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You can eat all of the pig … but you might want to find out how it was farmed

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Here’s looking at you – a Duroc pig grazing in the Jura Photo: Les Meilleurs cochons du monde

Don’t turn up your nose at fromage de tête, more widely available in France than in Britain or, I imagine, the US, but still a traditional dish wherever people eat pork.

Fromage de tête on display in a butcher’s shop in Dole Photo: Tony Cross

« You can eat all of a pig but its squeal.” (I was sure that we used to say “You can eat all of a pig but its whistle,” but can find no evidence to confirm this conviction.) I imagine every pork-eating culture has a similar old saw, the French version is “Tout est bon dans le cochon,” which is less colourful than the English version but does have the advantage of rhyming.

Use your head

A farmer in Georgia (the country, not the US state) sells his pig by the side of the road Photo: Tony Cross

The major challenge after you’ve butchered your pig, fed the genitals to the dogs and saved the blood for black pudding, is surely what to do with the head.

You can salt the ears. They were on sale, along with the tails and trotters, on Portuguese stalls when I used to shop at Champigny market. If your Italian, you can cure the cheeks to make guanciale. Some tripiers (butchers who specialise in offal, who are more common in the cities than around here, strangely) sell pigs’ brains, a dish that is definitely not for the squeamish or those concerned about their cholesterol level. But why not use the whole damn thing?

Well, you can if you make fromage de tête. This is far from being an exclusively French recipe, the English version sometimes being referred to as head cheese but more usually called brawn.

But, given that English-speaking culture feels it necessary to change the name of the animal when it is prepared for the table, dishes that ostentatiously declare what part of the body they are composed of face a certain amount of food-prudery.

Produce on sale at L’atelier du charcutier, which also does an excellent pig’s head sausage Photo: Tony Cross

Not so in France, where fromage de tête is sold by all self-respecting charcutiers and freely available in supermarkets.

I’m pretty sure that one of France’s favourite films, Les Tontons flingeurs, has a scene where Jean Gabin, as a senior gangster, shows a colleague how to prepare the dish, combining, as I remember it, folksiness and menace. I can’t find a clip of it, however, so here’s a video of how to prepare fromage de tête the French way. Apparently there are regional variations regarding what herbs to use and whether to add juniper berries – common in eastern France, it seems.

Recipes, with or without video, are available in English should you feel motivated to make your own brawn.

Cut out waste and boost your vitamins

British cuts of pig, from Mrs Beaton’s All About Cookery 1970 edition. A guide to cutting up a pig the French way can be seen here

One good reason to tuck into a pig’s head is to reduce waste. In France nearly four million tonnes of edible foodstuffs are thrown away every year and, even here, much of that is caused by items discarded for “aesthetic” reasons.

Another reason, advanced by nose-to-tail eating advocates, is that, having killed an animal for food, it’s only courtesy to eat it in its entirety. Plus the dish is rich in vitamins and potassium.

As with tête de veau (calf’s head), you have to like the gelatinous to appreciate fromage de tête. The texture makes a fine contrast with nice, crunchy pickles.

Factory-farms of 20,000 pigs

Conscientious carnivores should, however, pay attention to where their pork products come from.

Animal rights campaigners have brought to light several scandals concerning conditions in slaughter-houses and pig farms, for example the farm that was recently fined a modest amount by a court in Châlons-en-Champagne for brutal practices, including castration without anaesthetic, killing potentially unprofitable piglets by bashing their brains out on the ground, removing tails and teeth with pliers, and failing to treat animals with abscesses and hernias .

These abuses are generally found on industrial-scale farms that raise thousands of pigs to supply supermarkets. The farm that found itself in court, thanks to the campaign group L214, was raising 20,000 pigs.

Every now and then fires break out in these food factories. On New Year’s Day this year 1,032 pigs were roasted alive when just one of three sheds in a farm near Béthune in northern France caught fire.

Last year L214 filed legal complaints alleging “structural cruelty” against farms supplying the ELeclerc chain of supermarkets and accused two suppliers of Lidl of “flagrant breaches of regulations” in 2024.

These outfits were in Brittany, the epicentre of industrial pork production in France. The region produces 56% of the country’s pork, that’s 1,258 million tonnes, in 5,166 farms. The trade is worth 2.3 billion euros a year. There are only 100 organic farms there. In the Côtes d’Armor département there are four pigs for every human.

According to the Welfarm campaign, 95% of France’s pigs are raised in intensive farming, crowded into bare sties and prevented from going to feed in the open air. Sixty per cent are concentrated in just three per cent of farms, according to Greenpeace, which points out the massive pollution and health risks they are responsible for.

Admittedly no French producer has reached the heights attained by the Chinese establishment that was reported to be raising 650,000 pigs in a 26 storey-building near Wuhan.

However the agribusiness lobby is powerful in France. Critics of the hyperactive “farmers’ union”, the FNSEA, point out that its president, Arnaud Rousseau, spends little time ploughing furrows or feeding livestock, being the chairman of the agro-industrial group Avril and on the boards of several other companies. He claims there is no intensive animal farming in France.

Rousseau’s deputy, Jérôme Despey, chairs the organisation that runs the Salon de l’agriculture, the much-publicised annual event in Paris where the sitting president and lesser politicians feign an interest in prize bulls in front of the TV cameras.

Ethical(ish) eating is possible

Free-range pigs enjoy the Jura weather Photo: Les Meilleurs cochons du monde

But small-scale producers do exist. I asked the woman who sells pork on the country market at Bletterans how many pigs she had on her family farm; 50-60 was the reply. And the meat she sells actually tastes of pig (in a good way), ten time better than the bland pap you buy in a supermarket.

