tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54377778298993075412024-02-19T02:10:19.300-08:00The Sowers VoiceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462424433838953649noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437777829899307541.post-17997413132147154982017-06-10T09:40:00.001-07:002017-06-10T09:40:21.960-07:00Isn’t it urgent to cut the state of emergency?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">On Wednesday, May 24, Emmanuel Macron announced his intention to have an umpteenth extension of the state of emergency voted for until the 1st November 2017. It will be the sixth extension since the attacks in the Bataclan in November 2015 where 130 people were killed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">«I think that when you run for president you need to listen to and respect the advice of the highest jurisdictions, the Conseil Constitutionnel and the Conseil d’Etat. Both say that the state of emergency cannot be permanent.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">… It seems to me that, in view of all the equipment at the service of our police and our justice departments, we have everything we need to fight against terrorism efficiently, without maintaining a state of emergency."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Actually everything has already been planned in the two anti-terrorist and intelligence laws that were voted during the mandate of François Hollande. The policemen and intelligence agents have been provided with new equipment and measures: electronic surveillance, night raids, house arrests,dissolution of associations, deportation of imams that preach violence…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">So why continue to mothball our democracy?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Through the state of emergency the arbitrariness of the state and the police is reinforced, and the control of justice is lessened.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The authorities have every power on the circulation and stay of people, on the closing of places open to the public, on the right to demonstrate, on administrative searches without the control of a judge.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The Human Rights League and the Union of French lawyers are worried about these downward slides and denounce a violation of the rights of freedom, of safety, freedom of movement, private life, freedom of association and of expression.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Far too many administrative searches are conducted for common right affairs, not linked in any way to terrorist activities. Even worse « the state can look for any information on any electronic or computing device, specifically any information accessible via PIN or password collected during a search, any content stored on the web », according to La Quadrature du Net. In fact, the safety of our numeric data would be threatened.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Under the state of emergency an authoritarian government overwhelmed by a stream of demonstrations and social movements would be absolutely free to strike much harder its opponents.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Who can believe that Macron’s intention to reform the work code by ruling is not going to bring about an eruption of social conflicts? In the context of the state of emergency will it be possible to commit oneself and campaign freely on the public space without risking violent actions from the forces of order?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">It is clear that a majority of French people is favourable to an extension of the state of emergency, because they live in fear, a fear that is skillfully maintained by some political parties. Nevertheless French people are getting disillusioned when they realise that these measures are not always efficient, and they cease to believe in them. (a survey run by YouGov for the HuffPost and ITélé 20/07/2016).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"We are told to go out and enjoy life, to shout that we are not afraid, but we won’t hear this message of hope and resilience if we live too long with measures restricting our liberties », says Ecology MP Noël Mamère, adding rightly «We are sending a message of resignation to the Islamic State, who wants to prove that our rule of law is weak. »</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Benoît Hamon is right, « the state of emergency does not perform any function any longer except for a symbolic function ». We have to reinforce and coordinate all the intelligence services and allocate more police forces in the field, including in difficult areas.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And above all work ahead for a fairer, more humanistic, more egalitarian</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">and more secular society, so that never again sons and daughters of France radicalize to the point of taking arms against their own country. Terrorism is a war led by an army that has no notion of crime against humanity and doesn’t care at all about international laws. We must fight for freedom and against every single kind of discrimination. If Paris is to be celebrated, so is our capacity to live together!