Letter to France: “Since I have been far from you, I have been far from myself”. I certainly don't have the poetic talent of Michel Polnareff and Jean-Loup Dabadie, but I have always deeply felt these words and this wonderful melody.
The first was in his exile from the United States and I am writing this letter to France from an Eastern country which is neither Libya nor Syria.
When I was president of France-Israel, I invented this motto: “When I defend Israel, I defend France and when I defend France, I defend Israel.”
Small minds accused me of double allegiance, when it was only a question of doubly loving a mother country and a child country. Depending on the circumstances, I worried more about one or cared more about the other. Today, I fear for my mother and for my son. I cried in October and shivered in December.
His opponents are unleashed in the same parties and extreme media, subject to the same ideology
For decades, I have identified the same enemy. It bears two nasty names – hatred of the West and anti-white racism – and it secretes a lot of nasty infections: Islamist terrorism, invasive immigration, uprooting of Judeo-Christian roots, anti-French racism and anti-Semitism, negation of borders and Nation states. His opponents are unleashed in the same extreme parties and media, subject to the same ideology.
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The simple fact of wanting to defend an identity, roots, borders, a nation is seen as an unbearable form of racism because these notions are Western. An Algerian can loudly claim his right to national independence within his inviolable borders without coming across as a horrible nationalist. A woman can loudly complain about the past crimes of an old white male but beware of silence if she blames a recent rape by a young Muslim migrant.
The raped and disemboweled women of the kibbutz are no more mourned by these feminists with selective pity. This is because their rapists are not hateful white males and would almost appear as victims in their tormented unconscious. If Nahel is killed by a French police officer, we can demonstrate violently, but if their name is Thomas or Lola, it is vilely exploiting a crime. Political piety for one, no media pity for others. Customer-led compassion.
Together we will sink or together we will survive
I can write that when in October of the evil year 2023, a tragedy happened in the country where I am, it was the French people who comforted me. Not only out of a spirit of compassion and solidarity, but also because he understood that we were in the same boat in the middle of the same nasty waves. And I can also write that in the country where I am currently, the French who crossed the sea to flee murderous hatred question me about the fate of a homeland which will always remain their mother.
Together we will sink or together we will survive.
France
