Friday, April 14, 2017
France in the End of Days
Roger Cohen, New York Times [original article contains more photographs]
Image from article, with caption: A Marine Le Pen supporter at a rally in Ajaccio, Corsica, France, on April 8
Marine Le Pen’s road to victory is clear enough. Can a pragmatist stop the extreme right?
Paris — For some time France has been a country that does not like itself.
Somewhere on the road from its humiliation in World War II to its disappointment
with European integration to its discomfort with globalization, France slid into
moroseness. High-speed trains purred; France pouted. Grumbling became a way of
life, the response to lost grandeur. Now France seems ready to vent this slow-ripening
anger in an election that could see the extreme right return to power for the
first time since the 1940s and Europe revert to a turbulence not seen since that
If Marine Le Pen of the National Front wins, she says she will take France out of
the euro, the shared European currency, and restore the franc. Exit from the
European Union could follow. This would constitute an economic and political
rupture so violent that even Donald Trump’s victory and Britain’s vote to leave the
union would pale beside it. Europe, and not just its markets, would be upended.
President Vladimir V. Putin of Russia, who has been meddling, would be happy.
A Le Pen victory is far from assured, plausible if not probable. Returning to
France late last month, to the glow of Paris and the gloom of the provinces, I was
struck by how much Le Pen’s party, whose racist ideology was once taboo, has joined
the mainstream. The pattern that has prevailed throughout the Fifth Republic —
alternation of center-left and center-right — seems dead. The French are tired of
increasingly indistinguishable Socialist and Republican presidents. President
François Hollande, a socialist with a single-digit approval rating, decided not to run
for a second term. As elsewhere in the West, traditional parties bereft of compelling
ideas are in crisis, buffeted by social-media-driven mobilizations.
The first round of voting on April 23 is almost certain to send Le Pen and
Emmanuel Macron, the 39-year-old upstart leader of a new catchall centrist
movement, into the runoff on May 7: the xenophobic nationalist versus the proEurope
Polls show them both with clear, if tightening, leads over the scandal-plagued
Republican candidate, François Fillon, and an extreme leftist, JeanLuc Mélenchon,
of the Unbowed France movement, whose support has surged in recent days. The
left, still singing the Internationale and plotting class struggle, is in disarray. The
inclination to blow up the system has found fertile ground. People have had it with
experts. “Ça suffit!” — “Enough!” — is a much-heard cry; and if disruption leads to
deluge, so be it.
Such end-of-days gloom is puzzling. Near 10 percent unemployment and near
invisible growth cannot explain it. French infrastructure is a rebuke to American
decay. French universal health care works. Savoir-vivre, the art of living, is not a
French phrase for nothing. From the United States to China, the French hold on the
world’s imagination endures. It is a land of unique pleasures.
Yet this seems to offer scant comfort. Instead the French are focused on their
country’s failures: its dispatch under Vichy of Jews to their deaths, its painful
colonial past in Algeria, its faltering attempts to integrate one of Europe’s largest
Muslim communities, its vulnerability to terrorist attacks in Paris and Nice, its
expensive and sometimes rigid welfare state, its ambiguous relationship to global
capitalism, its fraying model of “laïcité” (or secularism) designed to subsume
religious difference in the values of the French republic — all are endlessly agonized
“There is a certain French masochism,” Pascal Bruckner, an author, told me.
“We are a country that does not unleash its potential. We ruminate on the past. After
1989, we thought Europe would become French. But the models of Germany and
Thatcher did much better. And so we lapse into mediocrity.” Jacques Rupnik, a
political scientist, put it this way: “France suffers from cultural and civilizational
insecurity. Many people feel somehow dispossessed.”
This sense of dispossession, of loss, is what the National Front has exploited:
loss of identity, jobs, national borders; loss of faith in a corrupt political system. “On
est chez nous!” — roughly “We are at home!” — is the party’s strange battle cry,
chanted at every rally. But why such pathological need to reaffirm belonging, and
who exactly are “we”? Millions of immigrants from North and subSaharan Africa,
many of them Muslims, do not appear to make the cut.