Another local producer, owners of the immodestly titled “Best pig in the world”, boasts that their pigs are raised in the open air, free, like Spain’s famous pata negra, to wander in the woods where they feed on leaves, acorns and berries.

Their website features charming photos of happy pigs and boasts that they abstain from several widespread practices such as castration (principally carried out to prevent the meat of mature boars having a taste and smell to which some people object),  putting a ring in the nose (to avoid churning up soil, only necessary when the pigs don’t have enough space, according to the site), killing off weedy piglets, drawing teeth, cutting tails, and artificial insemination (let nature take its course!).

So is possible to buy the meat of pigs that have lived the kind of life a swine might enjoy, although, obviously, that life has to be brought to a premature end in to get it to your table.

And these methods, along with the reduction of waste, can reduce the environmental harm caused by industrial-level meat production. But food production is responsible for about a third of human-caused greenhouse gas emissions. So, let’s face it, the enormous demand for meat, which is the major contributor, will continue to be a threat to the planet’s future.

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Why you should eat escargots + other snail fun facts

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A snail stall at Sellières’ Fête de la pomme Photo: Tony Cross

“That would be good to eat,” my neighbour and principal source of local lore, Jacques, said as a particularly fine escargot de Bourgogne slimed its way across my garden.

It turns out he goes snail-hunting from time to time, armed with a special ring to make sure he isn’t breaking the ban on taking molluscs under a certain size.

Snail shells collected in my garden – the largest ones are escargots de Bourgogne Photo: Tony Cross

It’s hard to believe in my garden on a damp evening, but some snails are at risk of  disappearance, in particular the most culinarily prized snail, helix pomatia – the kind Jacques was admiring – partly due to the voracity of French gourmets but principally because of pesticides and urban sprawl gobbling up its natural habitat.   

So there are French and European rules protecting them.

Since 1979  collecting them has been illegal in France from 1 April to 30 June – their mating season, which, like everything else to do with snails, takes some time. Unfortunately, the measure was not backed up by the establishment of a snail inspectorate, so it is unclear how effective it has been. In 2016 the Paris Natural History Museum appealed to gardeners to take part in a snail census. It appears to have been paused and relaunched on more than one occasion since.

Snacking on snails in the provinces

The snail farm at Domblans Photo: Tony Cross

Beside a road near the Jura hamlet of Domblans is a small field covered in nets. It’s a snail farm and you can buy its produce, to take away or enjoy sur place with a glass of white wine, at a nearby market during the sunny months.

There were no fewer than three stalls selling snails at Sellières’ annual fête de la pomme this year and frozen ones are available, ready to cook, at the local supermarket.

The Golden Snail and a competitor near les Halles during the last century

Like frogs’ legs, snails seem to be more popular here than in Paris. That was not always the case. In 1900, 500 snail merchants petitioned the Paris city council for more space in the Les Halles markets (before municipal vandals destroyed Baltard’s beautiful structures), pointing out that they sold 1,200,000  kilogrammes a year. Old photos show a number of restaurants in the area leading with their snail offer, advertised with seductive snail statues, one of which still survives, and catchy slogans like “Venez gouter mes limaces”.

The Burgundy city of Dijon, 68 km up the road from here, was one of the main suppliers with one company selling three million snails a year.

Demand may have declined but there are still at least 20 farms in this region. It’s not exactly a capital-intensive business, I suppose, given the limited amount of space and personnel needed, but it’s apparently not easy to domesticate helix pomatia, which is the biggest French variety and sports a handsome cream or pale brown shell,so other less glamorous species are more widely available for sale – the petit-gris (helix aspersa aspersa), the gros-gris (helix aspersa maxima) and the helix lucorum, which doesn’t have a French name and is imported from Turkey and the Balkans.

It turns out that we should all be eating snails. Their meat is a source of protein, low in calories and fats, and rich in organic nutrients such as magnesium, iron and selenium, although I’m not sure how many you have to eat a day to get the full benefit.

Snails ready to cook on sale at the Fête de la pomme Photo: Tony Cross

The classic French recipe is à la bourguignonne, cooked in butter, parsley and garlic and served sizzling hot in the shell to be extracted with the aid of specially designed tongs and a little fork. Jacques prefers them cooked straight on a hot slate, “like the gipsies”.

“It keeps their earthy taste,” he says.

Remember to purge your snails

The Philosophy of the snail, a stall on the market at Bletterans Photo: Tony Cross

Before eating them, you must purge your snails by keeping them for several days in straw and feeding them flour, so that any toxins they may have consumed are evacuated. It also used to be common to deslime them by immersing them in salt for about an hour.

Chef Daniel Zenner says his father used to do this, “you could hear them oozing”, but, quite apart from how the snails might feel about the process, he finds it makes them lose flavour and become tough. After they have had their week in detox, he keeps them in the cold for at least a week, then boils them, takes them out of their shells and puts them in jars with their stock.

“With time their flavour is enriched,” he says.

You don’t have to eat your snails à la bourguignonne. Other French recipes include in pastry, in salad, à la franc-comtoise (with cheese, mushrooms and sausage, although I have never seen this around here) à la Provençale, aka cargolade catalane, grilled in their shells with herbs and served with aïoli.

From Cro-magnons to the tsars

Snails and asparagus to feed them on sale at a market in Jerez de la Frontera, Spain Photo: Tony Cross

Who eats snails? Just about everybody except the English-speaking peoples, according to the experts, although I’m not sure that they are equally highly regarded everywhere.

In many countries they’re seen as poor people’s food but the Italians and the Spanish are pretty enthusiastic.

