My friends. I have already written to you in these columns. In my appeal, perhaps with an awkwardness guided by emotion, I implored you to march, to demonstrate, to write, to petition to help those who Iran die before our eyes. Die because they can’t take this anymore Islamic dictatorship ayatollahs. Die but continue to rise to fight against these monsters that cover the earth in blood, broken bones and tears.
Die because they prefer self-respecting death to submission to monsters. Monsters who would kill me of course if they could, but who would kill you too and kill our children as they kill our soul brothers if the misfortune would one day take over our homeland. I asked you to shout so that their torturers, these “Nazilamists”are afraid for their image.
Yes, I say, fear for their image – for their reputation! Because the manipulation of our brains is their weapon, the “cleaning” of our thoughts their absolute weapon. Because they absolutely want to seduce us, to be in our eyes the place to be. Because it is a strategy, and they know of course that it would not be good for European artists and intellectuals (especially on the left) to stand against them.
Deafening silence
I know it, I promise you, if you shout, they will hear you and perhaps they will stop firing weapons of war at a people who are marching peacefully. Yes, I wrote to you for this. So that you can be heard. But didn’t say anything. Nothing written. Neither in the press, nor on the walls. No petition, no open letter. No flags fluttering in the wind and carrying cries of anger far away. Nothing. And your silence twisted my stomach. And my nights remained sleepless. Because I know how much your silence has caused our Iranian brothers who were waiting for your words to suffer. Who begged for your words.
Since then, we have been told that in a few days, 40,000, 50,000, perhaps 100,000 of them were murdered. Died after being beaten, raped, humiliated. After their families, their husbands, their wives, their children were massacred. After they killed the doctors who were dressing their wounds, after they killed their neighbor lying in the hospital, on a stretcher, with a bullet in the head.
Islamist evil
But, my friends, it is you who are being murdered. 20-year-old girls who want to laugh in the streets with their heads bare, 30-year-old boys who can no longer stand walking with their heads down, hiding to kiss a girl and dying at not being able to hold her hand. 40-year-old mothers and fathers who tremble for their children. YOU ! Because they are also, often, actresses, actors, singers, writers, directors, screenwriters, musicians, poets, designers, sculptors. Like you, they love life and art. And want a little bit of what we have and use so poorly. Freedom.
They know that it would not be good for European artists and intellectuals to stand against them
So yes, I know: some of you don’t like UNITED STATESsome people don’t like Israel. I know that for you everything that is not Islam is colonial, I even know that some of you prefer ayatollahs to priests, mullahs to priests and that no doubt many of you do not like me. But please, let’s leave that, let’s leave everything aside, our quarrels, our hatreds, our disagreements, our resentments, our political opinions and our disagreements and tomorrow thousands by millions take to the streets and shout loudly so that the murderous billionaires, the false religious people, the masters of terror and the Islamist evil which destroys Muslims first and foremost, so that these monsters can hear you. And then maybe you’ll save a few lives.