“There is no right or left. This election is about patriotism versus globalization,”
Nicolas Bay, the secretary-general of the National Front, told me. “That is why we
would end immigration. If it’s Le Pen against the globalist Macron in the second
round, it will be clear what the contest is about: Do we defend the nation, or is the
Macron is a former banker and economy minister under Hollande. Small, with
glittering blue eyes, his pitch is that he’s a tech-friendly pragmatist with the ability to
revitalize France. Nobody quite knows what’s in his gut. To fans he’s a doer; to critics
he’s a hedger of bets. But nobody can deny his remarkable surge. En Marche!
(Onward!), Macron’s movement, was formed just a year ago. It has become the last
best hope of those who would stop Le Pen.
In an interview, Macron told me: “Look, do you want to strengthen Europe, to
have a strong reformed France, or do you just want to leave this world and return to
the 19th century? What Le Pen proposes does not fly even for a second.”
I headed east to Metz, in the Lorraine region of France. Outside the station,
opened in 1908 when the city was part of Germany, I found French, German and
European Union flags fluttering to mark “Metz Wunderbar” (“Wonderful Metz”)
week, a celebration of French-German friendship. Such is Europe today: a shared
house built over borders etched in blood. Lorraine closed its last iron ore mine a
couple of decades ago. The region has struggled to replace it with service sector jobs.
The National Front has prospered.
At a restaurant I ran into Thierry Corona, a sommelier from nearby
Koenigsmacker who had come to attend a Le Pen rally. A blue rose, Le Pen’s
campaign symbol, was pinned to his lapel. Corona was fired up. Le Pen would boost
the wine industry by getting rid of a “politically correct” law curtailing advertising.
She would end “the dictatorship of Brussels.” She would rebuild “France for the
Koenigsmacker, Corona said, had been stripped of life. Small stores had been
replaced by huge “hypermarkets” on the outskirts of town. Human contact was
almost forgotten. “In the shopping malls the cashiers are lined up like cattle for the
slaughter,” he said. Old people without cars were treated like human refuse. “And
immigrants arrive and they immediately get handouts!”
Such provincial alienation is widespread. The most talked-about political book
these days is Christophe Guilluy’s “The France of the Periphery,” a devastating
portrait of what he calls the “total cultural fracture” between the networked milieu of
Paris and a few other cities, and the declining dystopia outside them. If America has
New York and Trump country, France has Paris and Koenigsmacker. The red state-blue
state chasm, in various guises, is the core cultural condition of the West.
“The political world is today a field of ruins,” Guilluy writes. He cites a poll
conducted in 2014 by the Ipsos research firm that found that 74 percent of French
workers felt they were no longer “at home”; 74 percent saw globalization as a threat
(while 68 percent of managers saw it as an opportunity).
“On the fundamental subjects of globalization, free trade, immigration and
multiculturalism, dialogue has become impossible,” Guilluy concludes. This is the
backdrop to workers’ abandonment of the left and their embrace of the National
Front, now the leading working-class party in France.
Corona took me over to a nearby table where Florian Philippot, one of Le Pen’s
top advisers, was lunching. Philippot is an architect of the attempt to rebrand the
party by shedding its Fascist, anti-Semitic antecedents (JeanMarie Le Pen, Marine’s
father, called the Holocaust “a detail” of history) and replacing it with France-first
economic nationalism. Philippot is a slick operator. He did not have time to talk, but
I saw him a half-hour later at the rally, warming up the crowd as images of Le Pen on
a horse and with a truffle-hunting dog rolled across a giant screen, evoking the
connection with “La France profonde” (deep rural France) that is still de rigueur for
any French political career.
“ON EST CHEZ NOUS!” the crowd roared. Philippot vowed that the “radical
Islamists strolling around our towns” would soon be history. He called Macron an
agent of high finance, a man “recycling everything that has ruined France.”
Somebody in the crowd shouted “Rothschild!” and then again “Rothschild!” — a
reference to the bank where Macron once worked. The attempt to rid the National
Front of its anti-Semitism is clearly a work in progress.
