Join Professor Bailly and Program Assistant Sofia Guerra for an introduction to the France, Italy, & Spain study abroad programs of the FIU Honors College. Whether you are going to Europe in Summer 2020 or considering 2021 or 2022, this session will be helpful.
Check out #fiuhonorsabroad2019 on Instagram for photos from Espana, France, & Italia. Check our FIU Broadcast Media major Lily Fonte’s video and webpage of the 2019 Italy program.
This meeting is primarily for students already registered in FIU Honors 2020 France, Italy, or Spain study abroad. All Honors students, however, are welcome to attend. Parents and significant others are also welcome.
Join Professor Bailly and Program Assistant Sofia Guerra for an introduction to the France, Italy, & Spain study abroad programs of the FIU Honors College. Whether you are going to Europe in Summer 2020 or considering 2021 or 2022, this session will be helpful.
Alex is wrapping up her time at Florida International University as a member of the Honors College. By the end of the summer semester, she will have earned her Bachelors Degree in Communication Arts. But before graduating, she is joining Professor Bailly on a study abroad experience throughout France.
PARIS AS TEXT
15 years of Catholic School, 21 Years of Reflection by Alexandra Gutierrez of FIU in Paris, France on 7/5/19
Before I left to the airport for this study abroad trip, my abuela, who is the most religious person I know, lit a Jesus candle, blessed me with Holy water, and prayed over me for a safe journey. I’ve never put much thought into these extreme measures she goes through to ensure my safety since it’s something she’s been doing my entire life. But these past few months I’ve really questioned my faith and what I believe to be true.
And then I found myself outside Notre Dame on a cold July morning listening to the lecture about the 800 year old cathedral. “If you think you’re Catholic, you aren’t a real catholic according to the standards set forth hundreds of years ago”, Bailly states as I fix the cross around my neck. The wind is knocked out of me. My entire foundation is built up around this idea. Fifteen years of my life spent in Catholic school, participating in campus ministry retreats, and attending weekly mass. My life revolved around this religion. But it’s true, I’m not a real catholic.
Over the years, I’ve begun to pick and choose what I want to follow. I don’t believe in shunning members of the LGBT community or stripping them from their rights. I believe in women having an equal right to pursuing dreams and succeeding. And yet, I support my friends who belong to these groups, champion for equality, and continue to wear the “Our Father” prayer around my neck. To some, I may not necessarily be considered a religious person, but I am a faithful one.
Walking through the streets of Paris, the most secular industrialized country, I searched for any answers or signs of faith. Then we entered Sainte Chapelle and the hairs on my arms stood up. Yes, it’s beautiful from first glance with the high-vaulted ceilings, decorative altar where the Crown of Thrones once stood, and of course the incredibly intricate and stunning stained glass artwork (despite King Louis IX’s appearance in the biblical timeline). It made my heart grow thinking that something so beautiful can be created as a reflection of God’s love. But the more you dive into what makes up the church, you find yourself surrounded by an unquenchable thirst for power and greed beyond compare. Churches across Paris such as Sainte Chapelle, Notre Dame, Eglise Saint-Severin and even the churches of the world put forth a sense of community, faith, and hope. When in reality, the entire foundation is tainted with centuries of lies, war, and corruption. Despite this, I continue to hold onto my hold onto my faith. But the moment I become ignorant or unaware of the church’s problems, I add to these issues. Being blind to the flawed foundation will make me a part of the problem.
All in all, the thought-provoking statement made me interested in becoming aware of these flaws and understanding that it does not make me a bad Catholic if I continue to practice my faith. I do still consider myself Catholic, as does my eighty-three year old abuela (which is especially important).
VERSAILLES AS TEXT
What if? by Alexandra Gutierrez of FIU in Versailles on 7/7/19
What if Versailles was never built? What if, in an alternate universe, King Louis XIV remained in Paris and never converted the hunting lodge into the greatest palace on earth? And how would the timeline between the 17th and 18th century differ?
As we walked through decorated corridors and elaborate rooms, this thought continued to bounce around. Trillions of dollars were spent to expand the distant lodge and make it what is today, all while the rest of 17th century France was out of resources, adequate amenities, and proper care. Was the exorbitant palace more important than the people, who eventually died of sickness and starvation? To Louis XIV, the answer was clear as day. But if he would have not been as determined and passionate for Versailles, many of the major events of the 17th and 18th century that shaped France as a nation would not have taken place. For starters, the French Revolution would not have been sparked by the huge investment that took to construct Versailles.The monarchy may have stayed standing for a longer period and not have been executed as they were. In an alternate timeline, the revolution might have happened later in history. Without the French Revolution throughout the 18th century, the march of over 6,000 women to Versailles, the Reign of Terror, and the attempt to completely destroy the Royal lineage would have been an distant thought.
This alternate universe would be nowhere near as socially advanced as France or the world is today. Because of the French Revolution and King Louis XIV’s dream of a palace, I, as a woman, can vote, get an education, and speak my thoughts due to the advancement of human rights.
France without Versailles would not be a dominating and progressive country in the 21st century. Louis XIV was dedicated to its expansion, whether or not that meant that his people were dying. This outlook allowed for a palace of this stature to come into being and put an entire country on the map for centuries to come. Versailles showed the world that France was not only wealthy, but was a powerful and dominating state. If the idea of constructing a striking and influential palace would have never crossed the King’s mind, France would have remained behind and would not have grown culturally, socially, or politically.
To think, a hall of mirrors that takes breaths away, vast gardens that seem infinite, and extravagant ceiling pieces that feel so real have all molded an entire country over centuries and will continue to do so. With the thousands of shoulders I bumped into today, I’m confident Versailles will never stop impacting the state of France nor the world.
Lyon as Text
Paris’ Traboule by Alexandra Gutierrez of FIU in Lyon, France on 7/10/19
When I picture the streets of Paris and its people, I find myself walking onto a movie set surrounded by never-ending sunsets, dreamy background music, and magical days. All of what makes it the most visited city in the world.
Instead, I was hit in the face with chaos and turmoil. A constant rush, being pulled in different directions. All of what makes up any metropolitan city.
Sure, Paris is magical, but its pockets of magic you’ll find. Scattered around the city like whispered conversations behind closed spaces, or in this case, traboules.
A traboule hides courtyards and gardens from the outside. They are intimate and unique. They bring people home and allow for an escape
2 hours south, you’ll find Paris’ very own traboule. Although third most populated city in France, it’s a gem between rivers.
The city of Lyon is bursting at the seams with vivid architecture, treasured experiences, and a history so powerful, it hits emotions deep enough to leave a mark.
Each building is colored with the shades of a sunset, which express the beauty and age of the glowing city. Cobblestone roads form twisted paths that lead to a church, so gracefully positioned, protecting her city at the very top. All of what makes up the beauty of Lyon.
