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Sunday, 15 July 2012
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S e are standing in the heart of the Latin Quarter of Paris. Famous landmarks, such as Nôtre Dame Cathedral, the Luxembourg Gardens, the Cluny Museum, the Panthéon and the Sorbonne are within blocks. Yet hidden in full view around us is another Paris that is often forgotten in the bustle: historic Arab Paris.

For many, an Arab Paris may seem of more interest to journalists than historians. After all, it's only relatively recently that hundreds of thousands of Parisians speak Arabic as their first or second language, and that couscous, mezze and shwarma have become as common as coq au vin. So it's all too easy to overlook a history that began some 500 years ago, when France became the first Christian nation to establish a diplomatic alliance with the Ottoman Empire, initiating a flow of diplomats, intellectuals, tourists and students from the Eastern Mediterranean and North Africa to the French capital. [utter nonsense -- there was "no flow" at all until the 20th century, and before the 18th century no "diplomats, intellecutals, tourists and students" if the author, Nancy Beth Jackson, means Arabs and Muslims. In the aftermath of Napoleon's campaign in Egypt that began in1798, a handful of eople -- Greeks, Syrians (a word that then meant  only Christians), Copts --  returned with Napoleon's troops, with conceivably a smattering, a handful, of  a few Muslims as examples of human exotica That's it.]

"By the end of the 18th century, relationships with the Muslim world were so common as to have become banal. People walked about Paris not even blinking when they saw someone wearing a turban, because they were so used to it," says Ian Calder [the author's name is given incorrectly -- it is Ian Coller], history professor [in truth a lowlly lecturer, who teaches all kinds of things, including "Film Studies"] and author of the 2011 book Arab France. [if he had written a book about the French mania for pharaonic things, expressed in wallpaper, and chairs, and ceramics, that is part of the history of fashion and has nothing to do with a factitious, completely imaginary "Arab France" at least as presented by the hapless Nancy Jackson in her articleforher Saudi paymasters at Saudi Aramco World.  And the period Coller  writes about is from 1798 to 1831, and it makes no sense for him, or her, to assert that "[b]y the end of the 18th century, relationships with the Muslim world were so common as to have become banal. : because Napoleon only went to Egypt in 1798, and even that Egyptian mania for ancient Egypt -- nothing to do with Arabs or Islam -- was a mania precisely because Egypt was seen as so exotic, so strange, not because the sight of things connected to it were so banal and ho-hum; Coller and Jackson get the Egyptian mania all wrong. Besides, until the last half-century Egyptians were "Egyptians" to themselves and never "Arabs." That's a Nassserite phenomenon]. ] Turbaned figures were simply part of the crowd in engravings, watercolors and oil paintings of the period—even in Jacques-Louis David's early-19th-century "Coronation of Napoleon," where the Ottoman ambassador can be spotted among the dignitaries. [so that's Coller's idiotic evidence: that's it, the turban of an ambassador at an official ceremony, and in "engravings, watercolors and oil paintings" of scenes from the exotic East -- none of that supports the preposterous claim by Ian Coller that "People walked about Paris not even blinking when they saw someone wearing a turban, because they were so used to it." Whatever else Ian Coller is, he is no historian. ]

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When the Institut du Monde Arabe (ima, or Arab World Institute), a cultural partnership between France and 22 Arab countries, launched its 2½-hour walking tour of Arab historic sites in Latin Quarter six years ago, its primary goal was to educate the public by exploring France's historical links to the Arab world. "Now our mission is also to help first- and second-generation French citizens to find and understand the roots of their grandparents' language and civilization," explains Mona Khazindar, ima director general. Many participants come on school field trips, and the public tours are on Saturday afternoons from May to October, €16.70 ($21) a head. Individual visits can also be arranged.

On the spring Saturday when we set out to explore historic Arab Paris, we meet our guide under a tree by the iron gate of the Collège de France, the Royal College until the French Revolution. François i established the institution in 1530 to encourage independent thinking and break old modes of academic inquiry. An art collector, he also nudged France into the Renaissance by bringing Leonardo da Vinci to Paris and, with him, the "Mona Lisa."

 
The ima begins its tour at the gate of the 482-year-old Collège de France, where Arabic texts were among its first library acquisitions and the Arabic language was first taught to Europeans.

