
I’ve contemplated Joe Sacco’s graphic essay (cartoon just doesn’t work here, if ever) over the weekend and I still haven’t arrived at a satisfactory position or even framework other than to say that I know not what.
Reading Ophelia Benson’s post this morning led me to The Great Hiatus which attempts to enlighten readers so that they may see Charlie Hebdo through a French lens.
I would like to explain a few things, about Charlie Hebdo and about how things work in my country. It might feel insulting, but unless you are fascinated with French culture, have especially studied it or lived some time in France, you don’t know us. You don’t know our history, our politics, even our geography. That’s fine, I myself have a pretty sketchy knowledge of all these stuffs for many countries in the world.
Not knowing is fine. Spreading false information, or giving your opinion about things you don’t know, is not.
You have no idea how much the French community on tumblr is feeling betrayed. We stood by your side many times in the recent weeks, we educated ourselves about the situation in the US, we read, we learned. Now, our country is suffering and I read everywhere that Charlie Hebdo was a racist journal, that they had it coming.
It was not. NO ONE, I repeat literally NO ONE in France ever considered Charlie Hebdo as racist. We might have considered the drawings tasteless, but NOT racists. For the very simple reason that WE FUCKING KNOW OUR POLITICS. So, when you see the covers of the journal out of context and without understanding french, you’re seeing maybe 10% of what there’s to see.
We must never take the lazy route and deem that our reality is The Reality. My understanding of the world is my understanding of the world, shaped by my experiences, and I cannot simply project that reality on everyone else and become enraged when they fail to act as I expect them to act.
How much more true must that be when I, or any of us, attempt to project fantasies about groups, communities, nations, or even whole continents, onto those who are not us.
A wise woman once told me that if you know one person, then you know one person, full stop.
That is messy and inconvenient and damned exhausting. That position, however is the only one that makes sense.
Yes, the intent of satire, indeed all humor, is to hurt. Here, however, I would remember Finely Peter Dunne’s dictum: The job of the newspaper is to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.
I think the staff of Charlie Hebdo did a fine job of realizing that noble goal.