Posted on 11/07/2005 2:29:19 PM PST by Pokey78
According to its Office du Tourisme, the big event in Evreux this past weekend was supposed to be the annual fête de la pomme, du cidre et du fromage at the Place de la Mairie. Instead, in this charmingly smouldering cathedral town in Normandy, a shopping mall, a post office, two schools, upwards of 50 vehicles and, oh yes, the police station were destroyed by - what's the word? - "youths".
Over at the Place de la Mairie, M le Maire himself, Jean-Louis Debré, seemed affronted by the very idea that un soupçon de carnage should be allowed to distract from the cheese-tasting. "A hundred people have smashed everything and strewn desolation," he told reporters. "Well, they don't form part of our universe."
Maybe not, but unfortunately you form part of theirs.
Mr Debré, a close pal of President Chirac's, was a little off on the numbers. There were an estimated 200 "youths" rampaging through Evreux. With baseball bats. They injured, among others, a dozen firemen. "To those responsible for the violence, I want to say: Be serious!" Mr Debré told France Info radio. "If you want to live in a fairer, more fraternal society, this is not how to go about it."
Oh, dear. Who's not "being serious" here? In Normandy, it's not just the cheese that's soft and runny. Granted that France's over-regulated sclerotic economy profoundly obstructs the social mobility of immigrants, even Mr Debris - whoops, sorry - even Mr Debré cannot be so out of touch as to think "seriously" that the rioters are rioting for "a fairer, more fraternal society". But maybe he does. The political class and the media seem to serve as mutual reinforcers of their obsolete illusions. Or as the Washington Post's headline put it: "Rage of French youth is a fight for recognition".
Actually, they're very easy to "recognise": just look out the window, they're the ones torching your Renault 5. I'd wager the "French" "youth" find that headline as hilarious as the Jets in West Side Story half a century ago, when they taunted Officer Krupke with "society's" attempts to "understand" them: we're depraved on account of we're deprived. Perhaps some enterprising Paris impresario will mount a production of West Eid Story with choreographed gangs of North African Muslims sashaying through the Place de la Republique, incinerating as they go.
In fact, "rage" seems the least of it: it's the "glee" and "contempt" you're struck by. And "rage" in the sense of spontaneous anger is a very slapdash characterisation of what, after two weeks, is looking like a rather shrewd and disciplined campaign. This business of car burning, for example. In Iraq, the "insurgents" quickly got the hang of setting some second-hand Nissan alight at just the right moment so that its plume of smoke could be conveniently filmed from the press hotel balcony in time for NBC's Today show and Good Morning, America. For a while, every time you switched on the television in America, there'd be some doom'n'gloom anchor yakking away in front of a live scene of a blazing Honda Civic - as reassuring in its familiarity as that local station somewhere or other in North America (Thunder Bay, I think) that used to show a roaring fireplace as its test card all night. What the Aussie pundit Tim Blair calls the nightly Paris car-B-Q looks great on television, but without being sufficiently murderous to provoke the state into forcefully putting down the insurgency.
Indeed, it's an almost perfect tactic if your aim is to have the entire French establishment dithering in grievance-addressing mode until you've extracted as much political advantage as you can. Look at it this way: after two weeks, whose prestige has been more enhanced? The rioters? Or Mayor Debré, President Chirac and Prime Minister de Villepin? On every front these past two weeks, the French state has been tested and communicated only weakness.
As to the "French" "youth", a reader in Antibes cautions me against characterising the disaffected as "Islamist". "Look at the pictures of the youths," he advises. "They look like LA gangsters, not beturbaned prophet-monkeys."
Leaving aside what I'm told are more than a few cries of "Allahu Akhbar!" on the streets, my correspondent is correct. But that's the point. The first country formally to embrace "multiculturalism" - to the extent of giving it a cabinet post - was Canada, where it was sold as a form of benign cultural cross-pollination: the best of all worlds. But just as often it gives us the worst of all worlds. More than three years ago, I wrote about the "tournante" or "take your turn" - the gang rape that's become an adolescent rite of passage in the Muslim quarters of French cities - and similar phenomena throughout the West: "Multiculturalism means that the worst attributes of Muslim culture - the subjugation of women - combine with the worst attributes of Western culture - licence and self-gratification. Tattooed, pierced Pakistani skinhead gangs swaggering down the streets of northern England areas are as much a product of multiculturalism as the turban-wearing Sikh Mountie in the vice-regal escort." Islamofascism itself is what it says: a fusion of Islamic identity with old-school European totalitarianism. But, whether in turbans or gangsta threads, just as Communism was in its day, so Islam is today's ideology of choice for the world's disaffected.
Some of us believe this is an early skirmish in the Eurabian civil war. If the insurgents emerge emboldened, what next? In five years' time, there will be even more of them, and even less resolve on the part of the French state. That, in turn, is likely to accelerate the demographic decline. Europe could face a continent-wide version of the "white flight" phenomenon seen in crime-ridden American cities during the 1970s, as Danes and Dutch scram to America, Australia or anywhere else that will have them.
As to where Britain falls in this grim scenario, I noticed a few months ago that Telegraph readers had started closing their gloomier missives to me with the words, "Fortunately I won't live to see it" - a sign-off now so routine in my mailbag I assumed it was the British version of "Have a nice day". But that's a false consolation. As France this past fortnight reminds us, the changes in Europe are happening far faster than most people thought. That's the problem: unless you're planning on croaking imminently, you will live to see it.
Also, "I don't care how excrementally runny it is!" ping.
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BTTT
Yes. That's why Napoleon III 'bulldozed' the small streets and built large wide avenues. You cannot so easily barricade a wide boulevard.
