This hatred was once proportional to the global power of the United States. It was politically and culturally inspired.
On September 11, 2001, Islamists inspired by American cinema staged the apocalypse for a global audience. On that day, in New York, their horror film, targeting the proud twin towers of the World Trade Center, reached the pinnacle of the imagination of terrorists.
All political analyzes, from the simplest to the most complex, fail to account for the earthquakes caused by the collapse of these buildings full of workers who, each in his own way, participated in the American dream.
The hatred of the United States and its counterpart, the universal fascination with which Uncle Sam’s country is, two almost interchangeable faces, shook the whole earth forever.
The schism has widened within the United States itself by swallowing up political institutions, Puritan morals, and an almost childish conception of happiness and human relations. The words “God Bless America,” the title of the patriotic anthem Americans have sung for a hundred years, no longer have any real meaning.
Is it any wonder that 9/11 led to the disintegration of American belief in democracy and, as a consequence, to the devaluation of respectable and reasonable politics and politicians?
Because September 11, 2001, fifteen years later, opened the doors of the White House to Donald Trump, allowing him to scorn and insult the American virtues that made the country great.
No, God did not bless America. God damn America by submitting it to the forces of the raging far right, delirious libertarians, and brutal capitalism.
Twenty years have passed. Twenty years allowed all the racists, the uneducated, the conspirators, the intellectuals turned censor, to come together in some way. Because the extreme parties are merging to reach this “USA,” as I wrote recently.
This is something that delights those at home and elsewhere in hating the United States to the point of praising autocratic nations, even regardless of the atrocities committed in Muslim and totalitarian countries.
Blind anti-Americans, I rubbed shoulders with them, so to speak, when on the morning of September 11, 2001 I was called to Radio Canada to speak about my writing habits. When she entered the studio of Marie-France Bazou, the first plane crashed into a tower. It was panic. A few people in the studio, with an open microphone, assumed that this act of terrorism had been signed by the American far right.
When the second machine was included in the other tower, I understood. Only the jihadists succeeded in such an attack. I said that, but then some collaborators began to denounce American policy in the world. In other words, some have suggested that Americans deserve these attacks.
Unfortunately, even today, twenty years later, many are convinced of this.
What can be said more than this?
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