took 17 lives last January, people have asked when they might expect to see a ‘point de
vue’ on two subjects: whether daily life has changed, and whether antisemitism is on the
rise in France. The two are terribly intertwined, for Jews and non-Jews alike. Were these
acts ghastly aberrations, media-genic statistical outliers? Or, is antisemitism at their root
and on the march? If it is taking ground, then by how much, how fast? By what measure?
How much does one, can one know?
I only live here: in the Marais, the old traditional Jewish enclave. I don’t have insider
information and I’m not even sure I think what I think. But everyone can have an opinion-
– and apparently everyone does. President Netanyahu of Israel expressed <em>his
</em>when he invited the Jews of France to up and move en masse to that ultimate safe
haven, the Middle East. (Bibi is showing a remarkable gift these days for meddling in
other country’s sensitive affairs.) Madonna, obviously qualified since she doesn’t live in
France, doesn’t speak French and rivals Sarah Palin in her disdain for basic facts, freaked
out millions with her recent statement that France today ‘feels like Nazi Germany.’ With
much more restraint, Roger Cukierman, president of the Jewish Federation in France
acronymed as Crif, remarked that there are parts of town where Jewish men are today
uncomfortable wearing a ‘kippa’ (yarmulke)– and that it is strange to drop one’s child off
at a school door guarded by special troops bearing machine guns.
Indeed. I recently stopped at a synagogue entrance to ask the armored and armed to-the-
gills protectors whether I could take a picture. ‘Sorry, that is forbidden, it would be too
dangerous. Someone might kill us. Even press photos have to have the features blurred
out. If it gets on the Internet– a colleague has already received threats…’ I thanked them.
It must be hard, carrying all that weight, literally and figuratively. Nothing to
<em>do</em>, while needing to stay on high alert every minute. One sees these young
men and women everywhere, standing or patrolling in twos and threes.
In the weeks after the January 11th March of Solidarity, friends and I sensed a positive
change in the streets and public places. People seemed jolted out of their blinkered paths,
more mutually aware and caring of those who might need a hand, or directions, or even a
hand-out. There were sympathetic smiles. Eyes met eyes with a not-so-Parisian warmth.
That effect has faded some, to be replaced by a jigsaw of anxiety and frustration. Millions
of moderate Muslims fear reprisals and mounting mistrust and prejudice. The ‘ordinary’
(non-Muslim) French wonder where and when the next attack will land and clamor for
more accountability and the reining-in of radicalizing imams. The far-right National
Front is raking in new members who demand the borders be shut. The government has
moved swiftly on a number of fronts: beefing up surveillance, changes in sentencing and
the prison system, programs for Internet and social media activism, outreach in the
schools (How late, how late. After all, that’s where the recent violence was nurtured over
years.) Angry young Muslims vocally protest systemic disadvantage while rejecting the
principles of laicité and embracing conspiracy theories according to which the Charlie
Hebdo killings were a government plot meant to discredit Muslims, and/or were
completely faked. And certainly some Jews, although not all, are feeling like they’re
wearing targets on their backs.
So, a climate of fear in Paris? No. Not for the vast majority of people going about their
lives, enjoying the spring weather and rambling around city streets well into the balmy
night. Call it a climate of destabilization and intense searching: for explanations and
urgently needed effective solutions to the alienation of a young, inflammable, often
ghetto-ized and poorly educated demographic. It’s to them that the new radicalized
antisemitism offers a dangerous focus. I’m not Pollyanna: similarities to the Nazis’ expert
exploitation of frustrated Germans looking for a scapegoat in the Depression aren’t lost
on me. But here is a bit of perspective: statistics for homicide in the most recent year
available (2012) show the US at 4.7 per 100k inhabitants, and France at 1.0 per 100k.
Even the murders of January 2015 won’t have moved that needle, or changed the fact that
France is the vastly safer place to live and raise one’s children.
Fine, you may say, but does that still hold true for Jews? I think so. Recently Roger
Cukierman stirred a p.c. hornet’s nest by stating a simple fact: that while certainly not all
French Muslims are antisemites, all perpetrators of anti-Jewish violence have been
Muslim. I wonder if he in turn would agree with my personal experience– that among
non-Muslims, while antisemitism hangs on in some insalubrious minds of the older
generation, it’s hard to find among those 50 and under. Jews in Paris do wear their kippas
with style, provide leadership in politics, art and business, and toss confetti at dozens of
glorious marriages every Sunday in the synagogue up my street. They’re French, to stay.
Bio: Kai Maristed lives in Paris and Massachusetts; she studied political philosophy in Germany. Her book reviews, fiction and articles have appeared in the Los Angeles Times, the New York Times, Zoetrope, The Kenyon Review, The American Scholar and many other publications. Book-length fiction includes the story collection Belong to Me, and Broken Ground, a novel set in Berlin.
author’s page: kaimaristed.net
Synopsis: This piece was written in response to the anti-Semitic attacks on a Jewish supermarket in France in the wake of the Charlie Hebdo attack.
Originally published in pointdevueparis.com