Since commemorations of 9-11 are taking place all over the world, I thought we should search the archives of No Pasarán for the personal memories of two of the blog's initial bloggers, as well as the chilling testimony of one of No Pasarán's earliest French readers. (Merci pour le hyperlien, Monsieur Driscoll…) Erik and Bill's posts will help explain why they started to blog:
September 11, 2001, in France
In view of the 20th anniversary of 9-11, I
thought it would be appropriate to recount my experience of 911 and the numerous
instances of French solidarity I encountered in the following days. (Alright, the satire ends here and now…)
On the afternoon of September 11, 2001, I was having a drink in the TGV's dining car, heading north to Paris.
Cel phone communication is hard to come by on trains, but at one point
I heard I had a message on the answering machine. I called the number
to hear the message. It was my (New York-born) mother, and all the
message said was to please call back: "There has been a series of
catastrophes in the States".
Befuddled, I headed out into the corridor and called my parents, and
after answering, my mom said I should talk to my dad. I listened
incredulously as my father explained that planes had been deliberately
flown into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and that both Twin
Towers had collapsed.
Needless to say, I headed back to the dining car in another state of
mind, totally closed off and unable to communicate with anyone.
At one point, three or four members of some state-owned company (they may have been EDF) entered the dining car.
Although they were discussing the day's events, they were obviously heading
to Paris to demonstrate against the government, and during their
conversation, I overheard one of them making a joke (sic). With a
snicker, he said "Ils l'ont fait exprès pour saboter notre manifestation"
(They [obviously meaning the Americans] did it on purpose, in order
to sabotage our demonstration). Alhough the others barely laughed at
what was obviously an instance of sophisticated humor à la française
(smiles were in order, though), the comment should give a better idea
of the real state of friendship harbored towards America then the
presumed one extant in the myth of the squandered sympathy.
I was too emotionally drained to react to this comment, and anyway
without a radio and a TV set to get a better idea of the situation, the
extent of the terrorist attacks was hard to believe. I had listened to
learn more, and had certainly not expected anything but empathy for
Americans.
(Meanwhile, fellow webmaster Bill was taking a drink in a Paris café — listen to his experience with French proclamations of ever-lasting friendship [or read it below].)
Anyway, another two hours went by without news, without images of any
kind, and when I arrived at Gare de Lyon, I rushed home faster than I
ever have before, arriving drenched with sweat just in time for the 8
o'clock news. That night I hardly slept, as I stayed up in front of the
TV all night long, wishing, wishing drastically that the news wasn't
true.
At my office the following day, there was certainly nobody among my fellow journalists
who had anything sympathetic to say about 911 (or what they had to say
they certainly weren't sharing with the guy wearing Old Glory on his
head).
The previous August, I had joined a group of a dozen hikers (all of
them French) in crossing the Himalayas at a point in northern India,
and some of us had decided to meet again at one of our apartments on the
Saturday three weeks after our return from the trek. This turned out to
be September 15.
A couple of people brought their companions along. Eventually
discussion turned to the events of the previous Tuesday. I never
expected anything but sympathy to be shown (like I had on the train),
but one female hiker's boyfriend obviously had none. I don't remember
if he actually said he was happy about 911 or in so many words that
Americans deserved it, but he certainly had not the smallest empathy
for them, saying he hated their guts.
That is where I lost my cool.
"So that is the famous French solidarity, huh?!" I interrupted from my chair.
He tried to say something, but he wasn't about to get the chance.
"So that is the famous French generosity, huh?!" I bellowed.
He again replying, but…
"So that is the famous French tolerance, huh?"
I got up.
The others were begging me to drop the matter, to shut up.
"So that is the famous love of fellow human beings, huh? I am so-o-o-o impressed!"
His girlfriend was begging me, begging both of us, to let the matter drop, but I piled on with acerbic irony.
"Do you have any other examples of France's famed lucidité, we would love to listen to them!"
The other people were alarmed, they seemed to think we were going to
come to blows, and, truthfully, both then and later, I felt like I was
battering him, except by the use of words instead of fists.
"Oh, I am so impressed by your avant-garde feelings of solidarity towards the entire world — please, please, can you give us some lessons!"
Suddenly, the guy got up, crossed the room towards the front door of
the fifth-floor apartment, and — walked out. Leaving his girlfriend
behind, he started running down the stairway. In my fury, I still
managed to register surprise, because that was the last thing I
expected.