"The Collège was established as an alternative to the Sorbonne," explains our guide Anne Vincent, speaking in French. "The king wanted to free scholars from controls on their research by both church and state and to allow students to study without paying fees." It was at the Collège, she tells us, that Guillaume Postel introduced the first Arabic-language courses in Europe. In the following centuries, the Collège would become the cornerstone for the study of Oriental languages in France, and it would attract innovative scholars: Jean-François Champollion, who unlocked the Rosetta Stone's hieroglyphics, was among them.

Until François i, Europe still viewed the Levant as a Crusader battlefield, but François looked to the east primarily for commercial and strategic partners. Ignoring criticism from his fellow monarchs, he was the first to exchange ambassadors with the Ottoman Empire, which then stretched across North Africa to the Arabian Peninsula and north into Hungary. In 1536, he and Suleyman the Magnificent established an alliance that would last nearly three centuries. About the same time, France and Morocco also exchanged ambassadors.

In advance of the agreement with the sultan, Hayreddin Barbarossa, the powerful Ottoman admiral and governor of Algiers, dispatched a delegation to France in 1533. Bearing a lion and 100 Christian slaves as gifts for the king, a second delegation arrived the following year to coordinate Franco-Ottoman offensives against the Holy Roman Empire and to accompany the new French ambassador to Constantinople. With the ambassador traveled Postel, the Arabic linguist who is sometimes called France's first Orientalist. The king sent him along as an interpreter, but also with the assignment of bringing back Arabic manuscripts, particularly scientific texts, to enrich the royal library. Among Postel's souvenirs was a thesis on Arab astronomy that is still part of the French National Library collection.

Second stop on the tour is St. Julien le Pauvre, a 13th-century church whose current Melkite congregation claims roots among Christian Arabs who followed Napoleon back from Egypt to France.

Before moving on from the Collège de France, Vincent nimbly fast-forwards to the 19th century by introducing us to Jean-François Champollion, whose 1822 translation of the Rosetta Stone, found by Napoleon's troops in Egypt, opened millennia of Egyptian history and created the scholarly discipline of Egyptology. An archeologist by training, Vincent warms to her tale: Champollion had studied Arabic and other Oriental languages at the Collège de France, where he was later appointed chair of Egyptian history and archeology. Also the first curator of the Louvre's Egyptian antiquities department, Champollion was part of what became a mania for things Egyptian. Winged lions, scarabs and other Egyptian motifs appeared in fashion, furniture and funerary art, particularly at Père Lachaise Cemetery, where Champollion himself is buried under an obelisk-shaped tombstone.

"The French were mad about the Orient," Vincent says. "There were sphinxes everywhere." Not to mention the Luxor obelisk at the Place de la Concorde, a gift in 1829 from Muhammad Ali, the Egyptian ruler who established a school in Paris where Egyptian youth could study military science, mechanics, medicine and other practical skills. (He also presented Charles x with a giraffe, a creature that hadn't been seen in Europe for over 300 years; an estimated one-eighth of Paris's entire population came to see "Zarafa" after she was installed in the zoo at Jardin des Plantes, the city's botanical garden.)

These were heady times in Paris. When a Moroccan delegation arrived in the winter of 1845-1846, the local press was abuzz. One journalist reported that "the envoy from Morocco has caught the imagination of Paris. Everything about him recalls the court of the Moorish kings of Granada and the brilliant Abencerrages of whom he is a descendant." Muhammad as-Saffar, a scholar traveling with the ambassador, chronicled their social whirl of dinners, concerts, balls, theater and tours around town. They received so many invitations that "we only accepted invitations from the royal entourage or men of state."

 
Along the way, the tour passes bookshops and cafés with long histories as gathering places for the Arab students and writers who made the city an Arab capital.

The glitter of that winter season was evident when as-Saffar described running into Egyptians, including two grandsons of Muhammad Ali, at the king's New Year's party. "In all, there were about 60 people sent there by Muhammad Ali to learn the sciences [that] one finds only there. These Muslims were not dressed like Christians, but wore long gowns covered with so much gold embroidery, pearls and precious stones that the cloth beneath could hardly be seen. Their buttons were studded with gems, and the girdles from which they hung their swords were heavy with gold. Their splendor was indescribable."