“My husband loves them,” Concha, our Spanish neighbour, told us when we found her collecting them in the courtyard where we lived in Champigny. Gourmet detective Pepe Carvalho prepares a particularly exciting rabbit with snails and chilli in Manuel Vasquez Montalban’s El balneario (The Spa). Feel free to post other recipes in comments.

Archaeologists have found evidence that humans were eating land snails 20,000 years ago. A 2014 dig in Spain uncovered 1,500 shells at a site inhabited by Cro-magnons, who appear to have raised them for consumption (they seem to have discounted the possibility that it was a race course).

The earliest debris has been found in the Mediterranean region but remains have been found in the Americas, Africa and Asia.

Snails as a feature of fine dining appear date back to the Roman era, when a certain Quintus Fulvius Lippinus, started farming them. He’s known as the “father of heliciculture”, which seems a bit unfair on those Iberian Cro-magnons. When the Romans invaded Gaul, they were delighted to find that snails who lived in vineyards or hopfields were especially tasty, an opinion that some modern French chefs still share.

After being considered food for peasants for centuries, they found their place in French gastronomy in the 19th century, supposedly when the chef Antoine Carême had nothing else to hand to feed Tsar Alexander I and whipped up what is now known as the Bourgignonne sauce to make them fancy. His Majesty was apparently impressed and that was enough to convince the aspirational bourgeoisie to order them in restaurants. And now you can bung a pack in your freezer. That’s progress for you!

Bon appétit! Photo: Tony Cross

Fun facts about snails:

  • Most species are hermaphrodites (As a nature studies-keen child I told my grandmother this. Looking back, I think that must have been quite embarrassing for her, not the sort of thing her generation discussed);
  • They have sperm banks in their bodies, ensuring that several different individuals’ sperm fertilise their eggs (I didn’t know this, so my grannie was spared some blushes);
  • Pre-intercourse courtship can last between two and 12 hours;
  • They stab each other with a calcium spike called a love dart during the mating process (for more on the sex lives of snails click here;
  • They hibernate, burying themselves underground and growing a calcium cover over the opening in their shells;
  • They usually live five to seven years but can reach 30-years-old in captivity;
  • Some snails “sing”, emitting a sort of fart that sounds like a kiss or a plaintive cry when caught;
  • There are some 200,000 kinds of snail, terrestrial, fresh-water and marine, the latter including whelks, winkles, abalone and conch;
  • Colonialists introduced giant African land snails to some islands to provide food, leading to significant damage to their ecosystems.
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Frogs’ legs, hazelnuts and globalisation

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A grenouille rousse Photo: Holger Krisp (Wikipedia)

The French tend to translate the disparaging anglophone term for French people “Frogs” as mangeur de grenouilles (frog-eaters). I’m not sure whether it isn’t based more on alliteration than dietary preferences but there’s no denying that most English-speakers consider eating amphibians a bit odd. Personally, I’m ready to eat almost anything that won’t kill me but I’ve been learning that I should discriminate a bit on this question.

An ad in the regional free paper announces “I buy frogs’ legs, especially those from the Haut Doubs [a mountainous area north of here, which is rich in rivers and waterfalls]”.

The advertiser is after the grenouille rousse, which, despite apparently being called the  common frog in English, is a protected species. In the 1980s so many frogs were caught for food in Europe that they were in danger of extinction.

It may be caught or bred for food but in limited quantities (850,000 a year may be bred in Franche-Comté, the region which covers the Jura). It is prized for its taste of hazelnut. Make sure you eat at restaurants that specify that the frogs are local, Le Progrès newspaper warns.

Because your frogs’ legs may come from the other side of the world. Every week a plane touches down at Geneva carrying a cargo of live frogs and, concerned officials point out, they are not grenouilles rousses. They appear to be transported in string sacks. I wonder if there has ever been a mass breakout, with thousands of the little fellers hopping around the hold.

Nowadays most of the frogs’ legs imported to the EU – 4,520 tonnes between 2011 and 2020, according to Eurostat – come from south-east Asia: 74% from Indonesia and 21% from Vietnam, with 4% coming from Turkey and 1% from Albania. India and Bangladesh were the biggest suppliers in the 1990s but the trade led to a collapse in the frog population, which in turn led to a proliferation of mosquitoes and other pests and thus an increase in the use of pesticides.

A study this year found that 58 species are threatened with extinction by the trade, which it described as of “extreme cruelty”, with a knock-on effect for the environment. It called on the European Union to “take immediate action” to tighten its control of its imports.

You don’t see frogs’ legs on the menu in Paris very often but during the season – end of January to the beginning of May – they pop up in regions rich in rivers and lakes. Three million frogs are eaten every year in Franche-Comté, not counting those caught by poachers or the owners of ponds or lakes.

Its a frog-friendly environment around here Photo: Tony Cross

They’re not easy to farm. Given that they eat insects, the farmer can only try to attract their food to the ponds, which, in any case, they tend to leave for the woods when it is not mating season (I have narrowly missed stepping on some when on my walks in the forest). There are about 80 frog-farmers in Franche-Comté, fewer than 10 of them in the Jura.

So, for both gastronomic and environmental reasons, local good, imported bad. A local restaurant offered cuisses de grenouilles menus last spring. I was tempted but didn’t go. After all, gout de noisette or not, it’s really the sauce that provides the flavour and you can serve that with other dishes – snails, for instance.

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Back to blogging – Funny French food and other rural delights

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The Eventail (fan), one of the succession of waterfalls known as the Cascades du hérisson Photo: Tony Cross

I haven’t blogged for a while but, having moved to a village out in the eastern Jura département, I think I’ve come up with a few insights into French rural life that are worth writing about, so let’s see if that interests anybody, shall we?

