marine le pen On Sunday, France's worst side won the first round. It must not win the second. This coming Sunday, will the Front National, a despicable party led by a nepotistic clique replete with ex-cons pining for the good old days of wedge politics, gain control of entire regions of the country?
Whether there was acquiescence or complicity before or after the fact of the fall of Srebrenica, Washington pivoted its policy toward satisfying Milosevic's territorial demands. The mythology of peace in BiH continues to be dominated by tales of age-old hatreds as well as ethnic chauvinist politics.
Enough of the indecent psychodrama surrounding Marine Le Pen and her father. Enough of the indulgent, sentimental, and voyeuristic commentary about the daughter "sacrificing" a poor King Lear, leaving him to rave on his moor in St. Cloud. And most of all, enough of the obscene political whitewashing that the entire affair has enabled. Because, after all, what is the reality?
François Margolin's new film, L'Antiquaire (which might be called 'The Art Dealer' if and when it is released in the English-speaking world), is fiction. But it is also a meditation on one of the great French scandals of the last 65 years: the dispossession of Jewish art collectors during the Second World War.
A world without Jews indeed would not be a world. A world in which the Jews once again became the scapegoats for all people's fears and frustrations would be a world in which free people could not breathe easy and the enslaved would be even more enslaved.