But there was also a spiritual side to the Paris-Arab relationship. We dodge traffic as Vincent leads us down Rue Saint-Jacques for our second stop: St. Julien le Pauvre, a tranquil spot on the banks of the Seine across from Notre Dame. Outside this tiny church, which dates from the 13th century, a poster advertises classical music concerts. The church is known for its superb acoustics, but we are here to learn about its historic Arab connection. At first, it strikes us as strangely bare of the religious statuary so common in French churches, but Vincent explains that we are not standing in a Roman Catholic church: St. Julien has been a Melkite (Byzantine rite) church since 1889. Its congregation can trace its beginnings to Christian Arabs who were among the hundreds of refugees who followed Napoleon back to France after his defeat in Egypt. She calls our attention to the iconostasis, the wall of icons and religious paintings between us and the altar. Services, considerably lengthier than in the Roman tradition, are conducted in Arabic.

Fine woodwork reminiscent of the mashrabiyyah screens of Egypt and the Levant decorate the third stop on the tour, St. Ephrem's Chapel, which since 1925 has offered rites in Aramaic and Arabic to France's Syrian Catholics.

We take a break from history outside the church, although it is hard to escape history in the Latin Quarter. Vincent points out that we are standing in the shade of a propped-up locust tree, reputedly planted in 1601, that is considered the oldest tree in Paris. A German tourist asks Vincent who, today, is an "Arab" in France. How can North Africans be called Arabs, he asks, if they are Berbers, and not, for example, from the Arabian Peninsula?

It's a familiar question for Vincent that touches the heart of the tour's educational mission. "It is defined by language. An Arab is someone whose language is Arabic," Vincent begins. "There are 22 countries in the Arab world, but not all are ethnically Arab." Most Arabs in Paris are from the Maghreb, the group of North African countries from Libya westward. Mashriq is the term for Arabic-speaking countries east of Egypt and north of the Arabian Peninsula. And Egypt is, well, Egypt. Because of France's long colonial history, the majority of Arabs in Paris hail from Algeria, but when it comes to restaurants, she smiles, "the Lebanese are everywhere."

The tour ends at the Great Mosque of Paris, whose early 20th-century minaret, top reflects North African style, using a light stone that blends into the city's streetscape. The gardens are open to the public, and it is a popular site for weddings, above.

Paris has at times been described as an Arab capital, because so many Arab students, writers and artists came to Paris as exiles in the early 20th century. "It was there and in Cairo that Arabic liberal thought had its early footing," Fouad Ajami wrote in 1998 in The Dream Palace of the Arabs. Intoxicated by a spirit of liberty, in Paris they founded Arabic magazines and newspapers, Arab bookshops and publishing houses. They gathered in coffee shops to smoke shisha (waterpipes) and argue politics. Many were profoundly changed, like Tawfiq al-Hakim, who came from Egypt in 1925 in a red tarboosh and went home five years later in a blue beret to write pioneering plays in Arabic. "For the Orient, Paris has always been an intellectual capital. Beginning in the 20th century, generations of students wanted to believe that the spirit could breathe on the banks of the Seine," observed Nicolas Beau, author of Paris, Capitale Arabe.

Leaving St. Julien le Pauvre, we begin a hike up and over Mount St. Geneviève, the highest point in the Latin Quarter, walking in the direction of the Oum Kalthoum Café and the Baghdad Café, where Arab students gather in the Latin Quarter today. Halfway up the hill, we pause for breath on rue des Carmes in the stone courtyard of the Corinthian-style St. Ephrem's Chapel, which since 1925 has been home to Syrian Catholics in France, with services in Aramaic and Arabic. Like St. Julien le Pauvre, its superb acoustics make it a popular venue for concerts.

At the top of the hill is another reminder of the centuries-old ties the City of Light has with the Arab world: Sainte Geneviève Library, named after the patron saint of Paris. Now part of the University of Paris, it may be the city's oldest library, begun in a Benedictine abbey in the sixth century, when monasteries prized Arabic manuscripts for their scientific and mathematical erudition. Reestablished as a scholarly library in the early 17th century, its first librarian was Jean Fronteau, an expert in Middle Eastern languages.

Our final stop is the Great Mosque of Paris, an early-20th-century contribution to the cultural relations between France and the Arabic-speaking Muslim world. It covers nearly a hectare (2½ acres), yet seems tucked away behind the Jardin des Plantes. We are taken by surprise when we turn a corner and find ourselves in front of an Arabic bookstore and a minaret soaring 33 meters (130') above a Moorish-style mosque.