Indeed, Le Pen has reopened old wounds by insisting that France was not
responsible for the “Vel’ d’Hiv” — a reference to the stadium where 13,000 Jews
were rounded up in 1942 before being dispatched to Auschwitz. She tried to portray
the wartime Vichy government as distinct from France, an appalling evasion.
Image from article, with caption: Marine Le Pen at the close of a rally in Metz, France, in March
Le Pen entered to thunderous applause in a black pantsuit. It’s easy to imagine
her an everywoman telling it like it is. Her hashtag is #aunomdupeuple (in the name
of the people), and, like Trump, she vowed to “return power to the people.” The
Élysée Palace, she declared, would become “the house of the people,” and
referendums would be held on major issues like leaving the European Union.
For a couple of hours Le Pen rambled. The influence of Islam was “unbearable.”
France faced “a choice of civilization” — either uncontrolled immigration “or
recovering our home.” National borders would not be closed; they would, however,
exist. Patriotism meant resistance to “savage globalization.” In short, “The Republic
must again become all-conquering.”
Thérese and Frédéric Defaux were watching. “Look, this is pretty simple,” he
told me. “We need to recover our values and defend them.” Then his voice was
drowned out. “ON EST CHEZ NOUS! ON EST CHEZ NOUS!”
Europe used to signify stability and peace. Now refugees and asylum seekers
stream across the union’s porous borders. To find jobs for immigrants, you need an
open and flexible labor market. But the comprehensive French welfare state —
financed by mandatory contributions for pensions, health and unemployment
benefits that push up wage costs — tends toward inflexibility. Firing anyone can be
tedious and expensive, so there’s reluctance to hire. Youth unemployment stands
around 25 percent. Over 31 percent of gross domestic product is spent on health,
unemployment and other benefits, compared to 24.6 percent in Germany. France
has in effect made a structural choice for unemployment. Everyone knows this. But
because attachment to the model is fierce, honest discussion tends to be taboo.
The first presidential debate last month was an exercise in evasions. The
moderators redefined journalism as deferential passivity. Macron, Fillon and the
socialist candidate, Benoît Hamon, were all dressed in blue suits and blue ties, like a
bunch of airline stewards, and their responses scarcely differed more than their
attire. Nobody even asked Fillon, a former prime minister, about the fact that he’s
been placed under investigation relating to allegations he employed his wife and
children in make-believe jobs as aides.
Fillon, a social conservative who favors free-market reforms and labor market
deregulation, had been looking formidable but slumped after the scandal broke. He
had promised to stand aside in the event of a formal judicial inquiry, but reneged,
infuriating people. The political classes’ contempt for the electorate was
encapsulated in his volte-face. Voters’ disgust has boosted the National Front, even if
Le Pen is herself caught up in a financial fraud investigation at the European
Parliament and has used parliamentary immunity to avoid a police summons.
Her path to victory runs roughly like this. She qualifies for the second round
with about 24 percent of the vote. Macron is her opponent, with about the same
score. The more rightwing Fillon supporters migrate to Le Pen. Supporters of the
farleft candidate, Mélenchon, refuse to vote for Macron; they’ve had it with socalled
“useful votes” and they believe Macron, for all his talk of being a progressive,
will pursue “neoliberal” global capitalism. Some Hamon supporters also refuse to
back Macron. The abstention rate soars. Le Pen squeezes past 50 percent and
It could happen. Only a fool, after Brexit and Trump, would suggest otherwise.
Le Pen’s line of attack on Macron is clear: he is the perpetuation of Hollande, the
representative of “the system” and a product of “international finance,” with all the
attendant innuendo. This attack is pretty disgusting, which is not to say it won’t
work. Russia is helping. The Russian propaganda site Sputnik has singled out
Macron for attack. It was behind rumors that he’s gay and living with the head of
Radio France — rumors so insistent that Macron, who’s married to his 64-year-old
former high-school teacher, had to deny them.