Individuals seated near and far from us, holding stories that impact generations. Lyon is home to a community bound together by its past. A past so crucial, it must never be forgotten. Stories and experiences that must live on forever. All of what makes up the history of Lyon.
Like Claude Blonch, who at the age of 15 was catapulted into the horror that was the Holocaust. And at 91 years old continues to tell his story for all who listen.
Like Laurent’s mother, Denise Vernay, who played a major role in the French Resistance. A female, Jewish resistance fighter who was determined to put an end to the ongoing nightmare or die trying.
Their stories, much like others, is an important message to the future, not just in this city but throughout the world. Lyon, with its buildings made from the gold mountains, winding rivers, and significant history make it that much more magical. All of what makes Lyon Paris’ traboule.
Izieu as Text
To Izieu by Alexandra Gutierrez of FIU in Maison D’Izieu on 7/12/19
I cannot fathom what you went through on April 6, 1944. The amount of fear and terror that went through your mind. When just a few days before you were running around the lawns, picking flowers, and getting raspberries on your knees. You were splashing each other by the water, making water bubbles with your mouth. Picking out costumes for the upcoming play and rehearsing lines outside. Your hands were busy coloring in backdrops, deciding what crayon to choose next. Yellow or blue for the pirates coat? You were learning how to read and write, learning math and history. And on the days you yearned for the loving embrace of your mother and father, you wrote to them. You wrote about what you were learning, what you were doing. You didn’t want them to worry, but you missed them more than anything in the world, with every fiber of your being.
And then the trucks came and you were taken away. You were sent to Izieu to be protected, but instead were stripped from the place that kept you safe. You were stripped of your childhood and your innocence. You were considered resistance fighters when in actuality you were too young to comprehend the meaning of those two words. Klaus Barbie, the Butcher of Lyon, is responsible for the tears you shed, the fear you felt. There was absolutely no point in your arrest nor was there a reason for your death.
The light that radiates from you will never burn out, for it is our responsibility to hold your story close. Your story of courage, strength, and resilience. I’ve seen the photos, drawings, and the letters. And I want you to know that I see you and I hear you. And I know that it is within my power to share your story and never let it become someone else’s reality.
I send you all my love. 10000000000000000000000 hugs and kisses
Normandy as Text
Elizabeth A. Richardson by Alexandra Gutierrez of FIU in Normandy American Cemetery on 7/23/19
“Take cover!”, you hear someone yell. You crouch down, praying you won’t get hit, praying you won’t be seen. Trying to be as small as you possibly can. Your hands are pressed against your ears, blocking the incredibly loud explosions that surround you. Your eyes are closed shut, shut so tightly trying to prevent your eyesight from going. Shut so tightly out of fear. You begin to remember your life before the war. Mom’s cut you a slice of her famous apple pie, with a nice warm cup of coffee to accompany it. She’s smiling at you. Man, what you would give to see her smile again, to have one last bite of that pie, another sip of that coffee. What you’d give to go back, even if it’s just for a few minutes. A few minutes of normalcy is all you hope for.
A sense of hope is one of the most powerful forces in this universe. And it’s what Elizabeth A. Richardson, provided for so thousands throughout the war as an American Red Cross Volunteer.
Before the war, Elizabeth A. Richardson was born in 1918 Ohio, but grew up in Indiana. She attended Milwaukee-Downer College Wisconsin and earned two degrees, in English and Art. After college, she began working with her advertising career. Like many people of that time, Liz didn’t like the idea of the US getting into another war. And once Pearl Harbor hit, Liz was convinced the war needed to happen. She became more interested in the news and broadcast updates, hoping that the war would not drag on for too long. She watched as friends and loved ones were drafted into this nightmare. As the war grew with time and number of casualties, Liz knew she had to do something. It was 1944 when Liz and two of her friends joined the American Red Cross as volunteers (Madison, 2007).
Volunteers for this humanitarian organization had certain requirements to even be considered. These requirements included being single, over the age of 25, and a college graduate. The process also included physical examinations, recommendation letters, and thorough interviews. It is believed that these interviews were the most important aspect of the application process because it showcased the applicant’s personality. To put things into perspective, less than twenty percent of all women who applied made it in (Madison, 2007).
After weeks of training, Liz was ready to take on the role within the Red Cross. She, along with 15,000 other Americans, arrived on the shores of England in July of 1944. What was left of England was scarce. Bombs and bullets left this once developed country in shambles, with food shortages, collapsed cities, and devastated civilians. Liz, along with her team, were seen as a shimmering glitter of hope, an effect the Red Cross had on people time and time again (Madison, 2007).
Most of these men have never travelled to another country, let alone for fought in a war. They were far from what they defined as comfort. Whether it was a sleep in their own beds, a homemade meal, or a trip to the cinema with school friends, this was their normal. And it’s what they yearned for after what felt like years of waiting in trenches, carrying loads of supplies for miles, and eating rationed military food. But what made them hope for a sliver of normalcy the most was after witnessing atrocities. Men that over time became friends because of their similarities. Soldiers who created a brotherhood because of the experience and devastating memories of watching familiar faces become hurt, ill, blown up, or killed right in front of them. The horrors that stem from these memories can leave a lasting impact on anyone. That is why it is vital to have hope in a better tomorrow. Keeping their minds off the war, reminding them of reality, love, courage (Madison, 2007).
The American Red Cross was there, on the sidelines, to help these men in whatever capacity. Volunteers would travel to military bases or be stationed at hospital ships or trains. The most well-known form of transportation was ClubMobiles. These were trucks and buses that were converted into a pop-up shop for volunteers, which provided materials such as chewing gum, magazines, cigarettes, and even a record player (Madison, 2007).
The ClubMobiles would hand out warm cups of coffee and sweet doughnuts to the thousands of soldiers that lined up. How much did they give out? Liz, with the other volunteers, would keep the men entertained, even if it was just for a few hours to keep their minds off of the condition of the world. They would play board games with GIs, help them write letters to those back home, and even join them for a lovely dance under the stars. Members of the American Red Cross would also donate money and blood to help anyone who needed it (Madison, 2007).
These women, including Liz, were not sent overseas to fancy the men. They weren’t there to be provocative nor sensual. The majority of these GIs had not seen a woman, much less an American woman, for months. The sight of these volunteers brought them back to reality. In a letter written by Liz, after being preserved for many years, she writes “you feel sort of like a museum piece- ‘Hey, look, fellows! A real, live American girl!’” (Madison, 2007). And most of the times, they were covered in mud and dirt. But that didn’t stop these women preserving their femininity by putting on nail polish, spraying perfume, and of course, wearing lipstick (Madison, 2007).
To these men, Liz and the Red Cross Team was more than just entertainment. Setting aside the things that kept them focused on something that wasn’t war, destruction and death, the most important job for these volunteers was being there for the soldiers when they needed someone who would listen. GIs have injuries and scars that remind them of these terrible memories, but what sticks around the longest are the things they witnessed. Having someone to talk to about these things can help soldiers understand and come to terms with their past (Madison, 2007).
