A proclamation against Isis, the party of death

tags: ISIS

Simon Schama is a Financial Times contributing editor

If, after the Paris slaughters, there is to be a war, let it first be a war of ideas armed with the only weapons that have not yet been tried: the principles of social decency; the norms on which our daily lives rest, most often untested, unspoken, untried as we go about our daily business of making a living, raising a family, a bit of art here, a bit of sport there, some music, some cooking, some loving. 

Until Friday night I thought “the pursuit of happiness” an anomaly among the “self-evident” truths of the American Declaration of Independence; Thomas Jefferson’s Hallmark card sentiment beside the bigger nostrums of “life” and “liberty”. But the “carefully chosen targets” of the Islamist militants of Isis were exactly the places where we go to pursue our little share of weekend pleasure: the football ground, the music hall, the café, streets such as those around the Canal St-Martin where people stroll and sit, joke, gossip, flirt. These are spots where friends find that bounce of delight in one another’s company; where strangers — often of different tongues, countries, habits of belief — ex­change glances and chat with something other than massacre on their minds.

Suddenly these places, characterised by the pleasure-exterminators of Isis as dens of “prostitution and vice”, seem bigger than mere resorts of casual entertainment. Instead, they seem to be at the heart of the urban innocence, emblems of the openness that the assassins of joy want to turn into a graveyard where sociability is patrolled by the morality police. Isis would see them turned into somewhere spontaneity is replaced by the tyranny instituted in its Syrian stronghold of Raqqa, a place of tuneless silence, fear, torture and rape. It would create a place where public entertainment and education is the summons to a public execution; a landscape with mass graves of the kind discovered after the Kurdish liberation of the Iraqi town of Sinjar. Among the most horrifying aspects of Friday’s outrage was the reported youth of the mass murderers: young men with the usual moronic shouts invoking godly legitimacy on their atrocity, visiting death on their own generation. 

After 9/11 I believed refusing to be cowed into silence would be the best revenge. After this year’s Charlie Hebdo murder, I hoped the magazine’s satirists would not lose their taste for scandalous disrespect. It is to be hoped the kindness of strangers is not wiped out by terror.

And even in the midst of the bloody mayhem, there were potent signs of common decency: the French football team refusing to leave their German opponents when the latter were unable to return to their hotel, threatened as it had been by bomb threats; the #portesouvertes hashtag that sprang up on Twitter to open doors to anyone unable to make it back to a place of safety. ...

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