One thing is certain: Le Pen needs to distract attention from her economic
program, a hodgepodge of nationalist and statist measures combined with exit from
the euro, which alone could send French bank accounts into free fall. Fear of such a
meltdown may be the biggest obstacle Le Pen still has to overcome.
I found Macron in Paris answering questions for a Yahoo News event in French
and then English (radical for a French politician). The first question was whether
“explicit Macron” is an oxymoron. He laughed. He said he was pragmatic, supple,
interested above all in results. His political family was broad: the pro-European
moderate right, socialists, progressives, “reasonable ecologists.” He called for
“strong reforms” of the French labor market, decreased corporate taxes and
invigorated vocational training.
“Modernity is disruptive,” he declared, “and I endorse that.”
As economy minister, Macron’s “disruption” involved allowing stores to open on
Sundays and creating what are still called “Macron buses” to offer cheap competition
to trains for journeys within France: deregulation, French-style! More reform is
needed; it’s proved elusive because nobody wants to give up their “acquis” — the
benefits they already have. Whether Macron could build a parliamentary base for
change is also an open question.
Still, he’s proved that he can break molds. Perhaps his most attractive feature is
his brave attachment to the European Union and commitment to helping refugees.
“We are a continent of refugees,” he said, “and if you say we can’t integrate refugees,
that’s not consistent with our values, even if borders cannot be wide open.”
I asked him if his pragmatism could really fly in an age of populist
demagoguery. Sure, he told me. “We are contrarians,” he went on. “When neoliberal
economics was triumphing everywhere, we refused to adopt it. And now when
demagogues are winning, in France pragmatism is going to win.”
Macron continued: “There is a crisis of such proportions that people are ready
for change. I am not shy. I am for an open society. I am for a progressive world. I do
not propose to reform France; I propose to transform it at its deepest level.”
Could he do it? I want to believe he can, in part because I take seriously
something he had said earlier: “I want to help with Muslim integration. If you follow
the line of Marine Le Pen, you create a civil war.”
In “Submission,” his bestselling novel, Michel Houellebecq writes: “The
growing gap — an abyss — between the population and those who spoke in its name,
politicians and journalists, had necessarily to lead to something chaotic, violent and
unpredictable. France, like other western countries, had been heading for a long
time toward civil war.”
In the book, frantic maneuvering to keep Le Pen from power leads to the victory
of an imagined Islamic party led by a telegenic character Mohammed Ben Abbes.
Houellebecq’s France is culturally exhausted — a land of desperate sex and spiritual
emptiness — and so it succumbs to a movement driven by faith and conviction.
It takes about a hal-fhour to get from the Luxembourg Gardens to Houellebecq’s
abyss — the grim banlieue, or suburb, of Sevran Beaudottes. Here just about
everyone is from north or sub-Saharan Africa. On a rainy morning women spread
old shoes, screwdrivers and 20th-century cellphones on mats in the station, hoping
to sell something. Men stand on corners, idle. One pisses against a wall.
I get talking to Moussa Sanogo, who came to France from the Ivory Coast a
quarter-century ago, and N’diaye Fousseiny, from Mali. Here’s the deal, Sanogo
explains, there are no jobs for his kids. He used to install scaffolding, but these days
Polish and Romanian construction workers arrive by truck every Monday, making it
impossible for French citizens to compete. “My son drifts around the projects selling
drugs,” he says. “It’s the only business that works.” Fousseiny, who works a night
shift at Disneyland Paris, tells me his 14-year-old daughter got detained the other
night while hanging out with dealers. Integration through education, the French
Republic’s promise, has broken down.
I ask about Islamic radicalism. Sanogo, a Muslim, says the area “is worse than
Molenbeek,” the terrorist-breeding district of Brussels. About 30 young men from
the area, he says, had left for Syria. “Look,” he tells me, “here we are, there’s nothing,
it’s a hole, and the jihadists do this out of vengeance. It’s revenge for an indecent
life.” He describes a pattern: first drugs, then the discovery of religion (perhaps in
jail), then radicalization in clandestine mosques.