As the war continued, Liz’s station moved from England to France. But before she could help more soldiers, her two-seater plane crashed near Rouen, France. Liz, along with Sgt. William R. Miller, Ninth Air Force, were killed on impact on July 25, 1945 (Madison, 2007).
Throughout this class, we posed many hypothetical situations/questions. If you were Louis XIV or Napoleon, would you kill innocent civilians in order to progress the state of your country for the future? If you were Louis XVI, would you try fleeing from your country? These questions make me consider both sides and make me examine values. But if you were to ask if I could see myself being a Red Cross volunteer or even a GI at the time of WWII, I’d have an immediate answer. I don’t think I’d be able to do it. My entire being does not have half the courage those men and women possess. The idea of putting my life on the line for my country and experiencing the horrors they went through is absolutely overwhelming. I will never stop commending them for their bravery and selflessness.
The anniversary of her death is July 25, 1945. She would have been 101 years old. Her body is currently buried at Plot A, Row 21, Grave 5 in the American Cemetery in Normandy. Before she was buried in Normandy, she was buried in a different cemetery in France. But in 1948, the US requested she be moved to Normandy Cemetery (“Elizabeth Ann ‘Liz’ Richardson”, 2003). Katherine J. Parkin, author of “It’s Up to the Women”, summed up Liz’s mission. She writes, “While her death in a plane crash just months after Germany’s surrender created a pretext for the unusual recognition of her contributions, it was her death in the theatre of war that was distinctive, not her work as a Red Cross volunteer” (Parkin, 2010). Because of her heroic efforts and bravery, her college, back in Milwaukee, created an award in her memory. The Elizabeth Richardson Prize is awarded to a female student who goes above and beyond within the studio art program (“Elizabeth Ann ‘Liz’ Richardson”, 2003). Elizabeth is also remembered through numerous drawings, photographs, and letters she wrote to family during her time as a Red Cross Volunteer.
Through Liz’s experiences, we, as women of the world, are reminded that war is not to be fought by just men. Women alike can play a role in serving our country. And although only four women are buried amongst the 9,387 tombs in Normandy, they must never be overlooked. They gave their lives for the well-being of others, something that should never be undermined by gender. Liz showed us that if you are determined to fight, it should never matter whether or not you wear lipstick or put your hair up. You fight just the same, with courage in your heart and selflessness in your soul.
I never had the opportunity to meet my abuelo and neither did my own dad. Back during the start of Fidel Castro’s Cuban Regime, my abuelo, along with other revolutionaries, created a secret organization in order to overthrow the government in the early sixties. The revolution at this time was still young, but they were determined to bring down the regime before it got worse. Throughout the night, they would fly planes from South Florida over to Cuba and bomb important areas of the country, demonstrating to Castro that they were not going down without a fight. My abuelo, who was the main bomb-maker, promised my abuela that he would stop going on these missions once my dad was born. One night, a pilot, who was scheduled to go on a mission, chickened out of going through with it just as the plane was prepped on the runway. The opportunity to act was closing in. My abuelo ended up standing up and taking his place in the mission. His plane was then shot down somewhere over Cuba and he was never seen again. He was 29 years old. My dad was 2 years old.
My abuelo, like Liz and the thousands of fighters throughout World War II, put their lives on the life for something so much greater than them. It’s the absolute devotion to an idea or belief that shows how incredibly courageous they were. It’s because of them that we are able to carry out our lives the way we do today. Although we aren’t where we need to be in the world today, their stories remind us to preserve what we have, fight for our future, and persist for a better tomorrow.
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Jim Morrison by Alexandra Gutierrez of FIU in Père-Lachaise Cemetery on 7/26/19
Jim Morrison, or James Douglas Morrison, was born in Melbourne, Florida 1943. Since his father was a navy officer, the Morrison family moved to several different states before residing in Virginia. Growing up Jim was considered a good student in school, but due to the strict guidelines and restrictions at home from his father, he tended to rebel. His favorite subjects to learn were art and poetry. After high school, Jim went on to take a few classes at Florida State University before transferring to the University of California, Los Angeles. He was majoring in film studies while at UCLA. It was at this time that he befriended Ray Manzarek, future band-member. Ray, organist, introduced Jim to guitarist Robbie Krieger and drummer John Densmore. And thus, The Doors were born.
It’s the summer of 1965. The band has been formed and music was being created. They choose on the band title “The Doors” after a quote by the famous poet, William Blake, in the nineteenth century. The quote goes as follows: “If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear as it is, infinite.” With a unique band title, The Doors were ready to make it big. They didn’t get picked up by a recording studio until they played at a gig off of Hollywood Sunset Strip. It was their provocative lyrics, Jim’s baritone voice and poetry lyrics, as well as a psychedelic sound made the band that much more interesting.
After being picked up by the company, they released two albums that first year. And between the years of 1968-1971, The Doors released six albums in total, with seven top ten releases between that time span. Throughout their success, Jim continued to be inspired by Native American lore and myths. Later on he would refer to his alter ego as the Lizard King, since he was always shedding away old skin and being renewed. This rejuvenating mentality was ongoing battle that Jim faced. Because of his massive success in such a short amount of time, he was overwhelmed with the lifestyle that came with being a rockstar in the 60s. Alcohol, sex, drugs all consumed Jim faster that anyone could have imagined. This environment made him feel “immune to normal authority”. It caused him to rebel more than ever. Show after show he was being arrested for reckless activities such as public drunkeness, harassment, and even indecent exposure while performing at a concert in Miami in front of thirteen thousand fans. At one point, Jim Morisson caused the band to be banned from the Ed Sullivan show after promising the executives he wouldn’t sing the lyrics “girl, we couldn’t get much higher” from the hit song “Light My Fire”. The live show aired and Jim went on to sing the lyrics without a care.
This careless and irresponsible behavior really put a strain on the band. It got to the point that fellow band-members were considering breaking off. In 1971, Jim decided to move to Paris with his girlfriend to get away from the arrest charges, from the stress of band life, and from the environment of a rockstar. He was focusing more on his poetry and eventually published a book on his work titled, “ The Lords [and] The New Creatures”. Unfortunately, he couldn’t run that far from his demons before they caught up with him. On July 3, 1971, Jim Morrison was found dead in his bathtub. Examiners say it was due to a heart failure, but since there was no autopsy performed, many believe it was in fact a heroin overdose.. He was buried in the Père-Lachaise cemetery on July 7. The news of his death was not released to the public until July 9.
“When the music’s over, turn out the lights. For the music is your only friend.”
I was introduced to The Doors by my dad when I was younger. At such a young age, I didn’t realize the impact that music can have on people, the impact it can have on me.