The colorful walls of the mosque are ornamented using traditional patterns from Andalusian and Moorish zillij tilework.

"When they built the mosque, they took elements from throughout the Arab world to create the ideal mosque. It has the only minaret in Paris, but there is no call to prayer. That would be impossible in the Latin Quarter," Vincent says as we enter the courtyard through a massive bronze-studded oak door to find ourselves in a kind of neo-Andalusia. Walled with tile mosaic, the terrace is paved in white marble and filled with pools, fountains and flowers. Tourists can visit the public spaces anytime, but the areas for prayers, sermons and the reading of the Qur'an are restricted to Muslims.

The largest mosque in France and third largest in Europe, the Great Mosque was inaugurated in 1926 by the president of France with the bey of Tunis and the king of Morocco on hand. Built to serve the religious needs of French Muslims, it honors the 100,000 Muslim colonial troops who died for France in World War i. But in addition to being an important religious center, the mosque is a highly popular enterprise among tourists and Parisians, Vincent points out.

You can eat lamb couscous or a tagine (Moroccan stew) in the mosque restaurant, nibble on baklava or smoke shisha under fig trees in the patio, shop for North African souvenirs in the afternoon souk or even steam away your tensions in the domed hammam, or traditional spa. It's no coincidence that our historical walkabout ends here, very much in the present. We are ready for a plate of honey-soaked pastries and mint-infused black tea, which the waiters pour with a great flourish.

 

Nancy Beth Jackson Nancy Beth Jackson, Ph.D., (nancybethjackson@gmail.com) is a journalist and journalism educator who has lived in Paris, Cairo and Abu Dhabi. She is now based in Alton, Illinois, a historic river town near St. Louis.
Isabelle Eshraghi Isabelle Eshraghi (isaregards@hotmail.com) is a photojournalist who covers news around the world from Paris. Born to a French mother and an Iranian father, she has won several awards for her extended coverage of both women and men in the Middle East.

 

This article appeared on pages 18-23 of the July/August 2012 print edition of Saudi Aramco World.

Posted on 07/15/2012 11:08 AM by Hugh Fitzgerald
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15 Jul 2012
Send an emailwally greeninker

Napoleon did bring back  about 150 Mamluks to form a mounted unit in the Imperial Guard.  I suppose their turbans would have been a familiar enough sight in Paris for a  while. They are chiefly remembered for their appearance in Goya's painting of the 2nd May 1808 uprising in Madrid.



15 Jul 2012
Hugh Fitzgerald

I then stand corrected as to the numbers of "Arabs" whom Napoleon took with him back to France.. But these 150 Mamluks were certainly not Arabs. I suspect they were not even Turks but, rather, Georgian and Circassian Mamluks. Murad Bey, Amir al-Bilad,  was a Georgian. And the Mamluks were only a generation away from being Christians. They were constantly seeking new members to replace them, through a levee on the Christians in those two land, Circassia and Georgia (that also supplied so many Middle Eastern harems with good-looking inmates), that is, were constantly renewing their numbers with Circassians and Georgians who, born and raised as Christians, were then -- like the victims of the Ottoman devshirme -- subject to rudimentary training in Islamic studies. But these were not people who had been Muslims for generations. So if they were definitely not Arabs, and likely Muslims only from their own youth, raised in a different, that is Christian, milieu, should we not qualify their description as Arabs or Muslims?

Whenever I meet an unusually  good-looking Muslim Arab girl, the kind that Assad or Abdullah of Jordan marry, I am tempted to ask,and sometimes do ask, if she is aware of any possible Georgian or Circassian antecedents. If she asks why, I explain. I don't expect an answer, but it can provoke later thought, stirring up an inner conflict between the girl's vanity her ethnic pride, and all simply by sweetly making a valid historical point. It's a useful backhanded compliment -- the Western backhand, well known to Bill Tilden.



