Sutherland was born July 17, 1935 in New Brunswick, Canada, later moving to Bridgewater, Nova Scotia. Throughout his childhood he battled a number of serious illnesses including polio, rheumatic fever and spinal meningitis.
He left Canada to pursue an interest in acting at the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art, and soon found work in TV and low-budget films.
He got a Hollywood breakthrough in the classic war film The Dirty Dozen, whose ensemble cast includes Lee Marvin, Charles Bronson, Ernest Borgnine and Jim Brown. It was the fifth highest grossing film of 1967.
After leaving London for Hollywood, Sutherland landed one of his most iconic roles in the 1970 anti-war comedy-drama MASH, originating the role of “Hawkeye” Pierce. MASH was one of the most successful films of the decade and is regarded as a classic.
Throughout the ’70s, Sutherland was a Hollywood leading man: his films include in the Oscar-winning Klute opposite Jane Fonda, the psychological horror Don’t Look Now, and the remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. He also appeared in the hit comedy Animal House.
In 1980, he starred in Robert Redford’s Ordinary People, which won the Academy Award for Best Picture. Other major films include Backdraft, JFK, Six Degrees of Separation, The Italian Job and Pride and Prejudice.
Sutherland also had success on TV, winning an Emmy Award for the 1995 film Citizen X, and a Golden Globe for the television film Path to War.
A younger generation of moviegoers was introduced to Sutherland through The Hunger Games, the hit dystopian blockbuster series: Sutherland starred as the villainous President Coriolanus Snow.
Though he surprisingly never received an Oscar nomination, he received an Academy Honorary Award in 2017, “for a lifetime of indelible characters, rendered with unwavering truthfulness.” He also received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 2011, and on the Canadian Walk of Fame in 2000.
Sutherland was married three times; he was married to actress Francine Racette for 52 years until his death. He was previously married to Lois May Hardwick and Shirley Douglas, and also had an affair with his Klute co-star Jane Fonda.
He had five children — including most famously his son Kiefer Sutherland, the actor best known for playing Jack Bauer in 24.
”I was too young to go watch my father’s films in the cinema,” Kiefer Sutherland told The Hollywood Reporter in 2017. “By the time I hit 20, VHS was available and a friend of my fathers had a lot of his films. In three days I watched Don’t Look Know, Klute, M*A*S*H, Kelly’s Heroes, 1900 and Fellini’s Casanova.”
“It was such a wide spectrum of characters, and I remember calling him up and I felt really badly that I grew up not knowing what a profoundly special actor he was, I felt horribly guilty of that. As a young actor, I had never known or seen another actor who’ve done characters so diverse either.”
Rest in peace to the iconic actor Donald Sutherland who lent his talents to so many great, classic movies — you will be missed 💔😢
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My Husband Didn’t Save Me Any Food for Dinner While I Was Feeding Our Newborn Son
Five weeks ago, my world changed in the most beautiful and challenging ways when I became a mother. My son, with his tiny fingers and soft sighs, became the center of my universe. Yet, amid this new and overwhelming love, a shadow loomed over our little family’s happiness — my mother-in-law.
From the moment we brought our son home, she stationed herself in our living room, transforming it into her base camp. Her intentions might have been good, at least that’s what my husband believed, asserting she was here to help us navigate through these early days of parenthood. However, her presence quickly became another source of stress. She filled our home with visitors, contributing to the chaos rather than alleviating it. Despite this, I bit my tongue, choosing silence over confrontation, all for the sake of peace.
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Amidst the endless cycle of feeding, changing diapers, and soothing my son to sleep, I found little time for myself, often going hours without food. My mother-in-law, claiming that she was there to cook, didn’t extend her support to actually helping with the baby. Eventually, I was exhausted and hungry, clinging to the hope that at least I wouldn’t have to worry about meals.
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Last night shattered that last vestige of appreciation I had for her so-called help. After a long evening spent breastfeeding, I emerged from the nursery, expecting to find a plate saved for me, only to be met with indifference from my husband and outright disregard from his mother.