It has the power to make us feel so deeply, striking chords in our souls. Power so intense, it moves us across the living room floor, tethers one another, breaks through doors of time. It open old wounds or heal us, time after time. Locates the grooves etched into our bones and amplifies how we feel, think, and say. It’s in the background, like we’re make believe characters on a movie plot in rural California. It’s there at 3AM, sad boy hour. Makes us aware of our life fleeting faster each year. Break us down, getting to the last Russian nesting doll. Music transcends time. The fear of oblivion, of being forgotten, is nonexistent when it comes to artists, music. For Jim Morrison, 6ft under ground for 48 years, it’s his music that continues to be a friend to generations, including mine.
Natalie Mateo is a senior at Florida International University majoring in History and minoring in Political Science. She hopes that the history of France’s social, legal, and humanitarian movements, as well as the life experiences obtained in completing a study abroad program, will aid in her goal of attending law school and attaining her Juris Doctorate degree.
Below are her reflections throughout the France 2019 program.
Paris as Text
Fearless by Natalie Mateo of FIU in Paris, France on
July 2nd, 2019
Since the first notions of Paris, its people have been fearless in the face of danger and despair. From 300 BC with the Parisii, a Gaelic tribe that inhabited the area who fought fearlessly against Roman invasion around 50 BC, to the citizens who laid down their lives in the pursuit of liberté, fraternité, and égalité during the French Revolution in the late 18th century. Paris has seen enough bloodshed, riots, and revolutions to instill in its people a sense of pride and zest for life that I have already come to fall in love with in my first week calling Paris my home. As such, I must be like the Parisians and push on even when fear has made my blood run cold.
My first try at this, aside from traveling abroad for a month, was conquering my own battle and climbing to the top of Le Tour Eiffel. As someone who has dealt with a fear of heights for most of my life, thinking about making the climb up was unimaginable to me as I sat in my Miami bubble a month ago. But, once I set my eyes on the colossus, with my heart pounding and my knees trembling, a voice in my head simply said “up.” So up I went. Every step and staircase made me shudder and as doubt began to whisper in my ear, I continued on, repeating “up.” While this is no storming of the Bastille or march on Versailles, it certainly gave me a huge rush once I came back to the ground knowing I had slayed my Goliath.
Versailles as Text
Heaven Born of Hell by Natalie Mateo of FIU at
Versailles on July 7th, 2019
On the outskirts of Paris, a paradise lays in wait. The hunting lodge of Louis XIII that was turned into the French cultural birthplace founded by Louis XIV. Its golden gates appear from the brush before welcoming visitors to view its grandeur and opulence. Every corner shows the sun king himself looking down upon his subjects as they walk through this fantasy with eyes wide open and mouths agape. The gardens are full of Greek gods and goddesses around every corner taking in every bit of sunlight bestowed onto them. The fountains tell stories of power and punishment to both amaze and frighten visitors of Louis XIV’s wondrous nature. Operatic choirs fill the air with harmonious melodies that make you feel like you are floating through Versailles. But how could heaven on earth come to be?
Louis XIV’s ambitions of a beautiful yet powerful palace marked his reign and has left a strong stamp on history. In creating Versailles, Louis XIV thought of every detail of the palace to make it the strongest and most political portraiture of himself. From depictions of the royal family as Greek gods and goddesses to fountains depicting the downfall of his enemies disguised as mythology, every inch of Versailles is drenched in Louis XIV’s power. But all this power came with a human cost. The construction of Versailles severely drained the royal purse and its maintenance consumed roughly 20% of France’s tax revenue. The people of France were starving, and many believe that it was Louis XIV’s love for the flashy that set the French Revolution in motion. But, despite these casualties, Versailles still stands and is visited by roughly 5 million people a year who experience Louis XIV’s aspirations for France with awe and wonder. As difficult as it is to say, the benefit of Versailles creation has far outweighed its cost.
Izieu as Text
Never Again by Natalie Mateo of FIU at Maison d’Izieu on July 12, 2019
The Maison d’Izieu was intended to be a safe place. A place where Jewish families could send their children to survive the war. A place where Jewish families sent their children to survive antisemitism. Within these walls stayed roughly 60 children at its peak and had cared for over 100 by the time Klaus Barbie arrived on April 6, 1944. Sabine and Miron Zatlin, the couple who opened and operated the home, had done everything they could to give these children protection and foster a childhood during one of the darkest times in history. This all ended when Klaus Barbie gave the order to have all the children, aged between 5 and 17 years old, and their caretakers arrested and deported to concentration camps, leaving one sole survivor.
It is with great tragedies like this that the world seems to
say, “never forget.” Plaques commemorating victims and those lost lined with
the words “never forget.” But these words seem like an empty promise to me whenever
I watch the news.
Never forget the Holocaust and yet there are concentration
camps in China persecuting Muslims.
Never forget the poisonous nationalist governments that
arose before WWII and yet there is an increase in nationalism worldwide.
Never forget the families torn apart by Hitler’s orders and
yet there are families being separated at the U.S. border.
Never forget the children of Izieu and yet after a week of
news coverage people have already forgotten the names and faces of children
that have died under ICE custody:
Carlos Gregorio Hernandez, 16
Juan de Leon Gutierrez, 16
Felipe Alonzo- Gomez, 8
Jakelin Caal, 7
And more whose names have not been released but their ages range from 2 years old to 17 years old.
Rather than solemnly swearing to “never forget” actions must be taken to ensure these events remain in our history books with the words “never again.”
Lyon as Text
Is this what France has become? By Natalie Mateo of FIU at Montluc Prison on July 10th, 2019
Is this what France has become?
A place where people cower in fear
A place where Jews get arrested and sent away never to be
heard from again
People who haven’t even laid eyes on the Torah in their
lifetimes but had a great great grandfather who was a rabbi snatched up in the
middle of the night
A place where families are torn apart
A place where children are resistance fighters
A place where mothers and their children and held in cells
What have we become?
The Vichy government handed us over to the Germans as if we
didn’t come from revolutionaries who killed a king
What they have taken for granted is the resilience and power
of their people
The Resistance prints messages and papers several feet under
The Resistance sings La Marseilles in the streets
The Resistance graffities Vive La France on the side of
The Resistance is hiding Jewish families in their farm houses
The Resistance is sending love letters to their spouses
before laying down their lives for France
The Resistance is Jean Moulin, our unifier who slit his
throat to protect the Senegalese soldiers in the French Army
The Vichy government may have forgotten what France is, but
its people have not
Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité
These are principles tattooed onto the hearts of every
These principles are what keep us going
These principles will guide us through this never-ending
These principles are what makes dying for France worth it
Normandy as Text
A One Ended Conversation with an American Hero by Natalie Mateo of FIU at Normandy American Cemetery on July 23, 2019
Plot F. Row 1. Grave 30.
Service number O-464313.
4th Infantry Division, 8th Infantry
Raymond J. Hansen.
