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She Said What She Thought ... Mark Steyn on Oriana Fallaci
Steyn Online ^ | December 2006 | Mark Steyn

Posted on 01/13/2007 11:58:39 AM PST by Rummyfan

“You go fuck yourself,” said Oriana Fallaci to no one in particular in a recent New Yorker profile. “I say what I want.”

And she did. Latterly, she said what she wanted about Islam, on which subject most of us feel constrained to be more, ah, circumspect. And what she wanted to say to Islam boiled down pretty much to: go fuck yourself. She scorned Muslims for their habits of reproduction, of evacuation, of female genital mutilation. She developed obsessions both arcane – who really invented sherbet (the ancient Romans, not the “sons of Allah”) – and unhealthy, if not psychologically then certainly actuarially: what’s the deal with Mohammed’s nine-year old wife? who sodomized whom at Mehmet II’s big knees-up to mark the fall of Constantinople in 1453? These are areas in which more discreet scholars prefer to draw a veil if not the full burqa. In The Rage And The Pride she dwelt upon the hitherto neglected topic of micturition among Somali immigrants in Florence’s Cathedral Square, whom she accused of leaving “yellow streaks of urine that profaned the millenary marbles of the Baptistery”:

“Good Heavens! They really take long shots, these sons of Allah! How could they succeed in hitting so well that target protected by a balcony and more than two yards distant from their urinary apparatus?”

Rendered in what she called “the oddities of Fallaci’s English”, this is splendidly offensive and gloriously rude. But it is also, as my colleague Christopher Hitchens dismissed Signora Fallaci in these pages, “a sort of primer in how not to write about Islam”. One sees his point. Long before the first Muslim convenience store opened in a British city, the “gents” in every rural pub had a streaked wall over the urinals boasting unfeasibly high-tide marks crayoned on the plaster, at impressive distance from the “urinary apparatus”. A few years back, during a long bus trip for major-league baseball owners, the driver was obliged to make a roadside stop for Gene Autry to relieve himself: as he reboarded, George W Bush congratulated the old singing cowboy on his “great spray”. If anything, Muslim men seem to be somewhat more fastidious in this area than your average beery Brit or Frenchman: In his will, Mohammed Atta left instructions for any woman examining his corpse in that particular neighborhood to wear gloves because he didn’t want the old twig-and-berries to have been contaminated by unclean infidel-whore morticians when he got to paradise and hit the old virgin jackpot. The “long shots” of the sons of Allah is not the firmest ground on which to defend western civilization.

Nevertheless, and with respect to Mr Hitchens, if there is a primer in how to write about Islam, that doesn’t seem to be getting us very far either. Who ya gonna believe? The President’s sappy “religion of peace” speeches or your lyin’ eyes? La Fallaci (as she styled herself) disdained what the French philosopher Alain Finkelkraut calls the west’s “penitential narcissism” and, in an age of absurd abasement, found many takers for her bravura rejection thereof. After all, if Muslims are so ready to take offence, you might as well give ’em some. The problem, after all, is not that the sons of Allah are “long shots” but that they’re certainties: every Continental under the age of 40 – okay, make that 60, if not 75 – is all but guaranteed to end his days living in an Islamified Eurabia. That being so, why not have some gleeful sport along the road to servitude?

Oriana Fallaci was, on the one hand, an unlikely Crusader. Petite physically if in no other sense, she was a feminist, a secularist, a leftist. On the other hand, who has most to lose? At a time when uncovered women are jeered at and intimidated when they walk through certain suburbs of Continental cities, La Fallaci might have expected the other divas to rally to the cause. Instead, such feminist warhorses as Germaine Greer managed to give the impression they found Islam a bit of a turn-on: here’s the patriarchal society they’ve been pining for all along. As for the secular elites of the west, insofar as there is a theocratic menace, it’s not the Wahhabis but Bush and the evangelicals with a bit of help from (as Harold Pinter put it) “Tony Blair as a hired Christian thug”. So the lioness in winter roused herself and sallied forth to save post-Christian Europe from itself.

She was, like the book title says, full of rage and passion. “Passion” is a diminished word these days, routinely appended by politicians to dreary boilerplate about prescription drugs for seniors or some such. But La Fallaci was bursting with it. Fiercely beautiful well into her cancer-ravaged old age, she had that careless sensuality that anglophone womanhood can rarely carry off. She didn’t subscribe to the old aphrodisiac-of-power clichés: on the contrary, she often found alpha males one big zzzzzzzz, and great men had the vague sensation their “apparatus” was withering under her gaze. Castro was smelly and Arafat was a blowsy old queen – “a massive trunk, huge hips… red and fleshy lips”. Still, she regarded an interview as “coitus”, and she didn’t always mean it metaphorically. Two days after interviewing Alekos Panagoulis, a briefly fashionable revolutionary who’d attempted to assassinate the Greek leader Papadopoulos, Oriana became his lover. When their turbulent relationship ended with his death in a car crash, rumored to have been politically engineered, Oriana wrote a book – Un uomo (A man) – that few other credible journalists could have gotten away with.

