Zemmour: the great shortness of breath

“QWhen I was a child…”, “My mother used to tell me…”, “My father explained to me…”. There are countless statements by Éric Zemmour beginning with these words. He hates the psychologization of politics – a thing of a female political journalist, according to him – but nevertheless, very often, situates the discussion on this ground. Like a professional politician that he denies being, he uses the family story. From this nostalgia for the France of his childhood, when others make songs of it, makes it a presidential program, the spring of his candidacy. The singularity of its history, through certain touching features, has become a universal model, the flag of those who no longer feel at home in France, the rallying cry of those already “replaced” or of those who will be.

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