The coldness in her voice as she informed me there was no food left because she assumed I wasn’t hungry cut deeper than any physical hunger I felt. In that moment, my frustration boiled over. The argument that ensued was heated and bitter, revealing the deep fissures in our family dynamics.
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My husband’s defense of his mother, coupled with his outrage at my reaction, made it painfully clear that I was alone in this struggle. On top of it all, he even expected me to wash the dishes as well. Feeling utterly unsupported and unseen, I made the decision to leave, seeking refuge in my mother’s home. The calm and care I found there stood in stark contrast to the turmoil I left behind.
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Yet, even here, where I thought I would be safe, the conflict followed. My husband’s relentless calls and messages, each more accusatory than the last, painted me as the villain in this scenario. His inability to understand my perspective, to see the toll his mother’s presence and his lack of support took on me, was disheartening. The narrative he spun to his family, that I was keeping our son from him over a trivial matter like food, only added to my sense of isolation.
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As I tried to navigate through these swirling emotions, the bond with my son remained my anchor. His innocent dependence on me, his warmth, and his trust, fortified my resolve to seek a better environment for us both, even if it meant standing against the expectations and demands of my husband and his family.
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In the quiet of my mother’s house, with my son cradled close, I pondered our future. The path forward seemed daunting, fraught with difficult conversations and decisions. Yet, in the face of this adversity, I knew I had to advocate for myself and my son, to strive for a life filled with the love, respect, and support we deserved.
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In a moment of sheer desperation, I reached out to the one person I hadn’t considered before — my father-in-law. Through tear-blurred eyes and with a trembling voice, I poured out my heart, detailing every strain and stress that had pushed me to my limit. To my surprise, he didn’t just offer words of comfort; he took immediate action.
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Within the hour, we were standing together at my house’s doorstep, his usually gentle demeanor replaced with a stern resolve that I had rarely seen. He didn’t spare a moment for pleasantries, bypassing me to confront the heart of the turmoil — his son and wife, seated obliviously in front of the TV. The air grew heavy with anticipation as he declared, “This ends now,” a simple yet powerful decree that commanded attention.
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He turned to my husband first, his voice a mix of disappointment and authority, “You will wash the dishes every night from now on. Your wife needs your support, not your neglect.” The shock on my husband’s face was palpable, a visible sign that the weight of his father’s words had struck a chord.
Then, without missing a beat, he addressed his wife, my mother-in-law, with a clarity and firmness that left no room for negotiation. “And you, it’s time to go home. Your ‘help’ here is doing more harm than good.” The impact of his words on her was immediate; the usually unflappable woman was reduced to a silent, stunned figure, her protests dying before they could even begin.
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With the air still echoing his pronouncements, my father-in-law turned to me, a softness returning to his gaze, “Now, let’s go get you a proper meal.” That dinner was a welcome pause in the storm where understanding and compassion filled the gaps worn by weeks of tension. It was a balm to my frayed nerves, a gesture of solidarity that I had sorely missed.
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Back home, the reality of my father-in-law’s intervention began to take root. My husband, confronted with the undeniable truth of his neglect, took to the dishes — a symbolic act of taking responsibility not just for the cleanliness of our home, but for the well-being of our family. It was a turning point, one that reshaped the dynamics of our household.
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The changes were gradual but undeniable. My husband emerged as a more present and supportive partner, actively participating in the care of our son and the myriad tasks that keep a home running smoothly. My mother-in-law’s presence in our home, once a source of constant stress, became a rare and much more welcome occurrence. Her visits, now infrequent, were no longer invasions but genuine attempts to connect and contribute positively to our family life.
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This transformation, sparked by the bold yet necessary intervention of my father-in-law, brought about a sense of peace and respect that had been missing. The support I had longed for was finally manifesting, not just in the physical help around the house but in the emotional solidarity that now characterized our family. It was a stark reminder of the power of understanding and the profound impact of taking a stand for what’s right.
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In the end, the turmoil that had once seemed insurmountable became the catalyst for a deeper connection and appreciation among us all. My husband’s efforts to amend his ways and my mother-in-law’s adjusted approach to her visits painted a hopeful picture of our future — a future where support, respect, and love were no longer scarce commodities but the foundation of our home.
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