NOT SO LONG ago, I was in Vancouver at the same time as Jean Chretien. We decided to get together at a spot in Gastown.
It was sunny and a truly beautiful day. Looking outside, Chretien suggested we go for a walk. So we left to take a walk – me, the former prime minister and a single plainclothes RCMP officer.
Bruce Hartley, Chretien’s long-serving right-hand guy – and, frankly, the best executive assistant in the history of Canadian politics – wasn’t with us. He had business elsewhere. So Chretien, me and the cop strolled along Water Street, heading west.
People stopped and stared. Japanese tourists took pictures. Transit workers watched Chretien walk by, mouths agape. Every few feet, Chretien would be stopped and asked for an autograph or to pose for a selfie. It was a lot of fun.
At one point, in front of Waterfront Station, a homeless guy called out to Chretien. The guy was sitting on the sidewalk, bearded and a little bit grimy. He stood up and moved our way. “Hey, Chretien!” the homeless guy yelled. “Hey, Chretien!”
The homeless guy now had the RCMP officer’s full attention – and mine, too. I pondered whether I could take a bullet for the greatest-ever prime minister, and concluded that I could and would.
Joshua Boyle met with Justin Trudeau before Christmas. Now, with a photo making the rounds and Boyle facing charges, questions are being asked
But the homeless guy meant no harm. He extended a grubby hand. “Jean,” he said, giving a gap-toothed smile, “I just want to thank you for keeping us out of Bush’s illegal war in Iraq!”
Chretien burst out laughing and so did I. The Mountie relaxed. Chretien gave the homeless guy five bucks.
Apologies for the length of this anecdote but it’s become relevant in recent days. To wit: how does one get a meeting with a prime minister?
Quite a few folks are wondering about that, in the wake of the revelation that Justin Trudeau – a serving prime minister and not just a former one – met with the rather-controversial Boyle family. How did such a meeting happen?
The Boyles, of course, are the folks who were held hostage by terrorists and jihadists for half a decade in Afghanistan and Pakistan. Joshua Boyle, the father, is a Canadian. He was tortured and beaten. Caitlan Coleman, his American wife, was raped. Their three young children were born in captivity.
They returned to Canada in October and met with Trudeau in December. The Boyles requested the meeting, apparently, and Trudeau agreed. The prime minister received the Boyles in his Parliament Hill office, but precious few knew about it. After Christmas, however, the Boyles posted photos of the meeting on Twitter. Eyebrows were raised. Observers were puzzled.
When Boyle was last week charged with more than a dozen serious criminal offences – among them sexual assault, assault, administering a noxious substance, unlawful confinement and uttering threats – observers were more than puzzled. Many, mostly of the conservative variety, were apoplectic.
In the National Post, Christie Blatchford wrote: “As Joshua Boyle, thank God, must be presumed innocent, so may Justin Trudeau be presumed to be merely stupid.” Her colleague Chris Selley huffed that putting Trudeau together with Boyle was “a very strange decision,” a “bizarre misstep,” and a “backlash” is therefore coming that “could be legendary.”
“Legendary.” Could be. Or, it could be – as in most things in politics – the most blasé explanation for events is the likeliest one. This is Canadian politics, after all.
Sure, it seems likely that Boyle was under criminal investigation when he and his wife and kids met with Trudeau. It’s obvious, however, that Trudeau didn’t know that: there isn’t a political adviser alive – outside of Donald Trump’s circle, that is – who would knowingly put his or her boss in a meeting with a criminal or a soon-to-be-alleged one.
It was in Boyle’s interest to get those photos published, because they potentially put a Crown prosecutor in a bit of a bind. So we know Boyle didn’t tell Trudeau what was coming in just two week’s time.
But what of the RCMP? What of the Privy Council Office, Trudeau’s personal bureaucracy? Didn’t they know? Why not, if not? And if they did, why didn’t they warn Trudeau not to meet with Boyle?
If the Mounties knew Boyle was about to be charged and declined to tell Trudeau’s staff, it would be a massive scandal – but not the first time it has happened. During my tenure on the Hill, it was well known that the RCMP, CSIS and/or the uniformed guys and gals at the department of National Defence would sometimes place their political masters in potentially compromising situations, so as to (a) be rid of them, or (b) acquire leverage to be deployed at budget time or whatever.
Would the Privy Council Office have known? Perhaps but highly unlikely. That office mainly provides advice to the prime minister and his or her government. In my experience, the Privy Council Office is highly controversy-adverse. They write memos and place access-to-information-less yellow sticky notes on binders; they’re not in the business of manufacturing scandal. The Privy Council Office dislikes scandal.
For now, no one is talking on the record about who knew what and when they knew it. We can be reasonably assured that Trudeau and his senior staff are justifiably unhappy and have had some interesting chats with the RCMP. When it returns at month’s end, angry questions in the House of Commons are inevitable.
In the meantime, however, the most bland explanation for l’affaire Boyle is the most likely: Joshua Boyle asked for a meeting, no one objected, so Justin Trudeau agreed.
Sometimes – as with homeless guys, just as it is with a former hostage of the Taliban – these things simply happen.
Warren Kinsella is a Canadian journalist, political adviser and commentator. His latest book, Recipe For Hate, has just been published across North America and Europe by Dundurn Press.
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