JustinTrudeau's Eulogy for His Father Pierre ElliotTrudeau
October 3, 2000，Notre-DameBasilica in Montreal
“朋友们、教友们、同胞们,
我的首次正式访问，是随同我的父亲和祖父辛克莱一起去北极, 那一年我6岁。
那无疑是个非常迷人的目的地。但对我来说最重要的是, 我和父亲能在一起度过多一些的时光。在渥太华,他只管努力工作。
有一天, 我们到了ALERT- 加拿大的最北端的一个科学军事设施,这里看上去似乎完全由低棚式建筑和仓库组成。
说实话，那时我六岁，没有兄弟和我一起玩。我感到有点无聊, 因为爸爸仍然有很多工作要做。
我记得在一个天寒地冻、朔风凛冽的北极下午，我被催赶着挤进一辆吉普车,说是要去执行一个特殊的绝密任务。我想我终于被允许进入这个戒备森严的北极基地了。
我是完全正确的。
车慢慢地通过和路过那些建筑, 狂风中，它们个个灰灰冷冷的。我们转过一个角落,来到一个红色的建筑前停了下来。我下了吉普车, 一路嘎吱嘎吱地走向前门。可我被告知,不要走门, 到窗户那面去。
所以我爬上雪堆, 登上窗口, 我用袖子摩擦着结霜的玻璃向里面望去。当我的眼睛适应了黑暗, 我看见一个身影,在凌乱的一堆工作桌中的一个桌子上弯着腰。他穿着红色的套装，上面带着毛茸茸白边的那种。
就在那一刻，我意识到，我的父亲是多么的强大和美好！
皮埃尔.埃利奥特.特鲁多。这个名字对许多人来说意味着太多东西了。政治家、知识分子、教授、政敌、户外运动爱好者、律师、记者、作家、总理。
但更重要的是, 对我而言, 他是父亲。
父亲爱我们，他用一生的激情和奉献爱着我们。
他教我们相信自己、坚持己见、了解自我和勇于为自己承担责任。
我们知道我们是世界上最幸运的孩子。而我们确实受之有愧。对此，我们要用毕生去为之努力。
他给了我们很多的工具。他教我们，没什么是理所当然的。他宠爱我们，但从不骄纵我们。
许多人说他最讨厌被愚弄,但我会告诉你，他对我们却有着无限的耐心。
他鼓励我们去推动自己、去测试极限、去挑战任何人和任何事。
有一些基本原则是永远不可能妥协。
我想，对大多数孩子来说, 在三年级的时候能去看看工作中的爸爸，对我来说是那永远是一个真正的款待。
和先前数次相比，此次特别造访包括在议会餐馆吃午饭，那里总是挤满了我不认识的、似乎非常重要和严肃的人。
当时八岁的我已经初具政治意识。我认出了一个人,我知道他是我爸爸的主要竞争对手之一。
为了取悦我的爸爸, 我讲了一个关于他的笑话——一个通俗而小儿科的笑话。
父亲严厉地看着我, 那种表情是如此刻骨铭心。他说:“贾斯汀, 永远不要人身攻击。我们可以做到与别人有分歧，但绝不诋毁他人。”
一边说着，他起身拉着我的手,带我到那个人面前并把我介绍给他。他是一个好人，此时和他的女儿一起进餐。他的女儿是个漂亮的金发女孩，只比我小一点。
他友好地和我交谈。此刻，我恍然大悟，即使意见不同，也不妨碍你对有不同意见的他人给予足够的尊重。
因为简单的宽容和仅仅是宽容, 都是不够的。我们需要真诚地、深深地尊重每一个人，这无关与他们的思想、他们的价值观、他们的信仰和他们的出身。爸爸是如此要求儿子的，也同样要求着他的国家。
他的要求源于一种爱的观念: 爱儿子、爱他的国家, 这就是为什么我们爱他。为此, 我们也爱这些信件、鲜花、人群的尊严。我们对他说,告别。
感激他如此深爱过我们。
我父亲的基本信仰绝非来自任何一本教科书。它源于他对所有加拿大人的热爱和忠诚。在过去的几天里, 每一张卡片、每一支玫瑰、每一滴眼泪, 每一次挥手和每一个旋转*, 你们回敬了他的爱。
对萨夏和我而言，这意味着整个世界。
谢谢你们！
我们聚集一堂，从东海岸到西海岸到北冰洋, 从一个海洋到另一个海洋，悲伤把我们聚集到一起，和他说再见。
但这不是结束。84年他离开政坛。但他为Meech回来过。他为Charlottetown回来过。他回来提醒我们是谁和我们的能力所及。
但是他再不会回来了。现在，一切都靠我们了，靠我们所有人。
森林很美、很黑、很深。他信守他的诺言并获得了长眠。
爸爸，我爱你！"
英文原文：
"Friends,Romans, countrymen,
I wasabout six years old when I went on my first official trip. I wasgoing with my father and my grandpa Sinclair up to the NorthPole.