First, a few words about the Jura – not the Hebridean island, as I had to explain to a Scottish friend who kindly offered help in establishing myself there, along with a puzzled “Why there?” – but the French département, which is not all that well-known to English-speakers (although you all know about the Jurassic Age, which takes its name from geological discoveries made here).

A valley in the Haut Jura Photo: Tony Cross

It’s a beautiful area, mountainous in the east where it stretches over the Swiss border. At a slightly lower altitude, there’s the “petite montagne”, an area of lakes, waterfalls and meadows, where the cows that provide France’s favourite cheese, Comté, graze. Then comes the revermont, a sharp descent to vineyards and villages, and then the Bresse jurassienne, a large, flat, fertile plane that extends into Burgundy.

OK, it does get cold here sometimes Photo: Tony Cross

Parisians are convinced that the Jura is a frozen tundra – they don’t tend to come here except for winter sports in the mountains. France’s coldest village, Mouthe, “la petite Sibérie française”, is in the Jura mountain range, although actually in the neighbouring Doubs, which has the distinction of being France’s coldest département. Mouthe enjoys 176 days of frost a year and is said to have experienced -41.2°C on 17 January 1985.

But that’s up in the mountains. Down here on the edge of the Bresse temperatures are not so different from those in Paris and, as elsewhere, getting warmer on average, even if my neighbour Jacques, of whom you will hear more, tries to frighten me every winter with claims that temperatures in our village sometimes go down to arctic levels.

My vilage, Sellières, on the occasion of the annual Fête de la pomme (apple festival) Photo: Tony Cross

Life here is quiet compared to the multicultural bustle of the Paris banlieue and I don’t go on reporting trips any more, so no more being robbed at gunpoint in Afghanistan, watching shootouts in Iraq or witnessing the humiliation of an entire people in the Palestinian occupied territories.

An étang (pond/lake) in the Bresse Photo: Tony Cross

But it’s not boring if you enjoy watching the seasons change, hearing the local gossip and learning about the region’s history. And rural life enjoys a special place in the French imagination. So I have some things to tell.

I’m going to start with a look at the sort of French foods that Brits and Yanks tend to turn their noses up at, item 1 being frogs’ legs. So watch this space.

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People of Afghanistan – Mazar-e-Sharif

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The stunningly beautiful Hazrat Ali Mazar (Shrine of Ali) in central Mazar-e-Sharif

As the Afghan people face further suffering and the big powers and international agencies debate how to deal with the new Taliban government, I am posting photos from my reporting assignements in the country in the first decade of the century, the captions are based on memory but I have done my best to avoid inaccuracy.

A key element in the Taliban’s seizure of power this time round was the collapse of support for Ashraf Ghani’s government in the north, a region where Pashtuns, who form the Islamist movement’s traditional base of support, are in a minority.

I visited Mazar-e-Sharif in 2009 and interviewed Atta Muhammed Noor, a Tajik former warlord who had become governor of Balkh province and has now fled the country.

Mazar-e-Sharif’s population includes Tajiks, Uzbeks, Turkmen and Hazaras, the latter group, who are mostly Shia Muslim, having particularly bitter memories of the previous period of Taliban rule.

Men line up to petition the governor, who has swapped his battle fatigues for a smart suit
There seems to be little machinery of local government, so individuals and community elders present their requests direct to the governor, which I supose keeps down the wage bill and has the advantage of giving him great powers of patronage

Agreement seems to have been reached here
A woman enters the UN commpound, which, like all public buildings, has armed guards in case of attack
Men enter the Hazrat Ali Mazar

Women pray outside
Legend has it that when Ali, Islam’s fourth caliph, who was both cousin and son-in-law to the prophet Muhammed, was assassinated his remains were loaded onto a white camel, which walked as far as Balkh, then collapsed and died.
Local people say the shrine was built on the place where he was buried, although the Iranian city of Najaf is also cited as his resting place – the doves that gather on the roof of the Hazrat Ali Mazar are believed to be attracted to this holy place. Over 1,000 are believed to have died last year because no-one was feeding them during Covid lockdown
People gather around the shrine – this young man had come to Mazar from a rural area seeking work – he is wearing a traditional Uzbek coat, the chapan, which was adopted by former president Hamid Karzai, along with elements of dress from other ethnic groups, in an attempt to symbolise Afghan unity
Not all practices hereabouts are strictly Islamic – this man is a fortune teller
Here are the tools of his trade – I omitted to ask what he used the knife for
This boy sells paper handkerchiefs and other such merchandise to passers-by
A retired police officer talks about local people’s struggle to survive

The covered market is a riot of colour
Chillis are good trade – strange to think that they are not indigenous to Asia but came from the Americas, spices having been a motor force of early colonialism
Pomegranates – a staple in the central Asian and Caucasian diet
I’m told that vegetables are not highly regarded – Afghanistan has a kebab culture, if you have the money, you eat meat
But, fortunately for the nation’s health, cauliflowers, courgettes, aubergines and so on still find plenty of buyers
Auto-rickshaws are a popular form of transport, usually referred to by the name of their Chinese manufacturer, Qingqi or Chingchi

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People of Kabul – photo collection

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Traditional dance at Hamid Karzai’s rally during the 2004 presidential election

A new period in Afghanistan’s history has opened up with the return of the Taliban to power and the hasty departure of US forces.

I reported from Afghanistan after the fall of the Taliban in 2001, during the 2004 and 2009 presidential elections and the 2005 legislative election.