Born July 15, 1912 in Eau Claire County, Wisconsin where you would later enlist in 1941. You had two sisters and three brothers who I’m sure kept you humble and on your toes as siblings always do. I have my two sisters to thank for my humility. You spoke three languages: English, Danish, and German. I’m sure this helped you and made you a valuable asset to the armed forces in the thick of World War II. The ugly and monstrous child of the “war to end all wars.” You graduated high school in Denmark, Wisconsin in 1930 with the same bright eyes of innocence and hunger for the world that high schoolers still maintain today. Did you ever think you would lay down your life for our nation then? As you held your diploma in your hand, did you ever think that a gun would soon take its place? Three years later you would get your first college degree from North Central College. You then answered your calling and completed seminary school in 1936 at the Evangelical Theological Seminary and became a pastor at Grace Evangelical Lutheran Church of Webster, Wisconsin. In 1938 you would become a reverend and begin leading the congregation of United Brethren Emmanuel Evangelical Lutheran Church in Augusta, Wisconsin. And your last happy memory on record, April 14th, 1941, when you married your beautiful bride Léona Marks. But, a few months later, the bombing of Pearl Harbor happens and the day after, December 8th, 1941, you marched right over to the nearest enlistment office to serve your country. What did Léona say? Did she beg you to stay? Or did she send you off with tears in her eyes knowing this was the right thing to do? I couldn’t imagine having to see my husband off to war after only 8 months of marriage. That’s not enough time. How many lonely nights did she spend worrying about you and crying herself to sleep? Did you two make the best of your time together before you went to fight? I would like to think you two spent your time inseparable. Helping the congregation, staying home together, wrapped in each other’s arms, spending nights slow dancing by a fire, and flooding each other with words of love and kisses. I know that’s what I would have done. Then it was time for you to begin your training. Being a chaplain, they needed you to play priest, doctor, and confidante all in one. You bounced around between New Jersey and Florida and also had a short stint at Harvard University where you were taught the basic principles and practices of several religions so you could serve all the men serving under you. Then on January 26, 1944, you arrived in England and began to put your training to use. You kept the soldiers’ morale up by being a close friend, holding mass, and giving confession that the soldiers fondly referred to as “padre’s time.” Did you see the fear and pain in their eyes? What did you say to them? How did you reassure them? Or were you just as scared as they were? Fortunately for your men you had first aid training before the war and received further training after enlisting. This meant that in addition to soothing and healing the men of your regiment spiritually off the battle field, you also tended to their physical wounds on it. It must have been soothing for them to see such a familiar face and close friend helping them as they laid there with bullets zipping past them. Did you ever question God while you were trying to save these young boys? Did you ever ask, “why them”? Since God is supposed to be all powerful and mighty and the ultimate punisher of evil, did you ever lose faith in his abilities as you saw innocent people dying at the hands of the wicked without retribution? I know I would have. I’ve questioned my faith for less almost a century after you laid down your life for me to be able to live mine. Then the most important moment of the war yet: D-Day. For five days you managed to stay safe and fulfill your duties: bandaging and burying soldiers. How many last rites did you have to give to the young men whose lives had barely started? How many eyes did you need to close that had barely been opened to the world? How many sons did you witness lay down their lives for the sins of the world? How many friends did you have to bury? And again, I ask, did you ever question God? All of this death and decay must be for God’s plan, right? Then, on June 11th, 1944, shortly before your 32nd birthday, the Germans overwhelmed you and you were hit in the line of fire. Your records engraved with the words “KIA- Killed in Action.” You had served honorably and were a light for many in your regiment. You would later be given the Purple Heart, a medal for those who were killed in combat. I’m sorry for asking again Raymond but I can’t stop wondering if you ever questioned God. With everything you saw in your short time in combat, was it God who kept you strong? Or were you just naturally resilient and hopeful? Why didn’t he protect you from death? Did he abandon you just like I feel he has abandoned me? Did he comfort you as you died? Did he wrap you in his warm glow as you felt your body going cold? I’m still waiting for that feeling. After 12 years of Catholic school, two of which were filled with depression and thoughts of suicide, without a single helpful and warm hand in sight, am I even worthy of his love and protection? Because if he couldn’t even protect you from Nazis committing the most heinous crimes in history then what hope is there for me? I still don’t know. The bible tells me yes but the Church tells me no. The gospels told me Jesus loved outcasts and sinners and yet when I spent two years wanting to die and spending my nights staring at fistfuls of pills my Catholic school told me “go ahead, but if you fail, we’re kicking you out.” Did I still deserve God’s love then? Do I deserve God’s love now? I know you can’t answer me. I know you’ve been long gone. But being able to survive that darkness, and getting to know you through my research, I know 16-year-old me could have really used some “padre’s time.”
Letter read at the grave of Raymond J. Hansen at the
Normandy American Cemetery:
I thank you for your great sacrifice and your unwavering faith. I thank you for conducting mass and holding confessions as the ground shook beneath you. I thank you for putting your life on the line to bandage wounded soldiers in the battlefield and for also risking your life so that my generation can live the lives that we have been given. Live that’s we take for granted each day. I thank you for sacrificing yourself in order for the United States to continue holding on to its freedom and the rights that we hold dear to our hearts. I thank you for the greatest sacrifice of your own life so that our class, a group of immigrants as well as first- and second-generation Americans, could stand here today. I will thank you and the other men and women buried here in the Normandy American Cemetery again and again every day of my life, for the rest of my life, for everything you have given us. I hope that the world never forgets to appreciate the amount of sacrifice and pain given here during the D-Day invasion and that we continue to fight for what is right.
The Most Famous Magic Baguette: The Two Injustices Committed Against Victor Noir by Natalie Mateo of FIU at the Père Lachaise Cemetery on July 26, 2019
Born Yvan Salmon on July 27, 1848, Victor Noir’s fame met
him in death. In 1868, at the age of 19 years old, Noir became a political
journalist for La Marseillaise, an anti-Bonapartist newspaper. During his time at the newspaper, the editor,
Pascal Grousset, became involved in a written conflict with Pierre Bonaparte,
the great nephew of Napoleon I and the first cousin of the French Emperor
Napoleon III, in which Pierre Bonaparte felt that La Marseillaise was defaming
his family. This written altercation then led to the two men challenging each
other to a duel. Grousset would later send Victor Noir and Ulrich de Fonvielle,
another journalist at La Marsellaise, as his seconds to Pierre Bonaparte’s home
to arrange the details of the duel. At Bonaparte’s home, the discussions of the
duel went horribly awry and resulted in Bonaparte shooting Noir in the chest
resulting in his death on January 11, 1870. The people of Paris were livid that
a member of the Bonaparte family murdered a young French journalist. Victor
Noir’s death resulted in several riots throughout Paris and he was considered a
martyr of the people. Over 100,000 people attended his funeral in Neuilly.
