot is to me, as the occasional glass of wine is to many others.
I like the way I suddenly notice the colors of my flowers, the way I see the moon with fresh eyes.
My imagination becomes more vivid and active, and I feel happy.
Margaret Trudeau said, Marijuana can trigger psychosis.
Every time I was hospitalized, it was preceded by heavy use of marijuana.
Now, if you've ever had an ex-girlfriend like this, I haven't, but I've heard the stories.
Here's a description of Margaret Trudeau when she was in her dating heyday.
And this is regarding O'Neill, the movie actor.
As most of O'Neill's conquests did, Margaret enjoyed frisky fun with him, tumbling for his mix of boy-next-door charm and a touch of menace.
Until the day she taped an episode of The Mike Douglas Show and then went to his house to see him, this is the actor, only to be told he couldn't let her in because his son was at home.
Peaked and undaunted, she hiked up her tight leather skirt and scaled the high wall surrounding O'Neill's mansion, teetering on black suede pumps as her driver looked on, suitably agog.
O'Neill had been appalled, amused, and impressed, but not enough to hang around for more.
Things quickly flamed out.
So Margaret Trudeau did the only thing she could think of, which was to stop for Japanese takeout, then have the driver pull over on Sunset Boulevard so she could toss the entire meal at a billboard for the main event, O'Neill's next new movie.
And this is his mother. I mean, this is tragic.
It's really, I mean, it's very tragic.
Here's another quote. No one knew just how vulnerable Margaret had been because for much of her life she'd hidden a terrible secret, even from herself, that she was suffering from bipolar disorder, undiagnosed, This is Michael Trudeau saying,
When I was living it up, no one could have told me I was as mad as a hatter.
Clearly, I was beyond reason.
I wasn't thinking with a rational mind that is the essence of mental illness, not being able to access the reasoned judgment part of your brain.
In March 1977, she decided on a trial separation.
This is from Pierre Trudeau, her husband.
They later divorced. A period she would later call two years of mayhem, which started when Margaret Trudeau met the Rolling Stones.
The night of her sixth wedding anniversary, Margaret went to Toronto to see the Stones at a rare club date at the Elma Combo.
Dressed in a jumpsuit and a Pierre Cardin scarf, she left her table to sit at Mick Jagger's feet as he sang and strutted.
She stared at him worshipfully throughout the performance.
The Daily Mirror would blare, Premiere's wife in Stones Scandal.
Being Margaret, she returned for the Stones concert the following night and reports surfaced that she'd hosted a party for the band in her hotel suite.
A few months later, Mick Jagger told the Evening Standard, quote, She is a very sick girl in search of something.
She found it, but not with me.
I wouldn't go near her with a barge pole.
Now, wasn't it Mick Jagger's girlfriend later committed suicide, or more recently committed suicide?
So, Mick Jagger, whose girlfriend committed suicide, well, Margaret Trudeau was just way too crazy for him.
Then Margaret Trudeau went on a two-year lost weekend, stopping only to see her sons, then turning around to run back to the dance floor at 54, that's Studio 54, where Steve Rubell made sure she always breezed in.
In the summer of 1979, she would make one of the biggest mistakes of her life.
life, she granted an interview to Playgirl magazine.
The result, a largely incoherent Margaret recounted that she'd had an abortion at 17, that she'd once spent eight hours sitting in a tree high in mescaline, and that she was now in love with singer Lou Rawls, whom she'd just met on The Mike Douglas Show.
These are other reports.
Again, I will put... The link's below.
So she hated to the point where she tore apart a quilt because it said reason over passion.
The reason over passion. Ezra Levant tweeted, and I'll put the link to this below, In the 1970s, Pierre Trudeau beat up Margaret, his wife, so badly she got a black eye.
She said it was proof that Trudeau still loved her.
So this is poor little Justin.
I mean, seriously. I mean, whatever he's become as an adult, I mean, his support for, Justin Trudeau's support for abortion is so fanatical that he's dropped $650 million of taxpayers' money to promote and support and pay for abortion in the third world.
Black and brown babies are going down under Justin Trudeau's money like wheat under a combine harvester.
It's appalling. I get called the racist.
I mean, it's astounding stuff. But this is the life of these kinds of people.
It is monstrous. This is Pierre Trudeau, whose judgment fundamentally reshaped Canada and put it heavily in debt and changed its demographics, perhaps beyond the point of return, probably beyond the point of return.
And this is his judgment.
This is Pierre Trudeau's judgment that he marries a woman like this, highly promiscuous, according to reports as a teenager.
She says she had an abortion at the age of 17.
Heavily dependent on drugs to self-medicate for this bipolar.
And whether, you know, whether bipolar is biochemical or whether it's the result of Untreated child abuse and trauma.
I tend towards the latter, but I know that the jury is still out on that.
But this is the judgment of this man's father, and this is the heartbreak of Justin Trudeau's mother.
It's appalling trying to keep the attention of your mother when she's high, when she's having all of these affairs, when she's running around the world for at least two years and not really spending much time with her children.
That is a real mess.
And then, of course, to live a life of such privilege.
Privilege plus trauma is a deadly combination, right?
There is an old saying from Nietzsche which says something like, it is almost impossible for the rich and the powerful and the beautiful to hear the truth because the incentive is for everyone to bend the truth around them in order to gain access to their wealth or their power or their beauty.
This is a man who, I believe, had a terrible childhood, terrible parents, and has lived consequence-free.
And that's a really, really terrible combination for people, not just for an individual, for a country as a whole.
So the fact that he wanders into a black tie event And doesn't even notice that really nobody else is dressed up.
Nobody else is dressed up. And smiles and grins and takes pictures with all of the awkward people who are smiling and grinning because of his power and his prestige and his pedigree.
That is somebody, of course, who has no capacity to process what life is like for ordinary Canadians, which is why he refuses to deal with the concerns of ordinary Canadians, which is basically immigration, mass immigration to Canada, which is going to push whites into a minority position within a half a century or so.
About 20% of the population is going to be white.
And That's a big problem.
We see it in Zimbabwe. It's a big problem.
We've seen it in South Africa. It's a huge problem and a dangerous problem.
And of course, Canadians want to have a conversation about this, which he refuses to allow, as does, of course, the mainstream media broadcasters that Justin Trudeau has showered his $600 million on to buy their allegiance.
And the other is the vast majority of Canadians, well over 70%, believe that political correctness has gone way too far.
And having walled off, sealed off areas where discussion is impossible because of verbal abuse and character assassination and slander and libel is antithetical to the nature of a free society.
Because people call it like cancel culture.
It's not cancel culture, like where you try and get people deplatformed and thrown off payment processes and you get their advertisers to stop and you shut down their events and their speeches, which of course has happened to me in a variety of places.
It's not cancel culture.
Because culture, you see, culture is the sparks that are thrown off by strong disagreements in the public square.
That's what culture is. Culture is when the sword of tradition meets the whetstone of reason.
Sparks Get thrown up and creativity flourishes in that kind of environment.
That's culture.
Cancel culture is the opposite.
It creates a void of conformity and trudging, sloping shoulder, nose to the ground, MPC boredom, where you know everything that everyone's going to say because free speech exists only on paper, not in the life, mind and conversations of the community.
We need to have essential conversations in the world, Privileged, traumatized fools who are in the way of us having these essential conversations about the nature of society, not just in Canada, but in the West.
Well, you know, it's like trying to have a reasonable conversation with a car alarm going off right next to you.
You can't talk because of all the noise.
So let's quiet things down.
Let's get the adults back in power.
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