I sat down again, fury still registered on my face, and the topic
quickly changed to something totally unrelated to international news.
The point is that, as John Rosenthal
(among others) has pointed out, the story of the squandered sympathy
is nothing but a myth: Over the following months, or years (weeks?), we
are told, America's president (i.e., Bush) and his government squandered the sympathy that the world generously bestowed upon America in the immediate aftermath.
As it happens, the comment I heard in the apartment occurred four days
after the terrorist attacks, and the comments that I heard in the
train and that W heard in the Paris café occurred within hours (if not dozens of minutes) after learning of the terrorist attacks.
Those give quite a different context to the expressions of friendship
such as those seen by clicking on the photo above. As many of our
French commentators make clear, what is said in public (and nobody
denies Europeans' mastery in handling the délicatesse of diplomacy) and
what is said behind one's back can be quite a different matter; in
any case, the friendship is tinged (soaked, rather) with (self-serving)
paternalism.
Close friendship with America: it is all a lie, folks, it is all a
lie. (Or if you want to be charitable, at best it is self-deception.) (September 09, 2005)
Let's set the record straight for all the politically correct, terrorist appeasing, revisionists out there
| 9-11 in Paris | 11-9-2001 à Paris |
| Quite a few falsehoods are being spread about America 'squandering' French sympathy in the aftermath of 9-11. So let's set the record straight for all the politically correct, terrorist appeasing, revisionists out there. There was no French sympathy, period. The first images I saw of the attacks were on the TV in a Paris café shortly after leaving the office. As images of people jumping from the Towers were shown a French guy at the bar made a back handed wave at the TV screen and said, 'to hell with them'. All the customers' discussions in the café were along the lines of 'its a terrible thing BUT ...' quickly followed by vague justifications why it was not such a terrible thing after all. Kids were running down the street yelling 'the States are fucked'. In the days following the attacks, graffiti praising Osama bin Laden appeared daily on the ATMs throughout the neighborhood. Dope using French judo champ Djamel Bouras, appearing on the first edition of 'Tout le Monde en Parle' following the attacks, stated 'Why do the French newspapers declare that we are all Americans? Why a minute of silence for the dead Americans? What about a minute of silence for the dead Palestinians?' Answer to Bouras: because the Palestinians are bloodthirsty murdering terrorist scum, that's why. Now go use your smack. French celebration of 9-11 continued thereafter. Dubya said it best, 'Never forgive, never forget'. [March 18, 2003] | Enormément de mensonges circulent au sujet de la sympathie française qui a été 'gaspillée' par l'Amérique suite aux attaques du 11-9-2001. Remettons les pendules à l'heure pour tous les révisionnistes politiquement corrects qui font des accomodements vis-à-vis du terrorisme. Il n'y a jamais eu de sympathie française, point barre. Les permières images des attaques que j'ai vues étaient à la télévision dans un café parisien peu de temps après avoir quitté le bureau. Au moment où les images étaient transmises de gens qui sautaient des Tours un mec français au comptoir a fait un geste de la main vers le téléviseur en disant, 'qu'ils aillent au diable'. Toutes les discussions parmi les clients consistaient à dire 'c'est une chose affreuse MAIS ...' vite suivies de justifications pour dire qu'il ne s'agissait pas de quelque chose de si affreux en fin de compte. Des mômes courraient dans la rue en criant, 'on a niqué les USA'. Dans les jours qui ont suivi les attaques, les guichets automatiques du quartier étaient recouverts de graffiti faisant l'éloge d'Oussama ben Laden. Djamel Bouras, champion français de judo et consommateur de produits dopants, lors de son passage à la première émission de 'Tout le Monde en Parle' après les attaques, a déclaré 'Pourquoi les journaux français disent qu'on est tous des américains? Pourquoi il faut faire une minute de silence pour les américains morts? Pourquoi pas une minute de silence pour les palestiniens morts?' Réponse à Bouras: car les palestiniens sont des fumiers de terroristes meurtriers et sanguinaires. Alors, occupe-toi de ta came. Par la suite, le culte français autour du 11-9-2001 a pris de l'ampleur. Bush l'a bien dit, 'Ne jamais pardonner, ne jamais oublier'. |