Politicians of the time then used his death as a political ploy for their
elections and reelections by stating they attended the funeral, and hence were
on the side of the people. Pierre Bonaparte was then tried for murder but
argued in court that Noir had struck him first by slapping him in the face which
resulted in the shooting. Despite having Ulrich de Fonvielle, the other young
man who went to arrange the duel, as a witness to testify against Bonaparte in
court, Bonaparte was acquitted. This sentencing set off even more riots and
demonstrations throughout Paris as the Second Republic crumbled around Napoleon
III. I find that this court ruled “innocence” of Pierre Bonaparte is the first
injustice committed against Victor Noir.
As someone who aspire to go to law school, I can’t help but
to notice all of the injustices and pitfalls that occur in the legal system. Pierre
Bonaparte getting away with the murder of a young journalist is an instance we
have seen time and time again in society. A wealthy and connected person
commits a crime and either gets away with it or serves minimal time in jail and
walks away merely with a slap on the hand. A recent example of this is the case
of rapist Brock Turner. On January 18, 2015, Brock Turner, a former student at
Stanford University, sexually assaulted an unconscious young woman behind a
dumpster. He was then stopped by two other Stanford students who then pinned
him to the ground and called the police. As the investigation began, Brock
Turner’s phone contained nude images taken of the unconscious woman as well as
text messages sent to a group chat discussing the images. The case gained
national attention not only for the crime committed, but for Brock Turner’s
actual trial. Coming from an affluent family, as well as his background as a
student athlete on Stanford’s swim team, the judge who presided over Turner’s
case did not want to “ruin his future.” In addition to this, Turner’s father
sent a letter to the judge requesting he be lenient with his son so his life
wouldn’t be ruined over “20 minutes of action.” The maximum sentencing facing
Brock Turner for sexual assault was 14 years. However, he was given only six
months in county jail and three years of probation. More disgustingly, Turner
was released from jail after only three months.
After the fall of the Second Republic, Victor Noir’s body
was exhumed and placed in the Pere Lachaise cemetery. In 1891, sculptor Jules
Dalou was commissioned to make a piece to be placed atop Noir’s final resting
place. Dalou sculpted Noir as if he had just been shot dead, his eyes still
partly opened and his top hat falling down from his hand. Dalou also included
another detail, a noticeable bulge under Noir’s belt. The statue became the
center of superstition attracting women in flocks from all over the world. It
is said that if you rub his protruding bulge, it will prevent infertility and
increase vitality. If you kiss his feet, you will meet your husband within a
year. If you kiss him on his nose, lips, and/or chin, you will be reunited with
a loved one. As simple as these superstitious acts may seem, some people, of
course, go above and beyond in completing these acts. Some women have climbed
onto the statue of Noir and sat on his bulge while other have done the same to
his face. This then led to the erection of a fence around the grave of Victor
Noir by the French government in 2004. However, the women of Paris were up in arms
and after several demonstrations, the fence was removed and Noir’s statue was
fully accessible again. I find this to be the second injustice committed
against Victor Noir.
While the superstition is done in good fun, I can’t help but
think about how the world would feel if the same was done to the grave of a
woman. If I were to have lived and died the same as Victor Noir and a post
mortem statue of me was placed on my tomb, would my body become the same center
of superstition as his has? Would the world stand by and laugh as men kissed my
cold metal lips or rubbed themselves against my body? Or would the world decide
that doing that was off limits since I am a woman? As much as society loves to
sexualize the female body, it is oddly something that is still off limits. The
female body is portrayed as sensual and voluptuous in paintings and the media
and yet women all over the world need to remain pure and untouched. This double
standard exists throughout the world but is the most prominent and hypocritical
in cases of sexual assault. A woman gets raped and, while she still faces
hardships and backlash, people still flock to her side to defend her. A man
gets raped and he is mocked and laughed at. “What do you mean you got raped?” “Men
can’t get raped!” “Oh c’mon man she’s super hot you’re telling me you didn’t
like it?” “You were hard so that meant you liked it.” Where is the justice for
these men? Where is the justice for Victor Noir? As I researched his life and
saw images of women laughing as they touched an unconscious/ dead Victor Noir,
I couldn’t help but think “If this body was alive, these women would be no
better than the men they are told to fear.” Victor’s killer walks away innocent
and he is sentenced to an eternity of women fondling him for some supposed good
luck and fertility. Is that all he has been reduced to? Unfortunately for him,
it seems the world has forgotten his story and wishes to only remember him as a
statue that he never even saw in life. To me, Victor Noir will continue to be a
victim for all eternity.
De Gaulle (1890-1970) was in every sense a contradictory character — Jean Lacouture, an earlier biographer, called his colossal personality “a battlefield” — with tensions between “restraint and hubris, reason and sentiment, classicism and romanticism, calculation and provocation”. He was “a soldier who spent most of his career fighting the army; a conservative who often talked like a revolutionary”. And Gaullism “succeeded in becoming the synthesis of French political traditions reconciling the left to the state and the right to the nation, the left to authority and the right to democracy”. He was able to achieve this unifying transcendence because of the “legitimacy” — his favourite word — he had acquired during the Second World War as leader of the French government in exile.
Lewis Jones (2018)
Charles Andre Joseph Marie de Gaulle was born on November 22, 1890 in the region of Lille in the Nord Department. His family, specially his uncle and his grandfather inspired him to learn about history and inserted him into the lecture word. He learned compositions and was passionate about poetry. At the age of fifteen, he anticipated the future when wrote an essay with the title “General de Gaulle”, in which he imagined he was the leader of the French army on its victory over Germany in 1930. Years later, he joined the French army placing his father and his own intellectual interests about history and his country. During his first years of serving the army, he demonstrated strong abilities besides his physical qualities (height: 6’5”), and five years later he was promoted to sergeant. During his studies at the academy he started being an average student, and then he increased his skills, intelligence, knowledge, and personality being on the top of his class. The time of being proved arrived to his live when the World War I stayed.
World War I
After two months he rejoined the army as commander of the 7thCompanyand two months later he was assigned regimental adjutant. He performed a good job on his position, earning the Croix de Guerreand ascending to Captain. Once again, he received a bullet on his left hand and was out of battle during four months. Once his abilities led him coming back, he rejoined the forces, leading the 10thcompany again. For last time, he received bayonet wound on the left thigh after being stunned by a shell. He survived the effect of this incidents and the consequences of poison gas, but was captured by the Germans.
During the first days of the war he was wounded while performed as platoon commander in the Battle of Dinant.He received a bullet on his knee and was hospitalized enough time to criticize the methods of the French Militia. There were three aspect that De Gaulle found erroneous about the military tactics: the over-rapid offensive, the inadequacy of French generals, and the slowness of English troops.
