by François Nicoullaud
To understand the unanimous emotion which has swept and is still sweeping the French population after the massacre that took place on the premises of Charlie Hebdo, one has to keep in mind that the journalists and caricaturists of Charlie Hebdo were immensely popular among the French: not as stars of the media, nor as towering intellectuals, but as good pals living next door, the kind of friends you were always happy to come across at the café downstairs for a good laugh, for an unbridled exchange of jokes on the latest events in French and world politics: the bigger the better, good or bad taste did not matter.
Bad taste was indeed part of the game, it had started with de Gaulle’s death in 1970: “Tragic Prom Night in Colombey: one dead” was the magazine’s headline at the time—and it hadn’t stopped since. But the jokes were never heinous or hateful, even their worst enemies—Le Pen, long-time head of the French extreme-right party, “le Front National” and his daughter, Marine, presently head of the same party, all the extremists, Nazis and neo-Nazis, and all the bigots around the world—however turned into ridicule, were never denied a personality or the quality of human beings. One almost had the impression that, with a last laugh and a good slap on the back, everything would work out.
And this has been going on for more than forty years. At least two generations have been immersed in this kind of humor, not only through Charlie Hebdo itself, whose headlines and front-page cartoons were visible to all each week in the ubiquitous newsstands of France, but also through the drawings and chronicles that the same journalists were producing (in a more sedate way) for other newspapers and magazines: you could meet them in Le Monde, in l’Observateur, in Paris-Match and many others. Wolinski, Cabu were, in particular, extraordinarily prolific; their style was familiar to every French household.
The staff of Charlie Hebdo knew, of course, that joking about Islam and its extremists could provoke very bad jokes in return. After a serious arson attack on the magazine’s offices in 2011, they chose to continue on the same path.S téphane Charbonnier, known as Charb, the last editor, used to say: “Better to die on your feet than live on your knees.” This is what happened January 7.
Peace to their pure and brave souls… Many hearty laughs up there! And thanks on their behalf for all the support which has so immediately and spontaneously emerged around the world!
Credit: Photo by Valentina Calà, used via Creative Commons.