Charles de Gaulle: Why Your Parents Hate France

Why do Americans hate France?

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Your elderly neighbors, your irate father, and the pundit noise machine all have two things in common: (1) they are really angry about going bald and (2) they all hate France. They think France is the worst. France is beyond redemption. Even among all the anti-foreign nonsense these people spout, their statements on France stand out as completely insane.

Bill O’Reilly, for example, alleged that France is wholly responsible for creating its domestic terrorist threat – though when buses blow up in England, the same charge is not leveled. (The English know what they’re doing – England never surrendered during World War II, after all.) He, and others, also thought France was terrible for not supporting the War in Iraq and we should boycott them – but not Germany, which also opposed the war. (The Germans are honest people, unlike the French. The Germans make guttural noises and forge steel and hate Communism.) There is an anti-French mother lode in the gold mine of the American collective unconscious, and Bill O’Reilly is our dowsing rod.

This disappoints me. Sure, French-American politics may not a mutual lovefest, but that’s true anywhere: Japan, Brazil, India, China, Germany; all have their disagreements with the U.S. over important issues. And most individual French, especially those younger than 35, love the U.S. They love our music and movies. They love our Fuck You attitude, to the extent that it reminds them of themselves. They even love our steadfast – if largely rhetorical – support of democracy. (more…)

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