French-bashing is all the rage
By Molly Ivins
Published 3:58 p.m. PST Tuesday, February 18, 2003
AUSTIN, Texas -- As our coaches used to say, "OK, people, settle down and
listen up." We have been enjoying a lovely little spate of French-bashing here
lately. Jonah Goldberg of The National Review, who admits that French-bashing is
"shtick" -- as it is to many American comedians -- has popularized the phrase
"cheese-eating surrender monkeys" to describe the French. It gets a lot less
attractive than that.
George Will saw fit to include in his latest Newsweek column this joke: "How
many Frenchmen does it take to defend Paris? No one knows, it's never been
tried." That was certainly amusing. One million, four hundred thousand French
soldiers were killed during World War I. As a result, there weren't many
Frenchmen left to fight in World War II. Nevertheless, 100,000 French soldiers
lost their lives trying to stop Hitler.
On behalf of every one of those 100,000 men, I would like to thank Mr. Will for
his clever joke. They were out-manned, out-gunned, out-generaled and, above all,
out-tanked. They got slaughtered, but they stood and they fought. Ha-ha, how
funny. In the few places where they had tanks, they held splendidly.
Relying on the Maginot Line was one of the great military follies of modern
history, but it does not reflect on the courage of those who died for France in
1940. For eighteen months after that execrable defeat, the United States of
America continued to have cordial diplomatic relations with Nazi Germany.
One of the great what-ifs of history is: What would have happened if Franklin
Roosevelt had lived to the end of his last term? How many wars have been lost in
the peace? For those of you who have not read "Paris 1919," I recommend it
highly. Roosevelt was anti-colonialist. That system was a great evil, a greater
horror even than Nazism or Stalinism.
If you have read "Leopold's Ghost" by Adam Hochschild, you have some idea.
The French were in it up to their necks. Instead of insisting on freedom for the
colonies of Europe, we let our allies carry on with the system, leaving the
British in India and Africa, and the French in Vietnam and Algeria, to
everyone's eventual regret.
Surrender monkeys? Try Dien Bien Phu. Yes, the French did surrender, didn't
they? After 6,000 French dead in a no-hope position. Ever heard of the Foreign
Legion? Of the paratroopers, called "paras"? God, the trouble we could have
saved ourselves if we had only paid attention to Dien Bien Phu.
Then came Algeria for the French. As nasty a war as has ever been fought. If
you have seen the film "Battle of Algiers," you have some idea. Five generations
of pieds noirs, French colonialists, thought it was their country.
Charles de Gaulle came back into power in 1958, specifically elected to keep
Algeria French. I consider de Gaulle's long, slow, delicate, elephantine
withdrawal (de Gaulle even looked like an elephant) one of the single greatest
acts of statesmanship in history. Only de Gaulle could have done that.
Those were the years when France learned about terrorism. The plastiquers
were all over Paris. The "plastic" bombs, the ones you can stick like Play-Do
underneath the ledge of some building, were the popular weapon du jour. It made
Israel today look tame. For France, terrorism is, "Been there, done that."
The other night on "60 Minutes," Andy Rooney, who fought in France and
certainly has a right to be critical, chided the French for forgetting all that
sacrifice (100,000 Frenchmen died trying to stop Hitler in 1940, and 150,000
Allied troops died to liberate that nation in 1944.) But I think he got it
backward: The French remember too well.
I was in Paris on Sept. 11, 2001. The reaction was so immediate, so generous,
so overwhelming. Not just the government, but the people kept bringing flowers
to the American embassy. They covered the American Cathedral, the American
Church, anything they could find that was American. They didn't just leave
flowers, they wrote notes with them. I read over 100 of them. Not only did they
refer, again and again, to Normandy, to never forgetting, there were even some
in ancient, spidery handwriting referring to WW I: "Lafayette is still with
you."
Look, the French are not a touchy-feely people. They're more, like, logical.
For them to approach total strangers in the streets who look American and hug
them is seriously extraordinary. I got patted so much I felt like a Labrador
retriever. I wish Andy Rooney had been there.
This is where I think the real difference is. We Americans are famously
ahistorical. We can barely be bothered to remember what happened last week, or
last month, much less last year. The French are really stuck on history. (Some
might claim this is because the French are better educated than we are. I won't
go there.) Does it not occur to anyone that these are very old friends of
ours, trying to tell us what they think they know about being hated by weak
enemies in the Third World?