Here are photos of some of the country’s long-suffering people taken during my assignements (my camera was stolen in 2001 during an unpleasant roadside incident, so none from then, sadly). Unfortunately, I don’t have easy access to my notes of the time and a link to a slideshow on RFI’s website in English appears to be broken, so I no longer have people’s names and am writing captions from memory. So here goes:

For a small fee this boy burns incense (span) in a can and waves it around your head to chase away evil spirits. His father is dead, leaving his mother to look after several children, the fate of many women after decades of war. His income, collected on the streets and in the parks of Kabul, is essential to feed the whole family.

His friends play table football in Kabul’s central park
The daughters of better-off families on their way to school, following the end of Taliban rule when education for girls was banned
Every morning labourers gather at key points of the city in the hope of being hired for the day. Many of them are Hazaras, a minority group who are mainly Shia Muslim and have often suffered discrimination or persecution, notably during the Taliban’s rule

Some of them stay until late in the day …

… in the hope that some employer may need an extra hand
This man runs taxi-buses and employs boys to tout for business. He seemed quite proud of providing an income for their families
A stallholder at the bus station
A cassette vendor. Before 2001 the Taliban banned music, so he sold tapes of religious speeches
A timber merchant in the mainly Pashtun area of the city
An Uzbek tradesman makes Astrakhan hats of the kind favoured by Hamid Karzai
Bakers in Kabul
The uncooked bread is placed in an underground oven, which is sprayed with water to prevent overheating
… then brought out with the help of iron rods
… and sold to an eager public. One series of the Danish TV showThe Killing took its heroine to Afghanistan, where she found the remains of a murder victim in a walk-in baker’s oven. So far as I know no such ovens exist in the country (please send a comment to correct me if I’m wrong)
A vendor at Kabul’s bird market. Quails are popular
Butchers at a street market, hygiene not a top priority
This restaurant-owner was once a professinal wrestler. Photos of his former triumphs decorate the walls of the establishment
A kebab seller
The temple that served Kabul’s small Sikh community
An election worker, handicapped like so many people who may have lost limbs in fighting, bombardment or to landmines
Election workers are trained in 2005
Women arrive at a polling station in 2009
A pottery in Kabul
The clay being worked
Pashtun villagers, camping in Kabul where they have come seeking work

Residents of the camp wash in a spring nearby
Selling light bulbs on a Kabul market, with proof that they work
A photographer with a box camera in the Shah Shaheen neighbourhood of Kabul
The caretaker of the British cemetery, where many foreigners, including participants in the 19th-century British forays into Afghanistan, are buried. He told me the leaders he most admired were Daoud Khan, who abolished the monarchy and was ousted by the Communists, and Najibullah, the Communist who was driven out by the Western-backed mojaheddin and murdered by the Taliban
Recreation in the Bagh-e-Babur gardens, first laid out under Moghul emperor Babur, destroyed during the last century’s wars and rebuilt since
Police leave the scene of a Taliban bank raid with the body of one of the assailants in the back of the vehicle in 2009

Photos of Herat, Mazar-e-Sharif, Panjshir Valley and elsewhere to follow in a later post

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Fascists on the rampage – then and now

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Thousands of far-right fanatics, many of them armed, gather in front of the seat of government, whipped-up by fake news and racist propaganda, convinced that the political elite is mired in corruption. They battle with the police, who open fire. At least 15 demonstrators and one police officer are killed and about 2,000 people are injured. One important far-right leader marches his troops away from the battle and the rest are forced to retreat.

You may notice that this is not what happened in Washington on Wednesday.

It is a very brief summary of events in Paris on 6 February 1934 when far-right groups collectively known as les ligues (let’s leave aside the debate of how fascist they were) demonstrated against a government that had been hit by a series of corruption scandals and had decided to transfer the right-wing prefect of police, Jean Chiappe, to Morocco.

Corruption, anti-Semitism, xenophobia

Over the preceding weeks, there had been a series of right-wing demonstrations against corruption, fuelled by anti-Semitism and other forms of xenophobia, as well as another French right-wing hobby-horse, anti-freemasonry.  

Veterans’ groups aligned with the Communist Party, at the time still tied to the third period line that dubbed social-democrats “social-fascists”, had also organised their own simultaneous protests.

Far-right demonstrators face police on Paris’s Place de la Concorde

This all culminated in the 6 February demonstrations, during which thousands of far-right street-fighters assembled in various parts of Paris, a large number of them in front of the National Assembly. Many were carrying projectiles, fireworks or fire-arms, as well as ball-bearings to throw under the hooves police horses or poles with razor blades attached to cut their tendons.

Unlike the US authorities, the French government pulled out the police in force. Then as now, nobody would accuse French cops of being woolly-minded liberals but, having already suffered the attentions of the right-wing militias on previous protests, they opened fire in response to explosions that may or may not have been shots, with the results noted above.

The contrast with the failure to mobilise adequate defence for the Capitol and the lack of the police’s customary brio when it comes to crowd control is obvious. Then again, the sitting French president had not incited the mob to demonstrate.

The riot inspired an immediate debate as to whether there had been at attempted putsch. In both cases, the insurgents don’t seem to have had a coherent plan and didn’t know what to do once they had put thousands on the streets, or in the American case, in the seat of government.

Left unites against fascism

So what happened after the 1934 riot?

Its immediate result was a shift to the right in government, which led to the first appearance of Marshall Philippe Pétain in a ministerial position. (According to General Bornet, he revoked the honour awarded to garde mobile who was killed during the riot and the medal was removed from the officer’s coffin in front of his family as they attended his funeral.)