It was a very glamorousdestination. But the best thing about it is that I was going to bespending lots of time with my dad because in Ottawa he just workedso hard.
One day, we were in Alert,Canada's northernmost point, a scientific military installationthat seemed to consist entirely of low shed-like buildings andwarehouses.
Let's be honest. I was six.There were no brothers around to play with and I was getting alittle bored because dad still somehow had a lot of work todo.
I remember a frozen,windswept Arctic afternoon when I was bundled up into a Jeep andhustled out on a special top-secret mission. I figured I wasfinally going to be let in on the reason of this high-securityArctic base.
I was exactlyright.
We drove slowly through andpast the buildings, all of them very grey and windy. We rounded acorner and came upon a red one. We stopped. I got out of the Jeepand started to crunch across towards the front door. I was told,no, to the window.
So I clambered over thesnowbank, was boosted up to the window, rubbed my sleeve againstthe frosty glass to see inside and as my eyes adjusted to thegloom, I saw a figure, hunched over one of many worktables thatseemed very cluttered. He was wearing a red suit with that furrywhite trim.
And that's when I understoodjust how powerful and wonderful my father was.
Pierre Elliott Trudeau. Thevery words convey so many things to so many people. Statesman,intellectual, professor, adversary, outdoorsman, lawyer,journalist, author, prime minister.
But morethan anything, to me, he was dad.
And whata dad. He loved us with the passion and the devotion thatencompassed his life. He taught us to believe in ourselves, tostand up for ourselves, to know ourselves and to acceptresponsibility for ourselves.
We knewwe were the luckiest kids in the world. And we had done nothing toactually deserve it.
It wasinstead something that we would have to spend the rest of our livesto work very hard to live up to.
He gaveus a lot of tools. We were taught to take nothing for granted. Hedoted on us but didn't indulge.
Manypeople say he didn't suffer fools gladly, but I'll have you know hehad infinite patience with us.
Heencouraged us to push ourselves, to test limits, to challengeanyone and anything.
Therewere certain basic principles that could never becompromised.
As Iguess it is for most kids, in Grade 3, it was always a real treatto visit my dad at work.
As onprevious visits this particular occasion included a lunch at theparliamentary restaurant which always seemed to be terriblyimportant and full of serious people that I didn'trecognize.
But ateight, I was becoming politically aware. And I recognized one whomI knew to be one of my father's chief rivals.
Thinkingof pleasing my father, I told a joke about him -- a generic, sillylittle grade school thing.
Myfather looked at me sternly with that look I would learn to know sowell, and said: `Justin, Never attack the individual. We can be intotal disagreement with someone without denigrating them as aconsequence.'
Sayingthat, he stood up and took me by the hand and brought me over tointroduce me to this man. He was a nice man who was eating therewith his daughter, a nice-looking blond girl a little younger thanI was.
He spoketo me in a friendly manner for a bit and it was at that point thatI understood that having opinions that are different from those ofanother does not preclude one being deserving of respect as anindividual.
Becausesimple tolerance, mere tolerance, is not enough. We need genuineand deep respect for each and every human being not-withstandingtheir thoughts, their values, their beliefs, and their origins.That’s what my father demanded of his sons and that’s what hedemanded of his country.
Hedemanded this out of a sense of love: love of his sons, love of hiscountry and that's why we love him so. And it's for this that we solove the letters, the flowers, the dignity of the crowds, and wesay to him, farewell.
All thatto thank him for having loved us so much.
Myfather's fundamental belief never came from a textbook. It stemmedfrom his deep love for and faith in all Canadians and over the pastfew days, with every card, every rose, every tear, every wave andevery pirouette, you returned his love.
It meansthe world to Sacha and me.
Thankyou.
We havegathered from coast to coast to coast, from one ocean to another,united in our grief, to say goodbye.
But thisis not the end. He left politics in '84. But he came back forMeech. He came back for Charlottetown. He came back to remind us ofwho we are and what we're all capable of.
But hewon't be coming back anymore. It's all up to us, all of us,now.
Thewoods are lovely, dark and deep. He has kept his promises andearned his sleep.
Jet'aime Papa."
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