There was only one woman Mr. Trudeau failed to charm: Margaret Thatcher. She loathed him, especially when he launched his personal peace initiative under the influence of Ms. Kidder. By then, it was the early eighties and a vast number of Canadians, including me, had grown to loathe him, too.
But then one night he kissed me on the hand, and all was forgiven.
I knew Pierre Trudeau cavorted with dictators, dabbled in fascism, embraced communism, tanked Alberta. I did not know he abused women too. And for this, so many revere him? When those are your sins, I don’t forgive for a kiss on the hand, I’ll tell you that much. Say it ain’t so, Margaret Wente. Why can’t more women have the sense of Margaret Thatcher?