De Gaulle spent almost three years on prison under the German regimen. He got depressed because he was absent on the War. This situation was for him a fatality. His passion for the battle were so strong than got him frustrated about being incarcerated. He never complained about the food, the situation, the lonely, the exile; his only concern was not being part of the French army. He used this time to read, to learn German, to discuss with other prisoners about military strategies and possibilities of victory. He also wrote his first book “ Discorde chez l’ennemi” which was published on 1924 and explained the division and issues within the German troops. When the war was terminating, he was liberated, and came back to his father’s home with his three brothers who survived the war.
Charles went to Poland to as staff of the French Military Mission to Polandand earn the decoration of Virturi Militari. Once back in France he studied at the Ecole de Guerreduring two years, in which his grades were good, but never excellent. His professor Moyrand referred to him as an intelligent man, with unique attitudes as leader and as soldier, and as extremely arrogant with excessive amount of self-confidence. One year later after finishing his studies, Charles published an essay on tactics depending of the circumstances, which constituted for many a response to his professor Moyrand. The same decade, he published other articles and lectures such as “Historical Role of French Fortresses”, “Leadership in Wartime”, and “Prestige”, ending on the formation of his book The Edge of the Sword. He came back to Ecole de Guerre as a commandant, but this time with the position of commander as he had sworn years earlier. Gaulle continued writing, even proposing his tactics to the senator, arguing for his concepts and ideas and earning prestige amount the militaries.
Tanks and rapid maneuvers rather than trench warfare.
On his book published on 1934, named Toward a Professional Army, he explained his position against the old trench warfare and the benefits of the use of tanks and rapid maneuvers. He believed so much on himself and was strong about his ideals, he defended his war strategies and his book was a success. Gaulle sold more than 700 copies on France and the thousands of copies on Germany (good numbers for that time and topic). After his book, he earned more respect and prestige across the country, and his tactics were criticized in France and followed in Germany. He was a well-known figure when he published his new book France and her Armyin 1938.
Word War II
During War II he was the command of the 4thArmoured Division, he wrote books, criticized strategies and was in front of tanks battles. During the German invasion, he was directing the attack at Montcornet and was defeated several times by the enemies. He rejected order of withdrawal and advance into the field, enjoying one of the few victories of French. During this period, he was so secure about his tactics, rejecting superiors advises and confronting the Germans face to face. Then, he was given a mission to go to London, many of his collagenous had rejected and he accepted. On his biography he specified the depression and frustration he felt forming part of this mission. This meant his recognition of the government and a decided break from the French Army. During this time, he had several ideological problems with Churchill, demanding the rights of the French Committee (Jones, 2018).
He was recognized as the leader of the Free French and confronted as usually problems with his superiors. Gaulle’ wife and daughter had to move constantly while in London, and they were living separated for the general. He was a public figure and counted with admires in France, while the Vichy sentenced him to four years’ imprisonment and the court martial in absentia condemned him to death. After agreements and conversations, he formed the Free French National Council and then the Free French Air Force which cost him almost being killed in a plane sabotage on April 21st, 1943. To the other hand, president Roosevelt refused to accept him and even when their relationships started to improve, De Gaulle was not a trusted person to the American government. He stayed with his ideals and was clear on every meeting, he asked for being recognized as a leader figure of Free French. On June 14 of 1944 Charles went back to France in the wake of invading army. France welcomed him as deserved, and he headed the first allied troops to enter the capital: “Leclerc’s Free French second armored division. Sometime later, he was also the head of the provisional French government. In the elections of 1945, he failed to win enough votes and retired from the public life (Rudolph, 2016). The major cataclysm of France has passes, but Charles De Gaulle was not satisfied with the results, writing the following phrase:
It is not tolerable, it is not possible, that from so much sacrifice and ruin, so much heroism, a greater and better humanity shall not emerge.”
Charles De Gaulle.
The President of the Fifth Republic
The official felt that France did not need him, or at least that his ideals were so pure for a country still on recovery. He wrote his book Memories of the War. When the Fourth Republic stayed, he planted his disposal for the country. Algeria returned the power to him after winning the war, and he was assigned as president of the Fifth Republic. Instead of following Argelia’s interests, the president stayed by the France’s benefits, creating discomfort and resulting in the white revolution in Algiers. He suffered attempts against his life at this time.
His labor most important during this period were:
Trying to convert France in an atomic power rose
Healing the relationships with German
Making the first attempts of inserting Britain to the European community
Tour for 10 Latin American countries.
On the elections, he was reelected on the second ballot for seven years. Between his achievements during this period are:
Tour of 6000 miles around the Soviet Union.
He signed the declaration for the closeness between Eastern and Western Europe.
Called to EEUU to withdraw from Vietnam during a speech on Cambodia.
For his peaceful position he made of Paris a neutral point for meetings between EEUU and Vietnam.
He launched the first nuclear powered submarine in 1967.
One of the most controversial elements during these years was his visit on 1967 to Canada, where he used the slogan “Vive le Quebec libre” encouraging the French-Canadian separatism.
He continued with his foreign policy by visiting the Soviet Union, Poland and Romania in order to increase their relationship.
“The cemeteries are full of indispensable men.”
Charles De Gaulle
De Gaulle government was categorized as a “dictatorship”, and years later he admitted on his letters to his son that for ten years he was really a monarch (Jones, 2018). Young students started to fight for their rights and the necessity of taking part on the decisions of the country. This point in the French history is considered the major crisis of Gaulle. He left the country without notification and returned when military security was assured. He stayed with his arrogance and self-confidence, and at this time this characteristic is shown on the phrase he uses to refers to the revolutionary students: “When a child gets angry and oversteps the mark, the best way of calming him is to give him a smack.” (Jones, 2018). He negotiated with the students and workers, but a little later he dissolved the parliament. He won one more time the elections but was unpopular and considered too old for the government. He resigned the presidency on April 28thof 1969. He published his book The Renewal, the first of three book Memoirs of Hope, this was considered the fastest seller in France. When he was almost 80 years old, he died suddenly at his home with the company of his wife on November 9thof 1970. France and the whole world felt his death.
“How can you govern a country which has 246 varieties of cheese?”
Joseph-Ignace Guillotin was born on March 28, 1738 in Saintes, located in southern France– he was an aries. Joseph-Ignace Guillotin always excelled within his studies in Reims, France; he was interested in the arts and for a brief period of time, he became literature professor at the University of Bordeaux. Despite his success, Guillotin left for Paris and soon became an established physician, one of the best in the city. He was instrumental in the beginnings of the French Revolution as a chosen representative in the Estates General. One of the more outspoken members, Guillotin advocated for an equal representation of all of the classes and more non-nobility citizens in the Estates General, one of its undeniable flaws. He even supported women’s rights to be represented amongst the Estates General, something very uncommon during this time. Dr. Guillotin was a very outspoken and intelligent man. In a culture where almost everything is predetermined based on your social status and there is not much freedom to use other skills in a professional field, a literature major and professor moved forward towards an intricate field: medicine. Even in today’s “progressive” society, this is not common in France nor is it often even imagined by those lucky enough to continue their education, yet Dr. Guillotin accomplished this feat and much more. Not only did he then become an established doctor, but he also never gave up his literature background; by using his foundations as a scholar and writer, he became an active politician fighting for human rights- something that once was the core value of the Revolution, but became twisted along the way.