But, coup attempt or not, the presence of thousands of armed far-right activists on the streets shocked the left into action.

The French Communist Party joined the Socialist Party (SFIO) in demonstrations and strikes against fascism and was instrumental in persuading the Communist International to ditch the third period’s sectarianism.

That in turn led to the 1936 election of the popular front government, led by the SFIO with the bourgeois Radical Socialists holding ministerial posts and the Communists supporting from outside.

The popular front government is still remembered for important reforms – the introduction of the first paid holidays and unemployment pay, the reduction of the working week from 48 hours to 40, and the nationalisation of the rail network and other important industries, although it was a massive strike movement that forced this radical turn.

The bad news is that it failed in its initial primary aim, that of preventing fascism.

A significant number of members of the 200 families who notoriously controlled the French economy at the time – the Michelins, Renaults, Cotys, Taittingers (you’ll notice that these names are still around) – continued to finance the far right, sponsoring anti-Semitism, coup plots and reactionary conspiracy theories as an ideological bulwark against the expropriation of their wealth.

They chose Pétain and collaboration with the Nazis when it came to the national humiliation of 1940. And, while a few of the far right took their patriotism seriously and joined the resistance, many of the ligues’ members ended up in the Vichy government’s militias, in the editorial chairs of collaborationist papers or in important political positions.

Post-Trump Republicans and the modern militias

The US today is clearly not the same as France in the 30s.

Trump is on his way out of office and the violent attempts to prevent his departure have fizzled out.

But, despite all the talk of “moderate” Republicans being forced to distance themselves from him, he has pushed his party even further to the right. Despite all the racism, vulgarity, narcissism and contempt for democratic institutions, the mainstream Republican voter cast his or her ballot for Trump. To really build a worthwhile momentum, the ambitious careerist has to fire up the crazies with just those attributes that shock the rest of us so that is the path many Republicans seem likely to follow over the next few years.

Although the spectre of Bolshevism may not be obviously haunting the West, the US and Europe have entered an era of economic, social, demographic and ideological turmoil. Capitalism is being called into question, especially by young people, in a way it has not been since long before the collapse of the Soviet Union.

Meanwhile, capital is increasingly addicted to short-term gains, emptying businesses’ coffers to pay out dividends and enormous salaries to top bosses. Many of the wealthy are deeply committed to defending their right to amass ever vaster fortunes, especially in the US where a kind of neo-Calvinism preaches that the rich are rich because they deserve to be so.

This is now the Republicans’ creed. Combined with white suprematism and a load of other ideological junk, it is the dogma of the Proud Boys and other modern-day ligues and the lumpen bourgeoisie will continue to sponsor them.

Nobody but an idiot would expect the Biden presidency to come up with any reforms as significant as those of the French Popular Front. That means it will be an even less reliable bulwark against the right, once they have caught their breath and launched new political offensives.

Polarisation, turmoil, confusion lie ahead of us. The looming climate catastrophe means that the long-term stakes are even higher than in the 1930s, while those who oppose the solutions remain as ruthless as ever. Let’s hope we have the courage and the means to face them down.

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Police brutality in France – it’s not that new

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The French police are the subject of much controversy these days. They have always faced a certain amount of opposition, sometimes of an extremely radical nature. Here’s an example from 110 years ago.

Jean-Jacques Liabeuf fights with the police, as reported in a contemporary newspaper

In 1910 a cobbler called Jean-Jacques Liabeuf went on a bar-crawl near Les Halles, then the site of the markets that kept Paris supplied with food. At his last port of call, just before 8.00am, Liabeuf brandished a knife with a 20-centimetre-long blade and announced that he was going to “rub out” at least two cops that day.

The police were duly called and two officers grabbed him as he left the establishment.

But they screamed with pain and let go of their target, who had wrapped leather sleeves packed with nails around his arms, concealing them beneath the cape he was wearing.

The weapons Liabeuf was carrying Source: Wikipedia

He than ran off to a neighbouring building, pursued by the police officers. There he stabbed one of them, Célestin Deray, eight times, drew a pistol and shot him in the chest and the stomach.  He stabbed the other, Constable Fournès, in the throat, also injuring three other cops who arrived before being himself stabbed with a sabre and taken to hospital. A crowd of onlookers had formed and tried to lynch him.

Deray died from his wounds.

Framed as a pimp

I came across this story on a fascinating Facebook page devoted to recounting aspects of the history of Paris through images.

A police photo of Jean-Jacques Liabeuf

Predictably, given the debate currently raging about law and order, the post inspired a number of comments along the lines of “People were already attacking law enforcement then”.

But another reader gave us an idea why Liabeuf was not too enamoured of the constabulary.

Born in Saint Etienne, he had come to the capital after serving several short prison sentences and being sent to fight in France’s colonial adventures in Africa.

In Paris he met and fell in love with Alexandrine Pigeon, a prostitute whose pimp, Gaston, was a police informer.

He was arrested, along with Alexandrine, by two members of the anti-prostitution police and after a trial which his lawyer did not bother to attend – he sent a message to the court that he was busy eating his lunch – jailed for three months for living off immoral earnings.

At the end of his sentence, Liabeuf breached an order not to return to Paris, was arrested and served another month in jail.

It was after that sentence that he came to Paris again, convinced that he had been fitted up and determined to avenge himself on the cops who had sent him down. He did not find them and Deray and Fournès paid the price of protecting their colleagues.

Riot in the shadow of the guillotine

Unsurprisingly, Liabeuf was condemned to death. But, at a time when police were used against striking furniture-makers and railworkers, his case became a cause célèbre for the French left, with radical papers pointing to the injustice of his previous conviction and the apparent corruption of the officers who arrested him.

