Diversity Or Die
A reader mentioned this in a comment to my post on Bastille Day, and I came upon the related article at Bafweb.
The very trendy socialist mayor of Paris, Bertrand Delanoë, celebrated the French National Holiday to the rhythms and beats of African music:
France is about to become an African country, and so it was only logical that the Municipality of Paris and its loony media celebrity Delanoë chose to organize an evening of "African Rhythms" to celebrate the holiday at the Bastille.
To honor "Eternal France" were featured the following:
Alpha Bondy, Amadou et Miriam, Ba Cissoko, Jacob Desvarieux, Daby Touré, Dobet Gnahoré, Fally Ipupa, Ismaël Lô, Amel Mathlouthi, Johnny Clegg, Lokua Kanza, Mory Kanté, Sergeo Polo, Souad Massi, Les Tambours de Brazza, Zao.
The article then tells us to find the name that doesn't belong there. I have no idea. Maybe Jacob Desvarieux? It sounds almost like a French (horrors!) name...
This was entirely predictable: more eager than ever to win over votes from immigrants who flood endlessly into Paris, the mayor of the French capital has thrown overboard the dusty old chords of the accordion, and anything else that still symbolizes the moldy France of an age gone by.
In the gluey new lingo, the street dancing is placed "under the sign of diversity, of dialogue between cultures, through African music. It will be a veritable festival, an invitation to dance and to share for Parisians of all backgrounds and all generations."
But in a few years, the "dialogue of cultures", that pious falsehood whose purpose is to force the suckers to swallow, by means of forceps, the process of Africanization, will be but a distant memory. In 30 years, we will have, you can bet on it, exhibits explaining to the new Europeans what France was like "before."
So with Gay Pride, African Dances, Techno Parade, mosques by the bushel and a celebration of Ramadan, this is not a good time to be named Fernand or Rosine in Paris...