Wyatt_Junker
06-23-2005, 09:44 AM
Truth is always a fire burning inside.
“Civilizations die from suicide, not by murder,” the historian Arnold Toynbee wrote, and these words could certainly be Ms. Fallaci’s. She is in a black gloom about Europe and its future: “The increased presence of Muslims in Italy, and in Europe, is directly proportional to our loss of freedom.” There is about her a touch of Oswald Spengler, the German philosopher and prophet of decline, as well as a flavor of Samuel Huntington and his clash of civilizations. But above all there is pessimism, pure and unashamed. When I ask her what “solution” there might be to prevent the European collapse of which she speaks, Ms. Fallaci flares up like a lit match. “How do you dare to ask me for a solution? It’s like asking Seneca for a solution. You remember what he did?” She then says “Phwah, phwah,” and gestures at slashing her wrists. “He committed suicide!” Seneca was accused of being involved in a plot to murder the emperor Nero. Without a trial, he was ordered by Nero to kill himself. One senses that Ms. Fallaci sees in Islam the shadow of Nero. “What could Seneca do?” she asks, with a discernible shudder. “He knew it would end that way—with the fall of the Roman Empire. But he could do nothing.”
The impending Fall of the West, as she sees it, now torments Ms. Fallaci. And as much as that Fall, what torments her is the blithe way in which the West is marching toward its precipice of choice. “Look at the school system of the West today. Students do not know history! They don’t, for Christ’s sake. They don’t know who Churchill was! In Italy, they don’t even know who Cavour was!”—a reference to Count Camillo Benso di Cavour, the conservative father, with the radical Garibaldi, of Modern Italy. Ms. Fallaci, rarely reverent, pauses here to reflect on the man, and on the question of where all the conservatives have gone in Europe. “In the beginning, I was dismayed, and I asked, how is it possible that we do not have Cavour . . . just one Cavour, uno? He was a revolutionary, and yes, he was not of the left. Italy needs a Cavour—Europe needs a Cavour.” Ms. Fallaci describes herself, too, as “a revolutionary”—“because I do what conservatives in Europe don’t do, which is that I don’t accept to be treated like a delinquent.” She professes to “cry, sometimes, because I’m not 20 years younger, and I’m not healthy. But if I were, I would even sacrifice my writing to enter politics somehow.”
Here she pauses to light a slim black cigarillo, and then to take a sip of champagne. Its chill makes her grimace, but fortified, she returns to vehement speech, more clearly evocative of Oswald Spengler than at any time in our interview. “You cannot survive if you do not know the past. We know why all the other civilizations have collapsed—from an excess of welfare, of richness, and from lack of morality, of spirituality.” (She uses “welfare” here in the sense of well-being, so she is talking, really, of decadence.) “The moment you give up your principles, and your values . . . the moment you laugh at those principles, and those values, you are dead, your culture is dead, your civilization is dead. Period.” The force with which she utters the word “dead” here is startling. I reach for my flute of champagne, as if for a crutch.
Link here (http://www.opinionjournal.com/columnists/tvaradarajan/?id=110006858)
“Civilizations die from suicide, not by murder,” the historian Arnold Toynbee wrote, and these words could certainly be Ms. Fallaci’s. She is in a black gloom about Europe and its future: “The increased presence of Muslims in Italy, and in Europe, is directly proportional to our loss of freedom.” There is about her a touch of Oswald Spengler, the German philosopher and prophet of decline, as well as a flavor of Samuel Huntington and his clash of civilizations. But above all there is pessimism, pure and unashamed. When I ask her what “solution” there might be to prevent the European collapse of which she speaks, Ms. Fallaci flares up like a lit match. “How do you dare to ask me for a solution? It’s like asking Seneca for a solution. You remember what he did?” She then says “Phwah, phwah,” and gestures at slashing her wrists. “He committed suicide!” Seneca was accused of being involved in a plot to murder the emperor Nero. Without a trial, he was ordered by Nero to kill himself. One senses that Ms. Fallaci sees in Islam the shadow of Nero. “What could Seneca do?” she asks, with a discernible shudder. “He knew it would end that way—with the fall of the Roman Empire. But he could do nothing.”
The impending Fall of the West, as she sees it, now torments Ms. Fallaci. And as much as that Fall, what torments her is the blithe way in which the West is marching toward its precipice of choice. “Look at the school system of the West today. Students do not know history! They don’t, for Christ’s sake. They don’t know who Churchill was! In Italy, they don’t even know who Cavour was!”—a reference to Count Camillo Benso di Cavour, the conservative father, with the radical Garibaldi, of Modern Italy. Ms. Fallaci, rarely reverent, pauses here to reflect on the man, and on the question of where all the conservatives have gone in Europe. “In the beginning, I was dismayed, and I asked, how is it possible that we do not have Cavour . . . just one Cavour, uno? He was a revolutionary, and yes, he was not of the left. Italy needs a Cavour—Europe needs a Cavour.” Ms. Fallaci describes herself, too, as “a revolutionary”—“because I do what conservatives in Europe don’t do, which is that I don’t accept to be treated like a delinquent.” She professes to “cry, sometimes, because I’m not 20 years younger, and I’m not healthy. But if I were, I would even sacrifice my writing to enter politics somehow.”
Here she pauses to light a slim black cigarillo, and then to take a sip of champagne. Its chill makes her grimace, but fortified, she returns to vehement speech, more clearly evocative of Oswald Spengler than at any time in our interview. “You cannot survive if you do not know the past. We know why all the other civilizations have collapsed—from an excess of welfare, of richness, and from lack of morality, of spirituality.” (She uses “welfare” here in the sense of well-being, so she is talking, really, of decadence.) “The moment you give up your principles, and your values . . . the moment you laugh at those principles, and those values, you are dead, your culture is dead, your civilization is dead. Period.” The force with which she utters the word “dead” here is startling. I reach for my flute of champagne, as if for a crutch.
Link here (http://www.opinionjournal.com/columnists/tvaradarajan/?id=110006858)