The funeral of anarchist Henri Cler, killed during a clash with police during a furniture-makers’ strike in 1910

President Armand Fallières having rejected a petition calling for Liabeuf’s pardon, a crowd of about 10,000 – including Lenin, Picasso and French socialist leader Jean Jaurès – turned out on the morning he was due to be guillotined.

A number of demonstrators were arrested or injured in clashes with the police and, after an anarchist shot a cop while trying to free Liabeuf to the cheers of the crowd, the prefect sent in the cavalry, with sabres drawn. The wounded police officer, part of a brigade specially devoted to tracking anarchists, later died.

So the police were not particularly popular with those sections of the population most likely to be on the receiving end of their attentions, often perceived as using arbitrary violence in defence of an unjust social order.

Police station attacked

That’s also true today.

The only police station in Champigny-sur-Marne, where I live, has been attacked three times, twice this year and nationwide the number of attacks on police rose 14% in the first nine months of this year.

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Some 96 officers are reported to have been injured at a demonstration against the government’s proposed security law last Saturday.

But, then again, so were a number of demonstrators and journalists at that protest and at a violent police raid on an improvised migrants’ camp last Tuesday. They have not received a phone call from Interior Minister Gérald Darmanin, who says he has spoken to most of the injured cops.

And so was Michel Zecler, a black music producer, beaten and racially insulted by police who followed him into his studio in Paris last week, apparently with the intention of fining him for failing to wear an anti-Covid mask.

Michel Zecler after his encounter with police in Paris

And so were about 30 people who lost either an eye or a hand during the Gilets jaunes demonstrations in 2018, nor the demonstrators clubbed or teargassed on protests against changes to labour law in 2016, not to mention an ever-growing number of banlieue residents, usually belonging to racial minorities, who have been insulted, chased or beaten by the forces of the law.

Many of these assaults came to light because they were filmed, a procedure the government, under pressure from right-wing police unions, means to make more difficult with the controversial article 24 of its security bill.

Here’s an illustration of why that is a bad idea.

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Coronavirus diary day 87 – France’s history of racist policing, toppling statues and doves in Afghanistan

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Worldwide protests over the murder of George Floyd have given a new boost to campaigns against police brutality and racism in France. Ministers have promised action, while insisting that “France is not the United States”. But official France is still in denial over the nature and extent of the phenomenon.

In 1986 I came to France to take part in the massive marches that followed the death of Malik Oussekine, a student of Algerian origin who was killed by police during demonstrations against a right-wing government’s proposed education reform.

It was December and I remember the cold, the crowds and sleeping in a small flat in Belleville along with a crowd of other agitators from various European countries, there, like me, to convert the French to our view of how to fight racism and change the world. Our efforts were not rewarded with great success.

One night a group of us were arrested by cops on motorbikes, one of whom sported a very striking moustachewith waxed points and was particularly indignant about our attempt to flypost the walls of a bank.

We spent most of the night at the commissariat, pretending not to understand French, which wasn’t that far from the truth, and thus avoiding answering questions. The moustachioed cop was furious when his boss decided not to charge us and kicked us out onto the street, to find our way back to base as daylight broke on the boulevards.

The outrage that met Malik Oussekine’s death led to the education minister resigning and his education bill being dropped.

Two of the three cops who beat Oussekine, members of a motorbike squad like the ones who arrested us, were tried and found guilty of involuntary homicide. But they only received suspended sentences and, although disciplinary action was taken against both of them, one continued to work in the police force.

“After this parody of a trial … I have come to realise that in the country where I was born I will always be a second-class citizen,” Malik’s sister, Sarah, commented.

Shortly after I came to live in France, in 1993, a report appeared in the newspapers of a woman who spent the night in the cells after accusing a police officer of racism while he checked a young man’s identity papers.

A little later young black man died in detention in the police station near where I lived in Montmartre. There was a small protest march past the scene of his death but no great scandal.

Since then the deaths of youths from racial minorities have led to many protests and, on some occasions, riots, most notably in 2005 when the banlieue exploded nationwide after two teenagers were electrocuted while fleeing a police patrol.

Recently cops were caught on video racially abusing and maltreating an Egyptian migrant who had jumped in the river to escape their attentions. And the media have uncovered two Facebook groups where several thousand “guardians of the peace” shared racist and sexist comments, several revealing a certain amount of sexual insecurity and one coining the interesting slogan “Make Normandie Viking again”.

According to one study, 54% of police officers voted for Rassemblement National (formerly Front National) candidate Marine Le Pen in the second round of the 2017 presidential election.

This journalist’s tweet shows cops sporting far-right symbols while on duty.

France’s government-appointed rights defender, Jacques Toubon, a former right-wing justice minister who has taken his job far more seriously than many people expected him to, has called for records to be kept of identity checks by the police.

In a 2016 study his commission found that 80% of the blacks and Arabs interviewed were 20 times more likely to be checked than white people.

Toubon has just opened an investigation into the case of Gabriel, a 14-year-old Roma who claims to have sustained serious injuries to the left eye when he was kicked in the head after being detained for stealing a scooter.

Last month he delivered a report that found institutional racism in police treatment of a group of 18 youths, “black or Arab or pereceived as being so”, in a Paris district.

As he approaches the end of his term, he may wish to turn his attention to the case of four families in the Val-de-Marne town of Vitry-sur-Seine who have just filed complaints over the arbitrary arrest and racial abuse suffered by their 14-15-year-old sons last month. One of the boys hopes to become a police officer.