One of No Pasarán's earliest French readers, who wishes to remain anonymous, penned the text below around 2006. Keeping in mind that we usually think of the military and the police (both domestically and abroad) as being conservative and therefore pro-American, the middle (the third) paragraph is particularly chilling:
… if, on the one hand, communism has never been so popular and influential around the world, in a furiously trendy word, on the other hand, capitalism is the subject of all-out demonization, from the arts and letters to the local café through TV and university curriculums: witness the anti-Americanism that oozes through every pore of the planet, especially in France.For example, I remember September 11, 2001. I had my mother on the phone, she was asking me "Why, my son, why?!" with all the anguish in the world in her voice and, suddenly, she started to cry like a rainstorm had erupted the second she saw on her screen a man and a woman jump from a burning tower hand in hand.But I also and especially remember September 12, 2001, when all my colleagues mocked me during the coffee break, laughing at my dismay, shouting at the "arrogance" of the Yankees and the "imperialism" of their leader Bush. What is worse is that … at the time I was not working in an artistic or intellectual environment which is traditionally anti-capitalist, therefore anti-American. No, I was working in a Parisian police department.I say it because I have lived it from the front row: on September 12, 2001, an overwhelming majority of French people did not shed half a tear over what had just happened in New York. Moreover, no wonder, French anti-Americanism being in line with its astonishing complacency vis-à-vis communism.Also, on the first day of the American intervention in Iraq in March 2003, 4% of the French approved "completely", 87% disapproving. 4%. Four miserable French people out of a hundred ... And what about the coverage of the war in Iraq which, in France, reached and continues to reach heights of hatred where the lie is in dispute with ridicule for atrocious coverage ... And yet America is the only utopia that ever worked.
… si, d’une part, le communisme n’a jamais été aussi populaire et influent de par le monde, en un mot furieusement branché, d’autre part, le capitalisme fait l’objet d’une diabolisation tous azimuts, des arts aux lettres en passant par le café du coin, la télé et l’université. Témoin l’anti-américanisme qui suinte par tous les pores de la planète, en particulier en France.
Par exemple, je me souviens du 11 septembre 2001. J’avais ma mère au téléphone, elle me demandait « Pourquoi, mon fils, pourquoi ?!... » avec toute l’angoisse du monde dans la voix et, soudainement, elle se mit à pleurer comme la pluie de la seconde où elle vit sur son écran un homme et une femme sauter d’une tour en feu main dans la main.
Mais je me souviens aussi et surtout du 12 septembre 2001, quand tous mes collègues me raillèrent durant la pause-café, se gaussant de mon désarroi, conspuant l’« arrogance » des yankees et l’« impérialisme » de leur chef Bush. Ce qui est pire, c’est que, bien que je puisse aujourd’hui être étiqueté comme artiste ou intellectuel, à l’époque je ne travaillais toutefois pas dans un environnement artistique ou intellectuel qui sont traditionnellement anti-capitalistes, donc anti-américains, non, je travaillais dans la police parisienne.
Je l’affirme pour l’avoir vécu aux premières loges : le 12 septembre 2001, une écrasante majorité de Français ne versèrent pas la moitié d’une larme sur ce qui venait de se produire à New York. Au demeurant, rien d’étonnant, l’anti-américanisme français est dans la logique de son ahurissante complaisance vis-à-vis du communisme.
Aussi, au premier jour de l’intervention américaine en Iraq en mars 2003, 4% des Français l’approuvèrent-ils « tout à fait », 87% la désapprouvant. 4%. Quatre malheureux Français sur cent …
... Et que dire de la couverture de la guerre en Iraq qui, en France, atteignit et continue d’atteindre des sommets de haine où le mensonge le dispute en abjection au ridicule, les beaufs pinard-baguette du Parti Communiste donnant la main aux beaufs baguette-pinard du Front National pour danser la carmagnole anti-américaine, vieille antienne franchouillarde. Et pourtant ... Et pourtant, l’Amérique est la seule utopie qui ait jamais marché.
Related:
• The Legend of the Squandered Sympathy
• The America-Bashers' Use of Symbolism on September 11
• 911 Commemorated in Paris's Luxembourg Garden
• The Skies Shed Tears During Paris Commemoration of 911 Attacks
• Looking Over TV Shows Inspired by 9-11, Le Monde Discovers (Surprise!) "a Culture of Fear"
• Still Looking for "Another" September 11th?
• André Glucksmann: Bin Laden Is Gone, Not The Strategy of Radical Hatred Without Quarter
• Le Monde's 911 Commemorations