Baron Georges Eugene Haussmann (1809-1892) was appointed by Napoleon III on June 22, 1853 to "modernize" Paris. In this way, Napoleon III hoped to better control the flow of traffic, encourage economic growth, and make the city "revolution-proof" by making it harder to build barricades. Haussmann accomplished all this by tearing up many of the old, twisting streets and dilapidated apartment houses, and replacing them with the wide, tree-lined boulevards and expansive gardens which Paris is famous for today.
>>If the libs have their way, multiculturism will be the death of the west.
Pournelle's all-too-oft-used comment, that is somewhat similar, is:
"Liberalism is a philosophy of consolation for Western Civilization as it commits suicide."
Good Steyn piece.
Steyn has the uncanny ability to say things that should have been blindingly obvious to everyone -- but which are obvious only after he has said them.
I've lost count of the number of times while reading his essays that I've smacked my forehead and gone, "of course! Why didn't I realize that earlier?"
bttt
Wow, thanks for that link in #17, FRiend. LOTS of shouts of "Allahu Akbar"... no doubt about that. Is the newscast in Flemish? I understand "Allah is groot" but what are they saying about Sarkozy... "Sarkozy is een klootznak"?
NORMANDY!! NOR MAN DEE
(from the longesty day,when Rommel was told,and was shocked)
Check out the video link in #17. Move the slider up to fast forward the video. About 1/3 of the way in, you can clearly hear the French "youths" shouting "Allahu Akbar" numerous times as they're running around in the dark rioting and setting things on fire.
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Check out the video link in #17. Move the slider up to fast forward the video. About 1/3 of the way in, you can clearly hear the French "youths" shouting "Allahu Akbar" numerous times as they're running around in the dark rioting and setting things on fire.
OFFICER KRUPKE(West Side Story)
ACTION: See, those cops, they believe everythin they read in the papers about us cruddy JDs. So, thats what we give em somethin to believe in.
SNOWBOY (as Officer Krupke): Hey, you!
ACTION: Who, me, Officer Krupke?
SNOWBOY: Yeah, you! Give me one good reason for not draggin you down to the stationhouse, ya punk!
ACTION: Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, ya gotta understand, its just our bringing-upke that gets us out of hand. Our mothers all are junkies, our fathers all are drunks: golly Moses, naturally were punks.
JETS: Gee, Officer Krupke, were very upset. We never had the love that every child ought to get. We aint no delinquents, were misunderstood. Deep down inside us there is good.
ACTION: There is good!
JETS: There is good, there is good, there is untapped good; like, inside the worst of us is good.
SNOWBOY: Thats a touchin good story.
ACTION: Let me tell it to the world!
SNOWBOY: Just tell it to the judge!
ACTION: Dear kindly Judge, Your Honor: my parents treat me rough. With all their marijuana, they wont give me a puff. They didnt want to have me, but somehow I was had: leapin lizards, thats why Im so bad.
JUDGE: Right! Officer Krupke, youre really a square. This boy dont need a judge, he needs an analysts care. Its just his neuroses that ought to be curbed. Hes psychologically disturbed!
ACTION: Im disturbed!
JETS: Were disturbed, were disturbed, were the most disturbed; like, were psychologically disturbed!
JUDGE: Hear ye, hear ye: in the opinion of this court, this child is depraved on account he aint had a normal home.
ACTION: Hey, Im depraved on account of Im deprived!
JUDGE: So, take him to a head-shrinker.
ACTION: My daddy beats my mommy. My mommy clobbers me. My grandpa is a commie. My grandma pushes tea. My sister wears a moustache. My brother wears a dress. Goodness gracious, thats why Im a mess.
HEAD-SHRINKER: Yes! Officer Krupke, he shouldnt be here. This boy dont need a couch, he needs a useful career. Societys played him a terrible trick, and, sociologically, hes sick.
ACTION: I am sick!
JETS: We are sick, we are sick, we are sick sick sick; like, were sociologically sick!
HEAD-SHRINKER: In my opinion, this child does not need to have his head shrunk at all. Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease.
ACTION: Hey, Ive got a social disease!
HEAD-SHRINKER: So take him to a social worker.
ACTION: Dear kindly social worker, they tell me get a job; like be a soda-jerker, which means like be a slob. Its not Im anti-social, Im only anti-work; glorie-osky, thats why Im a jerk!
SOCIAL WORKER: Yechh! Officer Krupke, youve done it again! This boy dont need a job, he needs a year in the pen. It aint just a question of misunderstood: deep down inside him, hes no good!
ACTION: Im no good!
JETS: Were no good, were no good, were no earthly good; like the best of us is no damn good!
JUDGE: The trouble is hes lazy!
HEAD-SHRINKER: The trouble is he drinks!
SOCIAL WORKER: The trouble is hes crazy!
JUDGE: The trouble is he stinks!
HEAD-SHRINKER: The trouble is hes growing!
SOCIAL WORKER: The trouble is hes grown!
ALL: Krupke, weve got troubles of our own!
JETS: Officer Krupke, were down on our knees
ACTION: cause no one wants a fella with a social disease!
JETS: Hey, Officer Krupke, what are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke, krup you!
see #94 .. West Eid Story ...
Ya know, there is a great theme in there for a twisted version of Paul Harvey's "rest of the story" style of reporting. I wish my writing skills were up to the challenge. ;)
French youths? Yeah right... just a bunch of terrorists.
I'm not really a big Michael Savage fan, but I heard a few minutes of his radio show tonight. He ran an amazing montage of audio clips from the MSM from all over the English-speaking world. Yep, you guessed it: Just about all of the reporters referred to these French terrorists/thugs/scumbags as "youths" or "poor minorities".
Thanks for the ping, Pokey!
This kind of talk is what embolden the so-called youths; but as Albert Einstein said, "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former."
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