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A novel political life, Dec 8 2003
Maureen McTeer, wife of...no, mustn't say that. This talented, fluently bilingual woman just happened to marry, at the age of 22, a man 13 years her senior who would become Canada's 15th prime minister. But she accomplished a great deal on her own. In the late 1970s--in what was supposedly a time of great advancement for women--Joe Clark, already a Progressive Conservative Member of Parliament from Alberta when she met him, lost a considerable faction of committed party voters because his wife chose to keep her maiden name. And a lot of those voters were women. Fast forward to the '90s. Hilary Rodham became Hillary Rodham Clinton, and often just Hillary Clinton. Plus ça change, plus c'est la meme chose? You know the expression: I'm not superman? Well, McTeer may have been a real superwoman. Yes, she had a lot of support, but she went to law school, was admitted to the Ontario bar, and got a master's degree in law, all the while helping her husband campaign successfully for the highest elected office in Canada. Later when his minority government crumbled after a few months due to factors that were not entirely their fault (although some were, such as poor "party whipping," and a degree of naiveté dealing with members of other parties as well as their own) her life was even more stressful. And when her husband lost his party leadership to Brian Mulroney, it was the most difficult time of all. In this book, Joe Clark comes off as a man of intelligence wit, grace and humour, and above all, integrity. It is difficult to understand, from this perspective, why Joe was often earlier dismissed as "Joe Who?" During these past years, if I thought about McTeer at all--perhaps because McTeer lived her own life to a great extent-- I would have just put her absence from my consciousness to the fact that the Clarks faded from the scene. This was not true; they continued to work and accomplish much individually and as a couple. But they did not enjoy particularly ample or good press. McTeer herself admits to using coarse language in a moment of understandable exasperation during a party convention, and I recall reading years ago, around the time she first announced she was pregnant with her daughter, that she demanded in an interview to know why the media were always "crapping on my husband." She definitely had a point, but this type of remark is not endearing. Even though McTeer was disliked by some of the more right-wing members of the Progressive Conservative party, she had her share of admirers, and justifiably so. She ran for Parliament unsuccessfully in 1988 and I think this was Canada's loss. Her pro-choice stance for women was to haunt her, an example of the pitfalls for candidates and one that, because she was a woman, became an unfairly heavy burden. McTeer tells a chilling anecdote about her beloved daughter being harassed during door-to-door campaigning. There have been jests over time that the party title, Progressive Conservatives, is an oxymoron, but McTeer makes the description sound not only feasible but exciting. The Progressive Conservatives ("Tory") party, were nearly wiped out in the post-Mulroney federal election 10 years ago, and they recently voted to merge with their nemesis, the Alliance (formerly "Reform"), a grassroots party that sprang up in the frustrated West. Although Alliance has achieved substantial stature, it has remained unable to "crack" the East with its huge numbers of voters, many of them francophones. Clearly the opposition hopes this new incarnation will give the powerful Liberals under incoming Prime Minister Paul Martin a run for their money. But McTeer, who defines herself as a social progressive and a fiscal conservative (a laudable if somewhat contrary notion), must be utterly dismayed by the turn of events. This time the party has chosen to drop the old "Progressive" (which goes back to the union of the Progressives and the Conservatives in 1942) and call itself, plain and simple, "Conservative" once again. Joe Clark will not be pleased. And I am sure--indeed hopeful--that we will hear more from McTeer about this.
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A novel political life, Dec 8 2003
By Renee V. Cox - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: In My Own Name (Hardcover)
Maureen McTeer, wife of...no, mustn't say that. This talented, fluently bilingual woman just happened to marry, at the age of 22, a man 13 years her senior who would become Canada's 15th prime minister. But she accomplished a great deal on her own. In the late 1970s--in what was supposedly a time of great advancement for women--Joe Clark, already a Progressive Conservative Member of Parliament from Alberta when she met him, lost a considerable faction of committed party voters because his wife chose to keep her maiden name. And a lot of those voters were women. Fast forward to the '90s. Hilary Rodham became Hillary Rodham Clinton, and often just Hillary Clinton. Plus ça change, plus c'est la meme chose? You know the expression: I'm not superman? Well, McTeer may have been a real superwoman. Yes, she had a lot of support, but she went to law school, was admitted to the Ontario bar, and got a master's degree in law, all the while helping her husband campaign successfully for the highest elected office in Canada. Later when his minority government crumbled after a few months due to factors that were not entirely their fault (although some were, such as poor "party whipping," and a degree of naiveté dealing with members of other parties as well as their own) her life was even more stressful. And when her husband lost his party leadership to Brian Mulroney, it was the most difficult time of all. In this book, Joe Clark comes off as a man of intelligence wit, grace and humour, and above all, integrity. It is difficult to understand, from this perspective, why Joe was often earlier dismissed as "Joe Who?" During these past years, if I thought about McTeer at all--perhaps because McTeer lived her own life to a great extent-- I would have just put her absence from my consciousness to the fact that the Clarks faded from the scene. This was not true; they continued to work and accomplish much individually and as a couple. But they did not enjoy particularly ample or good press. McTeer herself admits to using coarse language in a moment of understandable exasperation during a party convention, and I recall reading years ago, around the time she first announced she was pregnant with her daughter, that she demanded in an interview to know why the media were always "crapping on my husband." She definitely had a point, but this type of remark is not endearing. Even though McTeer was disliked by some of the more right-wing members of the Progressive Conservative party, she had her share of admirers, and justifiably so. She ran for Parliament unsuccessfully in 1988 and I think this was Canada's loss. Her pro-choice stance for women was to haunt her, an example of the pitfalls for candidates and one that, because she was a woman, became an unfairly heavy burden. McTeer tells a chilling anecdote about her beloved daughter being harassed during door-to-door campaigning. There have been jests over time that the party title, Progressive Conservatives, is an oxymoron, but McTeer makes the description sound not only feasible but exciting. The Progressive Conservatives ("Tory") party, were nearly wiped out in the post-Mulroney federal election 10 years ago, and they recently voted to merge with their nemesis, the Alliance (formerly "Reform"), a grassroots party that sprang up in the frustrated West. Although Alliance has achieved substantial stature, it has remained unable to "crack" the East with its huge numbers of voters, many of them francophones. Clearly the opposition hopes this new incarnation will give the powerful Liberals under incoming Prime Minister Paul Martin a run for their money. But McTeer, who defines herself as a social progressive and a fiscal conservative (a laudable if somewhat contrary notion), must be utterly dismayed by the turn of events. This time the party has chosen to drop the old "Progressive" (which goes back to the union of the Progressives and the Conservatives in 1942) and call itself, plain and simple, "Conservative" once again. Joe Clark will not be pleased. And I am sure--indeed hopeful--that we will hear more from McTeer about this.
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