Sunday, June 16, 2024

At the manif

 



Nobody knows what to do with Bardella’s name.

We all hate Macron. Last year’s protests against Macron stealing the living time of future generations – otherwise known as the “reform” of the pension system – were joyous, a sort of political charivari. For one thing, everyone knew that the vast majority was against the “reform.”
So Macron just thrust it down our throats. And the left responded by – fighting over who would be the fearless leader. Or something. All that time, all that marching, all those strikes – an utter failure.
But Bardella is a new villain, and not even one that we care deeply about. Le Pen, yes. Macron, double yes. But though there were many tries to make fun of Bardella’s name, none came up with anything interesting. Adam, when I came back, said easy: Bardello. My son, the slogan genius.
What to do with the contempt Macron instills in the average French heart? Well, the extreme right knew what to do. As Macron’s card is neither one nor the other – a reactionary economic policy with all the right rhetoric to celebrate women’s rights for the “other” side – they just smacked him around. And because Macron, while insensitive to the point of blindness to the left, is as sensitive as an easily tickled goof to the Valeurs actuelles crowd, they got the immigration “reform” they wanted, melting away all of the supposed difference between our paper mache Jupiter and the right. The rage against Macron, the failure of the left, and the National Front’s refusal to quit combined to create a brown France. As brown as Mussolini’s mIlice uniform.
So I went out to the manif for the new united popular front. It was, as always this year, gray and drizzly. I have a sort of dream vision of the thirties as an overcast decade that became even rainier at the end of “Casablanca” and then went into full storm mode until a mushroom cloud stood over Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
This was not the joyous flex of last spring’s demos. Because it is all so sudden, the majority of the signs were scrawled on industrial cardboard torn from boxes. But there was a lot of people – the press and police will say 75,000, the organizers 150, as is usual for left wing demos. We all looked very Vitamin D deficient out there. We’d all filed down these streets before. But after a while, the spirit of the demo picked up. It is one of the great advantages of having gay and trans advocates in the march that the spirit of masquerade and music visits their parts of the crowd – and that infects other parts.
Hard, though, to dance in the streets this time.
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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNWLEAXdSqw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XY3sKuiDb7o&list=RDXY3sKuiDb7o&start_radio=1&rv=lNWLEAXdSqw

- Sophie

Anonymous said...

Adam's Bardello for Bardella is very good! I mentioned to Julie who went with me to the Manif and she agrees. We generally go with Merdella for Bardella. Not very inspired admittedly but apt. I also mentioned to her that, as you say, " hard, though, to dance in the streets this time." She agreed and thought about it and said well we have to come up with a soundtrack. She's her mother's daughter. Here's one she proposed to me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ngz6YWgIZzc

- Sophie

Roger Gathmann said...

Tetes raides - interesting choice! The one that I did dance to was a CGT float playing a Michael Jackson song. In the protests last year, Freed from Desire was the dance song of choce. I think the popular front version 2024 needs a new uplifting anthem.
So you went with your cousin! Did you make it to Nation? I had to turn back 2/3rds of the way to get groceries for dinner.

Anonymous said...

Yes, went with Julie and that generally means we'll be going to the end of the Manif, she insists and someone has to keep an eye on that gal. And yes, the Têtes Raides song choice is interesting. Asked why she chose that one she replied by quoting the lines: De côté à côte en face à face / Toutes ces raisons qui nous dépassent / A trop vouloir trouver le sens / On en perd le pas de la danse.
She's pretty damn good at throwing a question back at you.
The sign she had at the manif was a piece of cardboard with lines from another of their songs: Que Paris est beau quand chantent les oiseaux / que Paris est laid quand il se croit français

- Sophie

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