
So, France; so, Europe, you got the US commander-in-chief you asked for!
As for
Plantu,
his cartoon depicts Barack Obama as a black butler to a white master (Vladimir Putin), which liberals might be (sorely) tempted to instantly decry as racism, except that it evokes a film currently playing in cinemas,
Lee Daniels'
The Butler — although of course the cartoonist seems to be unable to refrain from taking a potshot
at the Republicans in Congress as well.
• Barack Obama: We put a lid on it and say no more about the subject!
(See also one weekly's
cartoon of BHO's Egyptian policy…)
Even
Le Monde's editorial page is filled with skepticism…
Diplomacy, unfortunately, does not only take place between honest people of good will. The Russian proposal on the Syrian chemical weapons, brought forward Monday September 9 with extreme skill by foreign minister Sergei Lavrov, has all the ambiguities and pitfalls that one can fear when dealing with a regime such as that of Bashar al-Assad or cunning strategists such as MM. Putin and Lavrov.
… Western leaders [have] every reason to be skeptical about the motivations of Moscow and the provisions of Damascus to comply with a bona fide control of its chemical arsenal. Besides the obvious physical challenges presented to an assignment of inspectors in monitoring military sites in a country at war, the terrain of the negotiations itself is replete with mines.
... Meanwhile, Bashar al-Assad continues to destroy his country and kill its people. The Russians are great chess players. That is something it would be a mistake to forget.
One wishes that
Le Monde might have tried to use the same tone and terms during the Iraq conflict.
La diplomatie, malheureusement, ne se conduit pas qu'entre gens honnêtes
et de bonne volonté. La proposition russe sur les armes chimiques
syriennes, très habilement avancée, lundi 9 septembre, par le ministre
des affaires étrangères, Sergueï Lavrov, comporte toutes les ambiguïtés
et les pièges que l'on peut redouter lorsque l'on a affaire à un régime
comme celui de Bachar Al-Assad ou à des stratèges aussi rusés que MM.
Poutine et Lavrov.
… Les dirigeants occidentaux [ont] toutes les raisons d'être sceptiques sur
les motivations de Moscou et sur les dispositions de Damas à se plier à
un véritable contrôle de son arsenal chimique. Outre les évidentes
difficultés physiques que présenterait une mission d'inspecteurs chargés
de contrôler des sites militaires dans un pays en pleine guerre, le
terrain de la négociation est lui-même miné.
… En attendant, Bachar Al-Assad continue à détruire son pays et à
massacrer sa population. Les Russes excellent aux échecs. On aurait tort
de l'oublier.
Russian mastery at chess certainly is something that few people in the
Apologizer-in-Chief's administration ever remembered, busy as they were in demonizing, in breaking, and in
trying to reeducate the
true enemy of America, and indeed the
true enemy of the world — all things American, all things Western, all things conservative, and all things Republican.
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 discussing the day's events, they were obviously heading to Paris to demonstrate against the French 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 (smiles were in order, though), the comment should give a better idea of the real state of friendship harbored in Europe 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.
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.
For the next couple of weeks I wore a bandanna with the Stars and Stripes everywhere I went.
http://no-pasaran.blogspot.com/2011/09/personal-memories-of-september-11-2001.html
(This comes from a No Pasarán post [posted] on the tenth anniversary of the attacks…)