Despite his infamous killing machine, the guillotine, Joseph-Ignace Guillotin was a capital punishment abolitionist; he was staunchly against any practices revolving around executions. He believed that all of the current killings were unnecessarily cruel and was simply sorted based on your class in society. Whenever people of the lower, working classes were sentenced to death, they would often be: hung, which could take hours if improperly executed, quartered, painfully ripped apart by horses running in different directions, or even sentenced to the breaking wheel, where one’s bones would be broken and then bludgeoned or stoned to death. Wealthier or upper classes, would be privileged with the opportunity to be beheaded, however, this too had many issues. Each family or individual would have to hire their own executioner, with some being swifter and “better” than others. Otherwise, those families on the lower tier of the upper class would often risk hiring executioners who may have dull blades or simply would not complete the job in one swing; nonetheless, it always depended upon how much money you were willing to spend, even on your death bed.
These injustices, along with his personal experience as a doctor, pushed Guillotin to advocate against the death penalty, often writing many pamphlets criticizing against it. However, as time elapsed and the gruesome executions continued to occur, Guillotin realized that he should switch his focus to solving the most immediate concern: the way in which people are being tortured to death. This concern is what led him to propose to the National Assembly a law that would make the guillotine the official instrument of capital punishment, until its abolition in 1981. He oversaw the development of the first prototype and advocated for its use within the Assembly, that led to its successful use. Many critique Dr. Guillotin for the contradictions between his actions and his morals, and label him as a hypocrite for going against one of his fundamental beliefs against capital punishment. However, I fully disagree with these critiques of his character. Rather than being a hypocrite, Dr. Guillotin was an actor of change. The only reason why he chose to oversee the development of this machine was because he recognized that at this specific point in time, despite all of his efforts, he was not going to be able to prevent death nor would he be able to prevent capital punishment. Injustices were still occurring based on social class, people were still being tortured to death so he needed to make a decision, a change. He was an intelligent person and considering the political and societal environment at the time, this was the only solution to prevent unnecessarily cruel deaths.
After its invention, the guillotine soon became the favorite object of the National Assembly and its successors soon after. During its height in the Reign of Terror under Maximilien Robespierre, between 1793-1794, almost 2,600 people had been sentenced to execution. By 1799, it was an upwards count of over 15,000 who had been beheaded. The guillotine did not discriminate between class, as was Dr. Joseph-Ignace Guillotin’s main purpose, it claimed the lives of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette as well as common thieves and those who were “against the state.” Also, during Nazi Germany, Hitler was reported for using the guillotine and killed around 16,500 people by decapitation.
Despite this widely used machine, Dr. Guillotin did not want to be associated with it nor did he ever wish for his name to be used in connection with the machine because, as previously mentioned, he was a staunch capital punishment abolitionist. Moreover, he only aimed to invent this device to provide equality in death for all French citizens; he did not believe that they should be subjected to cruel and unnecessarily violent deaths. The guillotine was never intended to be such a public nor entertaining event. He wished that it would take place in a private center, however, he was horrified by the increasing fanfare and bloodlust for dire entertainment amongst his fellow citizens. It is easy to see why he and his family petitioned the French government to change the name of the machine; after they were rejected, they decided to change their family name altogether.
Dr. Joseph-Ignace Guillotin was an active advocate for human rights in France and was one of the leaders in advocating for structural change. In his Petition of the Citizens Living in Paris, this pamphlet argued for the humane and egalitarian executions as well as an equal representation within the Estates-General for all citizens. Once elected as a representative within the National Assembly, he was able to pass a law that required all sentences of death to be carried out by his machine. During a follow up speech in 1789 defending his machine, he has been quoted as saying, “Now with my machine I take off your head in the twinkling of an eye, and you never feel it.” Many critics soon shamed his words and ridiculed him and his speech in various periodicals, nonetheless, he stayed dedicated to getting his plan approved and passed into law.
Joseph-Ignace Guillotin struggled with the legality of the death penalty. While morally he knew that he could not stand behind or support capital punishment, within his government, he struggled to defend against it. This same fight is one that is held all over the world in the current international system. As of 2017, there are about 142 countries around the world that have abolished the death penalty and many more that have not used it within the past 10 years or allow the penalty in extraneous circumstances. Nonetheless, in the United States, the death penalty is legal in 30 states, including Florida. As a prospective criminal attorney with hopes of living and working within Florida, this same battle is a reality that I may face. Whether I will be on the prosecution or the defense is still a mystery, however, I will be faced with the same dilemma: how does one justify capital punishment? This is something that I have and will continue to struggle with as I move throughout my law career. Thankfully, in part to Dr. Guillotin, society does not have to face the torturous deaths that were rampant during these times. However, despite the newfound “equality in death,” the death penalty is still an extreme and permanent punishment. Death cases do carry a heavy toll on one’s heart because an actual life is on the line, whether or not you are on opposing sides of the bench, the fate of an entire person’s life rests in your hands. While I am against the death penalty, as I do not feel it is within mankind’s authority to end a person’s life, because the method is egalitarian and not painful, it does make the extreme decision to do so a lighter burden to many. Nevertheless, the law does not entirely reflect nor does it care about “feelings.” It also would be wrong to deny that in extreme cases, the thought of capital punishment would be so heinous; for example, it would seem almost crazy that people would be against Ted Bundy getting the death penalty. But still, should humans be the ones to decide on life and when to end it? This is still something that I struggle with and will continue to do so throughout my entire career. Nonetheless, these discussions should occur within our society and should reflect the beliefs of all of the citizens. Dr. Guillotin’s arguments have helped to propel the fight to abolish capital punishment all over the world.
Dr. Joseph-Ignace Guillotin lived a life dedicated to trying to achieve equal rights for all people, regardless of social or economic class. Though his machine helped to define a Reign of Terror, he did not advocate for any of the senseless killings to occur. As a proponent for equality under the law as well as equal representation, he has helped to shape our society today. Though creating this machine had made it easier to execute people by justifying the lack of pain, he also did create an egalitarian way for all to be executed and put an end to a torturous death that was common to the previous eras. His writings have been used to help abolish capital punishment in France and all over the world, while it has also served to ensure that those states that continue to practice capital punishment do so in a way that does not discriminate against anyone and is as painless as possible. He truly changed the landscape and redefined what it meant to have equality in death.
Join Professor Bailly for an introduction to the France, Italy, & Spain study abroad programs of the FIU Honors College. Meet students that have completed the programs and have all your questions answered. Whether you are going to Europe in Summer 2020 or considering 2021 or 2022, this session will be helpful.