As a writer, I have to speak about the assassinations in Paris. Here are the fragmentary thoughts that kept me awake last night:
Another name for the will to absolute power — in the name of God or not — is fascism.
Another name for murder without guilt is psychopathy.
No religious excuses. If you have to “defend” your ideas with guns, you have no ideas to defend.
Islamist radicals are not listening to mainstream Muslims who condemn these terrorist acts. They are listening to their own online voices. Each side claims that the other’s view is false religion. Both sides call themselves Muslims. If so, than a part of Islam has given itself over to unspeakable violence.
How do we put a stop to this reality without inflicting bigotry on peaceful Muslims?
This cruel attack on freedom of expression knocks the breath right out of me. As a native New Yorker who carries 9/11 in her bones, I stand up and say “je m’appelle Charlie.”
I mourn the death of such necessary souls: satirists, jesters, clowns. In their memory, let’s raise hell — or at least support those who mock idiots.
That’s all I have to say.