One would have been only mildly surprised had her interview with Ayatollah Khomeini followed the same trajectory. After traveling to Qom and kicking her heels for ten days waiting for him to agree to see her, she was ushered – barefoot and wearing a chador - into his presence and found what she subsequently described as the most handsome old man she’d ever met. In his own way, he must have dug the crazy Italian chick: The meeting was terminated when she tore off “this stupid medieval rag” and hurled her chador to the floor. But he agreed to return a day or two later to finish the interview.

It seems a fantastical encounter now: a man who’d just shoveled every female in supposedly the most modernized of Middle Eastern nations back into “medieval rags” versus the apotheosis of the ballbusting western career woman. The phrase “personality interviewer” is grossly devalued these days: look at Mike Wallace’s cringe-making oleaginous encounter with today’s Iranian must-get, President Ahmadinejad. Indeed, Wallace seems to have found Ahmadinejad more attractive (“very smart, savvy, self-assured, good looking in a strange way”) than Fallaci found Khomeini. She was by that stage “the greatest political interviewer of modern times” (Rolling Stone), and yet unlike so many of the bland bigshots jetting from foreign ministry to presidential palace she gravitated to power mainly for the opportunities it afforded to knee it in the crotch. She asked the Ayatollah indignant questions about the executions of prostitutes and homosexuals and he sneered at women like her for going around uncovered “dragging behind them a tail of men”. It wasn’t all rage and passion; she did brusque and off-hand pretty lethally, too: “Don’t you find,” she asked Henry Kissinger during Vietnam, fighting vainly the old ennui, “that it’s been a useless war?” “On this, I can agree,” said the Secretary of State.

Her interviews and war reporting made her a wealthy woman, with homes in Florence, the Tuscan countryside and Manhattan. Not bad for a girl from a working-class family, a child of anti-Mussolini Communist partisans who turned to journalism at 16 only as a means of paying her way to medical school. By the time the cancer was diagnosed, the chain-smoking dynamo had done everything her profession could offer. Then came September 11th. And Corriere Della Sera very deftly tempted her out of semi-official retirement to unburden herself of her thoughts on the, er, unfortunate events. Even then, even in those first weeks, the “cicadas” (as she called them) of cultural relativism were chirruping their pneumatic songs of eternal evasion. In her bestselling post-9/11 improvised aria, La Fallaci was certainly shrill but perhaps not as shrill as those who in the face of a mountain of evidence insist from every university, every interior ministry, every Anglican pulpit that there’s nothing to see here, nothing to ask, nothing to ponder, no great questions over Europe’s future.

She had never lacked bravery. Indeed, she was almost insanely brave. But this wasn’t like flipping the bird to some strutting generalissimo. She must have been surprised by how organized the Muslim opposition was: the Islamic Centre of Berne, the Somali Association of Geneva, the SOS Racism of Lausanne, and a group of Muslim immigrants in Neuchatel, just to name a random sampling of Swiss plaintiffs. What would not have surprised her was the weirdly masochistic pleasure the European judiciary derived from facilitating their attempts to silence her. The Federal Office of Justice in Berne asked the Italian government to extradite her so she could be charged under Article 261b of the Swiss Criminal Code – or, as she called it, the “He-didn’t-chase-me-because-I’m-a-thief-but-because-I’m-a-Muslim” clause. She was sued in France, where suits against writers are routine now. An Italian magistrate indicted her and, because of the European Arrest Warrant, which includes charges of “xenophobia” as grounds for extradition from one EU nation to another, most of the Continent became unsafe for her to set foot in. Only in the last ten days, when she knew she would not live to make her first court date, did she return from political exile to die in a home town defiled less by immigrant urine than by the watery emissions of incontinent fainthearts and appeasers.

I never really thought cancer would get Oriana Fallaci. She seemed so full of fire in the last few years that one felt certain any tumor would shrivel to ash inside her. But the legal harassment from her enemies and their appeasers must have taken their toll. The books were huge sellers but old friends kept their distance. As for those on the left who acknowledged the threat, she parted company there, too. This year, a dozen intellectuals, including Ayaan Hirsi Ali and Salman Rushdie, published a manifesto against Islamism and in defense of “secular values for all”. All are doughty warriors and important allies in Europe’s present struggle. But La Fallaci, a lifelong atheist, had come to the conclusion that secular humanism was an insufficient rallying cry, that it had in some sense led to the gaping nullity of contemporary European identity which Islam had simply steamrollered. By the end, she was if not a Christian then, as she formulated it, a “Christian atheist”. In 2005 she was granted a private audience with Pope Benedict on the understanding that she would never divulge what was discussed. It would be interesting to know, but it’s safe to say that for once it wasn’t “Go fuck yourself. I say what I want.”