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">His name is Edmund. His back and pelvis are but a gaping wound, his bedsore getting even worse with the urine. He fouled himself early in the night, right after the nursing auxiliary's visit. He is waiting for dawn, which he can see through the bars of the bed. His last attack left him paralyzed, and this is the only trip he’s been able to take since: turn his head from the window to the door, through which only the nursing auxiliary gets in, from the door to the window of his retirement home’s bedroom and back again, from indignity to the destitution of an ending life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Her name is Marie-Jo and she has just finished her night shift. The night shift is hell, but during the day she can take better care of her son; she is a single mother. Her co-worker and herself had to use a torch to look after the sixty-six residents. Marie-Jo is exhausted, her legs feel heavy and her breath is short; while diving into the underground she thinks that she should have paid a last visit to the paralyzed man who can only move his head. Early in the morning she will pick her son up in her suburban flat and take him to school, she will stifle her revolt against her working conditions; her empathy is at its lowest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">His name is Halim, he works in a business bank in the City ; stuck with an important file he doesn’t go out of the office until late at night, and feels happy to break the Ramadan fast on this lovely spring evening. He goes for a coke in a bar at Borough Market, on the south bank of the Thames. But the djihadists do not care about spring; they stab him savagely, leaving </span><span style="font-size: small;">his tears and his blood to soak the London asphalt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Her name is Katia, she has cried all night clutching her teddy bear. She refuses to go back to her primary school: the other children make fun of her breasts, already as big as clementines. She knows that mom and dad are worried, they talk of early puberty, of environmental factors, of endocrine disruptors. Katia thought that the poison was only sprinkled on witches’ apples, that the kiss of a prince could save you from those spells. Katia’s parents have made an appointment with an endocrinologist, they know that the poison is everywhere and is insidiously and recklessly spread.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Her name is Sue. She is watching the manatees at the Orlando Seaworld. The girls in her group at the Miami Dade College often compare her to that marine animal, that sea cow which symbolizes Florida. Sue is convinced that there are similarities between them, especially their weight and their nonchalance. A Conservation Association is collecting funds because the species is threatened, maimed by speed boards’ propellers, poisoned by the phosphate used in intensive agriculture. Sue takes out a five dollars note. When she hears that this animal can eat up to fifty kilos of vegetables a day she turns on her heels, squeezed into her tee-shirt, and goes to get a box of pop corn and a hot-dog.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">His name is Florent. This is the second time he’s woken up with a start that night. He absolutely has to sleep if he wants to be able to work tomorrow. He has the same recurring nightmare: he is drowning in a pool of blood. He gets up, his body aches with stiffness; he has a sleeping pill in a glass of water. Tomorrow morning he’ll be back at the slaughter house. Florent works at the beginning of the chain: he puts a finishing touch to the cutting of the bovines’ heads. One minute and fifteen seconds each. The post of second « knocker », who checked if the beasts were dead after their throats were cut, was removed. Florent sometimes sees live bovines arriving on the chain of cutting. But he knows that he mustn’t say anything if he wants to keep his job at the slaughter house and all the inherent advantages. So he tries to build an armor of insensitiveness and indifference, to forget the acrid and sticky odour of blood, and the deafening noise of the machines.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">His name is Ahmad, he is seven and he lives in a tent on the road going to the closed border of Hungary. Ahmad was at home in Idilb, Syria, when a bomb blasted his house at night. He survived, but his younger brothers were not as lucky. Ahmad’s parents had to leave with their only surviving child. They have been fleeing for sixteen days. Since then Ahmad has had trouble going to sleep, and he has a lot of nightmares. His mother has to build some kind of shelter with a blanket and pillows to make him feel safe. Still, Ahmad has lost the power to dream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">His name is Bastien. He has spent the whole night watching the news. Shattered by the media leitmotiv: Brigitte’s (Macron) skirt, Manu’s (Macron) manly handshake and the much awaited drop in unemployment, he watches the arrival of dawn through the window.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">There’s no more work in the valley, he has tried everything. His wife Leïla has left to work for a season on the Côte d’Azur. He hasn’t heard from her in three weeks. The winter truce is over, he’s going to be expelled. The social worker has told him that their children would be placed in foster care. He will not take them to school today: they are no longer accepted in the canteen because he could not pay. In front of his TV set that is still pouring the same crap Bastien is not even angry any longer, he is out, his dignity is crushed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(How about giving peace a chance?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Written by François Weil</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Translated by Rebecca Schurtz </span></div>
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