All of which would seem to imply that when mainstream-right politician Damien Abad denies there is institutional racism in the police force, Interior Minister Christophe Castaner accuses actress and singer Camélia Jordana of “shameful lies” when she says she doesn’t feel safe when faced with a cop or Prime Minister Edouard Philippe declares that the overwhelming majority of officers of the law are not racist, they do not have tremendous respect for empirical evidence.

Castaner this week responded to the latest protests against police brutality with a ban on chokeholds, an order that police oficers suspected of racism be suspended while an inquiry takes place, and a promise to make internal investigations more independent.

Despite Castaner’s assurance that “France is not the United States” and “there are no racist institutions or targeted violence”, that sent police unions into a lather of indignation, which ministers greeted with a frenzy of appeasement.

Maybe not all French coppers are bastards, though. A young participant in one of the Facebook groups complained that none of the women at his police station would go out with him if he revealed his fascist sympathies.

Much kerfuffle about the toppling of the statue of a Tory slave-trader in Bristol last weekend.

I seem to remember certain moments when knocking down statues was widely hailed as a Good Thing, in Iraq in 2003, for example, or in eastern Europe after the collapse of the Soviet Union.

A statue of Saddam Hussein is toppled in Iraq in 2003

Read my account of Iraq after Saddam’s fall here.

Members of the French government have assured us that the statue of Colbert, the minister under Louis XIV who drew up the Code noire, the legal framework for slavery in French colonies, will remain in place.

In world virus news, over 1,000 doves are reported to have died in Mazar-e-Sharif, the north Afghan city that is home to a beautiful mosque where they nest on the roof.

Doves in front of the mosque in Mazar-e-Sharif Photo: Tony Cross

They have starved to death because lockdown has meant nobody is feeding them, as they were when I visited the city in 2009.

Lockdown has meant that some 30 doves die every day, according to the mosque’s imam Photo: Tony Cross

Legend has it that they flock there because the mosque was built at the site of the tomb of Ali, the prophet Mohammed’s cousin and son-in-law. His body is said to have been put on a camel that walked to the city and then died there. Historians do not agree with this account.

France’s Covid-19 death toll now officially stands at 29,319, up 23 in 24 hours. 11,678 people are in hospital, down 283, with 933 patients in intensive care, down 22. 71,832 people have been discharged from hospital, 326 of them yesterday.

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Coronavirus diary day 79 – Black lives matter in France, too

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Who’d have thought anything could push a global pandemic out of the lead story spot? Well, a nine-minute video of a US cop murdering a black man has and it’s sparked protests around the world. In Paris yesterday an estimated 20,000 people defied a ban on protests to link the killing to French police racism.

But stop! There’s none of that there here! Not according to Paris Préfet de Police Didier Lallement, who is concerned that such an accusation has hurt the feelings of his troops.

The Paris police force “is not violent, nor racist: it acts within the framework of the right to liberty for all”, he claimed in an email to the capital’s 27,500 cops.

The family of Adama Traoré beg to differ. They organised yesterday’s demo four years after his death in police custody.

Three official reports have cleared the three cops who pinned him to the ground. But a counter-inquiry commissioned by the family on Tuesday blamed their robust technique of detention.

Thanks to the family’s persistence, Traoré’s case has become a focus for “accusations of violence and racism, repeated endlessly by social networks and certain activist groups”, as Lallement puts it.

Regular deaths and injuries in the banlieue, along with videos of racial abuse and brutality, tend to bear those accusations out.

Some French people can get a little self-righteous about racism in the US. After all, wasn’t this the country where black GIs found welcome relief from the Jim Crow South at the end of World War II and where artists like Miles Davis and James Baldwin came to breathe freer creative air?

But they had the advantages of not being from former colonies or living on deprived estates in the banlieue.

“I realise that the Algerian is the nigger in Paris,” Baldwin commented after spending some time here.

Traoré’s family came to France from Mali, a former French colony in sub-Saharan Africa.

Back to the virus. Yesterday was the beginning of phase 2 of post-lockdown.

In Champigny the market had already opened, in a depleted form and the shoppers turned out, mostly wearing masks, and met up with friends

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Some of the cafés had employed a flexible interpretation of the rules by offering drinks “to take away” under phase 1.

In Ile de France, which is the last orange for not-too-good area left in the country, they can now serve en terasse but not Inside.

Schoolkids and the un- or undereployed are sunning themselves on the banks of the Marne, or even on the river itself.

My afternoon walk took me to the former Pathé studios at Joinville-le-Pont, now a collection of workplaces, some apparently still linked to the film industry, and flats.

They were once frequented by Simone Signoret, Yves Montand, Jean Renoir and other luminaries. They drank in the guingettes, the restaurants along the riverside, and added some glamour to this town on the outskirts of Paris.

Our late neighbour, Claude, was a house painter. He worked on the site once and told me they had conveyor belts going across it to transport the film and special double doors to prevent light entering the processing laboratories.

The 1946 film Les Portes de la Nuit was partly filmed there. This shot is a reconstruction of the overhead metro at La Chapelle in Paris, the set designed by Alexandre Trauner.

Trauner was a Hungarian who fled the far-right, anti-Semitic Horthy regime in 1929 and left a photographic record of the streets of Paris in the 1930s due to his research for his work. Here’s one of his preparatory sketches for another film, Le Jour se lève.


Asylum-seekers, eh?

France’s Covid-19 death toll officially stands at 28,940, 107 in 24 hours. 14,208 people are in hospital, down 260 yesterday, 1,253 patients are in intensive care, down 49, and 68,812 have been discharged, 372 in 24 hours.

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