At the height of her fame thirty years ago Oriana Fallaci seemed to embody the triumph of the post-Christian west. The apotheosis of the independent emancipated woman, she lived long enough to understand that its hyper-rationalism was, in point of fact, wholly irrational, and she was big enough to change her mind on that without changing her glorious voice. She was a beautiful writer. If her sin is that she went too far, in a craven culture that recoils even from first steps that is not the worst. Brava, la Fallaci.


TOPICS: News/Current Events
KEYWORDS: fallaci; marksteyn; orianafallaci; steyn
Language Warning!
1 posted on 01/13/2007 11:58:42 AM PST by Rummyfan
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To: Rummyfan

She's 100% correct about arabs bathroom habits ... I'm in Orlando and I know that the major hotels put rooms aside for arabs... they don't diaper their children , they train them to poop and pee in a corner like a monkey ... The hotels charge them full rack rate and shampoo and sanitize the carpets after they leave... I personally was on a TWA flight to LV NV in 2000 and had the pleasure of being 2 rows behind an arab couple that let their kid poop on the seatcushion rather than taking him to the toilet... I was one of the few that stayed on the plane during a stop in St Louis and the ground crew sure enough muttered F***ing ARABS... they've seen it before...


2 posted on 01/13/2007 12:05:09 PM PST by Neidermeyer
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To: Rummyfan
But La Fallaci, a lifelong atheist, had come to the conclusion that secular humanism was an insufficient rallying cry, that it had in some sense led to the gaping nullity of contemporary European identity which Islam had simply steamrollered. By the end, she was if not a Christian then, as she formulated it, a “Christian atheist”. In 2005 she was granted a private audience with Pope Benedict on the understanding that she would never divulge what was discussed. It would be interesting to know, but it’s safe to say that for once it wasn’t “Go fuck yourself. I say what I want.”

Brava Indeed!

3 posted on 01/13/2007 12:10:40 PM PST by Rummyfan (Iraq: Give therapeutic violence a chance!)
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To: Neidermeyer

4 posted on 01/13/2007 12:13:03 PM PST by knarf (Islamists kill each other ... News wall-to-wall, 24/7 .. don't touch that dial.)
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To: Rummyfan

Beautiful eulogy. Thanks for posting this


5 posted on 01/13/2007 12:13:30 PM PST by Lorianne
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To: Rummyfan
This is a good article. Although I haven't read The Rage and The Pride, this is an interesting article about the woman herself ... I wonder what the Pope told her?
6 posted on 01/13/2007 12:16:09 PM PST by Ken522
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To: Rummyfan
Interesting. Wiki shows her as a member of the WWII resistance movement. Sounds (and she even kind of looks) like she was the Anne Coulter of her day.....
7 posted on 01/13/2007 12:27:52 PM PST by GoldCountryRedneck ("Idiocy - Never under estimate the power of stupid people in large numbers" - despair.com)
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To: Rummyfan
Language Warning!

This is like yelling "Fore!" after watching some guy drop. :-)

Good article.

8 posted on 01/13/2007 12:28:37 PM PST by decimon
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To: Rummyfan

Writer and subject well matched.


9 posted on 01/13/2007 12:32:13 PM PST by Buckhead
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To: Rummyfan
Steyn saved some of his best writing to eulogize someoneone who was one of the best writers in the twentieth century.
10 posted on 01/13/2007 12:54:59 PM PST by HardStarboard (Give Pelosi and Reid Enough Rope to Hang Themselves.)
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To: Buckhead
Afternoon, friend.

This makes you wonder whether there will be someone with the vision and verbal power, in 60 years or so, to write a proper article on the passing of Mark Steyn.

John / Billybob
11 posted on 01/13/2007 12:57:36 PM PST by Congressman Billybob (Please get involved: www.ArmorforCongress.com)
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To: Ken522

If you haven't read The Rage and the Pride, you should. It's a glorious read, with some really splendid passages.

You can find it in several places on the internet. It's not too long to read by computer. Here, for instance:

http://italian.about.com/library/fallaci/blfallaci01.htm


12 posted on 01/13/2007 12:58:35 PM PST by Cicero (Marcus Tullius)
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To: Pokey78

Steyn ping


13 posted on 01/13/2007 1:02:56 PM PST by To Hell With Poverty (If this city were any 'bluer', it'd be spelled 'bleu'.)
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To: Rummyfan

If I were to hazard a guess, Fallaci has given up her unwanted mantle and Steyn has unwittingly assumed it.