Close to five million Muslims live in France. Many succeed, but they are likely to
have overcome prejudice first. Nisrine Zaibi, the daughter of Tunisian immigrants
and now the socialist vice president of the Burgundy regional council, told me how
when she became a French citizen at the age of 18, she was asked if she wanted to
change her name to “something more French.” (She also told me she would never
“vote useful” for Macron.) Job interviews inevitably turn to questions about the veil
or extremism. Laïcité often translates into laws banning Muslim headscarves. It may
seem a short step from defining the state by its secularism to insisting everyone
become secular. “The banlieue can be a desperate place,” Zaibi said. “I know people
who are ready to vote Le Pen just to break something.”
As I leave Sevran Beaudottes, a lanky kid barges into me. “You could excuse
yourself,” he says, looking for a fight. We square up; he moves off, muttering insults.
Violence simmers just beneath the surface.
Villers-Cotterêts, a town in Picardy about an hour northeast of Paris, has a
special place in French history. It was here in 1539 that Francis I established French
rather than Latin as the language of all legal acts and notarized documents. The
town is synonymous with the forging of that formidable thing: French culture. Today
it is run by a National Front mayor, Franck Briffaut.
Macron came here last month to try to correct one of the worst stumbles of his
campaign, when he said in February that “There is not one French culture. There is a
culture in France.” The National Front pounced: Macron believes there’s no such
thing as French culture! So Macron trooped out here to stand in front of a statue of
Alexandre Dumas and attempt a definition of the French spirit as one of “open
patriotism” and refusal to “exclude the other.”
Briffaut thinks Macron is a clown. “He’s an unidentified political object, part
toad and part duck,” he told me. Another Macron stumble — the decision to go to
Algiers to tell an autocrat that France should apologize for its colonial-era “crimes
against humanity” — caused the mayor to explode. “It’s scandalous, this penitence!
Every country has a history of light and shadow. We cannot blame ourselves. These
Algerians wanted us to leave. Well, if French colonialism was so terrible, why do they
flock here to colonize us today?”
An ex-parachutist who served in Beirut, the bristling Briffaut sees a war of
civilizations against Islamism. Parts of France have become nogo areas, he says. “I
joined the National Front because I did not want to see what happened in Lebanon
happen in France.” He asks me why Trump even had to say “America First.” It’s
obvious a nation must put itself first.
After the meeting, I am joined by two leftists who worked in education before
retirement, Jean-Claude Meunier and Christiane Dufour. They hate the National
Front but will not “vote useful” for Macron. Their issue is growing inequality and
what they call the “pauperization” of France as the welfare state and workers’ rights
and salaries are gradually eroded. They wanted a “social Europe”; they got what they
see as a Europe of ruthless capitalism.
We head for a restaurant called the Kiosk of Bacchus. I order a Coke but am
brought a glass of Côte de Gascogne red wine — “our form of resistance,” Meunier
jokes. Dufour’s daughter, Geraldine Leclerc, has joined us. She is struggling as a
nurse. “It’s just more and more difficult to survive,” she says. “France is a land of
gradual degradation.” Still, we raise a glass and, of course, the steak tartare is first-rate.
An argument ensues. Cyril Jacquiot opened the restaurant last year and is
working a 75-hour week. He thinks France’s problem is not the fraying welfare state
but the fact that “there are too many acquired rights and too little will to work.”
Jacquiot tells Dufour and Meunier they are deluded. If France is the land of
“immobilisme” — roughly paralysis — it is because the French know they are
protected. “If you want less unemployment, you need more flexibility,” he says.
“People need to know they can be fired. Otherwise all sense of responsibility is lost.
You have to decide in life: Do you want to work or not?”
I listen to the escalating row. In truth, I am not sure the French will ever decide.
They live better than they admit but in a state of growing angst fed by failures they
are not quite ready to confront. That is the backdrop to Le Pen’s possible victory. It
is a frightening prospect; French streets could become battlegrounds. Insurrection is
another of those French habits that do not die easily.
Seeking quiet, I wander into a park that was once the grounds of the chateau
where Francis I made French the language of the land. The chateau, its roof sagging,
its windows boarded up, is collapsing into ruin.