After all, Margaret Trudeau, reading from a music stand, spoke critically of her workaholic first husband, Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau and the father of Justin and Alexandre, whom, she said, did not encourage her latent feminism nor her interest in an independent career, forcing her to throw away magazines sent to her by Gloria Steinem and expecting her to play the role of a traditional political wife, a part she was too young and intelligent to play. She did not paint an unbalanced portrait, nor one lacking in affection for her first husband, a brilliant man of his time, she said, and a leader who moved Canada forward. But if you take away the political trappings around this family, you’d surely allow that it is rarely easy for any child to listen to one half of a divorced pair of parents describe the failings of another. And yet here they, we, all were.