14 posted on 01/13/2007 1:06:42 PM PST by Gritty (Who ya gonna believe? The President’s sappy “religion of peace” speeches or your lyin’ eyes?-M Steyn)
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To: Rummyfan; Pokey78; definitelynotaliberal; Merta; Alouette; SJackson; Salem; fanfan; GMMAC; Clive; ..

Mark Steyn ping.


15 posted on 01/13/2007 1:08:12 PM PST by Alexander Rubin (Octavius - You make my heart glad building thus, as if Rome is to be eternal.)
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To: Ken522

It's worth a read. Her English phrasing is indeed peculiar in places, but she surely doesn't mince words. She saw the darkness coming. It hasn't retreated an inch. Islam is the enemy. All of it. All of them.


16 posted on 01/13/2007 1:27:05 PM PST by Noumenon (The Koran is the Mein Kampf of a religion that has always aimed to eliminate the others - O. Fallaci)
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To: GoldCountryRedneck
Sounds (and she even kind of looks) like she was the Anne Coulter of her day.....

Fallaci was on the Left - albeit a liberal who despised totalitarianism of any political stripe - whereas Coulter is on the Right. Also, having read The Rage and the Pride I think Coulter is a far better wordsmith, at least in English. (For all I know, La Fallaci reads brilliantly in Italian.)

This is a good column. Is it older? I vaguely recollect reading something like it in the fall.

17 posted on 01/13/2007 1:53:41 PM PST by RansomOttawa (tm)
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To: RansomOttawa
Fallaci was on the Left - whereas Coulter is on the Right.

Oh. I've never read Fallacis' books; only aware of her name via WWII history when she and her father went up against the Italian fascists.

I guess my assumption was based on the anti-idiotarian Fallaci Award started by LGF (Little Green Footballs)...

18 posted on 01/13/2007 2:18:08 PM PST by GoldCountryRedneck ("Idiocy - Never under estimate the power of stupid people in large numbers" - despair.com)
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To: Rummyfan

BUMP


19 posted on 01/13/2007 2:21:19 PM PST by Lancey Howard
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To: Gritty

Well said, and very possibly true.


20 posted on 01/13/2007 2:22:44 PM PST by gcruse (http://garycruse.blogspot.com/)
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To: Rummyfan
La Fallaci was astounded by the grim, determined silence on the part of who she thought were here feminist colleagues toward a political and religious movement so misogynistic that it defies description. Like Christopher Hitchens she understood that the left has become so reflexive that it no longer attempts to judge actions by ideals, but only by whom its enemies are. And so we have a Germaine Greer defending the proponents of female circumcision and the burqa because she happens to share their political enemies.

Such hope as there may be in all this is that in the end Fallaci's parents and she herself did end up fighting fascism after all, though for a time it seemed advantageous to allow it to tear down the old order. That isn't a great deal of comfort but it's something - should it come to the barricades we are likely to have the denizens of the Daily Kos alongside us asking politely to be taught how to shoot. At that point the barricades will be on Main Street.

21 posted on 01/13/2007 2:40:01 PM PST by Billthedrill
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To: an italian
Ping to my Italian friend! Oriana tribute by Mark Steyn, the greatest editorial writer of today, to the greatest journalist of 20th century.
22 posted on 01/13/2007 3:44:46 PM PST by Forgiven_Sinner (Here's an experiment for God's existence: Ask Him to contact you.)
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To: Alexander Rubin
"She was by that stage “the greatest political interviewer of modern times” (Rolling Stone), and yet unlike so many of the bland bigshots jetting from foreign ministry to presidential palace she gravitated to power mainly for the opportunities it afforded to knee it in the crotch."

LOL!!  !

23 posted on 01/13/2007 6:55:02 PM PST by Salem (FREE REPUBLIC - Fighting to win within the Arena of the War of Ideas! So get in the fight!)
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To: Salem

I loved that part too.


24 posted on 01/14/2007 3:33:18 AM PST by Alexander Rubin (Octavius - You make my heart glad building thus, as if Rome is to be eternal.)
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To: Rummyfan

bttt


25 posted on 01/14/2007 7:34:56 PM PST by technochick99 ( Firearm of choice: Sig Sauer....)
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To: Rummyfan


Great Steyn post.

She was a good human that recognizes the threat that Islam is for the rest of us. Even at her advanced age she was a beautiful woman. That alone tells you that what you think inside, is displayed outside.


26 posted on 01/14/2007 7:55:18 PM PST by Malsua
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To: Cicero

"We’ll never know the number of dead. (Forty thousand, fifty thousand?) The Americans will never tell, so as not to underline the intensity of this apocalypse."

Anybody have any thoughts on that?


27 posted on 01/16/2007 11:23:56 PM PST by dsc
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