16 Jul 2012
Send an emailreactionry
Seven Pillories of Wisdom & Wimbledon
 
 
About the only thing I recall (perhaps from a dusty tome by Charles Lamb) about the Mamluks (whose origins are reminiscent of the Turkish Janissaries)  mit out Googling, is that they defeated a Mongol force of some 10,000 (- had forgotten the umlaut in Tümen and yes, there has been speculation about a cognate of "ten thousand"). 
Before switching to an Continental Grip (should have stopped short with an Eastern Grip) I had for the first couple of years or so of play, a Western Grip (don't have the muscle memory to remember what I had for a backhand, but it was probably atrocious) and at, or around that time, a wooden racket, the flourished stamped signature of which I had misread to the amusement of my Old Man as "Bill Oilden." The Old Man muttered once something to the effect something which might lead one to believe that said tennis great would have been more likely to flatter young boys, rather than young women. Moving on from that black mark to a blancmange.......
 
I would like to congratulate Andy Murray for being only the second Scot to reach the finals of Wimbledon. By the way, the Scots should not be confused with the Scots-Irish celebrated in James Webb's "Born Fighting," nor with Daniel Boone (Scots-Irish according to some and English-Welsh according to others) who, though like Jed Clampett (as sung by Beverly Sills), "bearly kept his family fed," was by some Slavic accounts, "a good povodyr" and is remembered for having famously carved his boast (sometimes terribly mistranslated by the Scots) that he "Kilt a bar." 
Googling Bill Tilden suggests that while he was a victim of the cruel homophobia of his era, that with respect to his Jerry Sandusky-like preying upon the underage, he got his just desserts. And with respect to mortal tennis combat with what the apex predators of the planet Skyron of the Andromeda Galaxy regard as mere desserts, neither Billie Jean King nor Martina Navtrilova nor Bill Tilden would have been "eaten in [ahem] straight sets."
 
- Angus Podgorny
 
 
Those who have seen my movie should recall that when Turkish Bey noted my fair complexion and asked, "Are you Circassion?" I answered, "Yes, effendi."  Although the scene ended up on the cutting room floor, my ruse unraveled when I was asked by a German advisor (see also a possibly abortive campaign by Andrea "Studs" Merkel), "Are you circumcised?" The Turks got little from the interrogation because for me, torture is, not to put too fine a point on it, a Turkish delight. As Bey's halal henchmen (called away from their unusual and customary husbandry of the local livestock) did their worst, I heard the silence of the lambs and before losing consciousness, "It puts the lotion in the basket or it gets the José Ferrer again."
 
At the risk of treading, as it were, on moral quicksand*, in my humble, dhimmi, gone-native opinion, Bill Tilden should not have been pilloried for his pursuit of the peach-bottomed pubescent.
 
With Helen Thomas In Arabia,
Tee Hee Lawrence
 
 
Tags: temporary wives on the hoof
 


16 Jul 2012
Send an emailreactionry
Veni, Vidi, Vici, Vibrancy
Or: Backhoeing The Jewish Presence In "Palestine"
 
(My wife's forearm is still recovering from the effects of a Hamsa (careful with the spelling) tattoo and though I hate to say it because of previous comments on NER, the colors are, well, vibrant.)
 
From the article above: "You'll hear vendors shouting in Arabic at almost every street market in Paris, but two of the most vibrant are the Barbès and Belleville markets, where the crowds reflect the diversity of the Arab world."
 
What next? A propaganda campaign to backdate and update the vibrant, but not yet victorious Muslim presence in Tours or Poitiers?
 
Meanwhile "Palestinians" are busy destroying ancient Jewish artifacts.
 
John Derbyshire has a tongue-in-cheek (not to be confused with the Jihad of the Tongue or a Carlos Castanedaish brujo succubus' tongue-in-chica or Felix Dzerzhinsky's espionage and lies ala tongue-in-Cheka) suggestion regarding a proposed high speed rail line from L.A. to San Francisco and the Lebensraum for La Raza reconquistas:
 
 
"Here's my suggestion. Why stop at L.A.? Run the line all the way down to the border and over into Tijuana. That'll make it easier for Mexicans to come in, with all their vibrant enriching vibrancy."

Tags: Hamsa, Hamas, Hamza, Shaykh Hamza Yusuf, Jihad of the Tongue, Battle of Tours/Poitiers,   http://www.newenglishreview.org/blog_direct_link.cfm/blog_id/42948  , Veni Vidi, Vici,Nazi, Vichy, Guess Who's Coming To Dinars? 72 White Raisins In The Sun, Sidney "Poitiers"






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