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The small apartment my wife and I rented for a month-and-a-half four years ago in the Marais district of Paris was 81 stairs up from ground level: our kitchen windows looked north across the leaded rooftops—among which, just over 100 metres away, was the roof of the Bataclan music hall, in which on the evening of November 13, 89 people were massacred by terrorist gunmen, and a larger number grievously injured.

Our favourite restaurant, the Bistrot Melac, is a short stroll to the southeast along Boulevard Voltaire, and a block from the Rue de Charonne and the CafĂ© Belle Équipe, where on the same evening another 19 Parisians were murdered by ISIS terrorists. These and other Paris attacks were part of a series, including bombings of a market and mosque in Baghdad, the destruction by ISIS of a Russian airliner on October 31, killing 224, and ISIS attacks in Beirut on November 12 that killed 43 people and wounded another 239.

How best to honour the victims, and the grief of the bereaved? I have friendships in France going back decades, and have lived there for some two years in all, but claims of identity would ring false: I would prefer to seek an understanding of the community the murderers hoped to terrorize.

The staircase from our apartment descended into a courtyard, around which there were spaces mostly used for storage, though one housed an auto mechanic’s shop, and another a furniture-repair atelier. Along with similar artisanal businesses in the district (dressmakers’ shops, a luthier, a wrought-iron workshop), these were a sign that the neighbourhood retained some elements of its traditionally working-class character. Its ethnic mix was evident in the staff and clientele of the grocery store around the corner on Rue Alphonse Baudin, and of the Cour de Lions swimming pool and Saint-SĂ©bastien primary school on the opposite side of the street.

Another local quality — communal solidarity — may be suggested by an anecdote that does not flatter me. Returning one evening from dinner at the Melac, my wife and I were accosted on Rue Saint-SĂ©bastien by a somewhat unsteady elderly man who said: “Mademoiselle, do not go with this man: he has wicked intentions!” For a couple married nearly 40 years, it was amusing to be taken for an ingenue and a rouĂ© –even if in my case the error confirmed George Orwell’s adage that after a certain age every man has the face that he deserves. I remain unsure whether the episode testified to a serious social problem in the neighbourhood, or rather to a subtle Parisian sense of irony.

Some aspects of the neighbourhood seemed idyllic: the stroll down Rue Vieille du Temple to our favourite boulangerie, across from one of Paris’s finest synagogues; the street markets that filled the wide median of Boulevard Richard Lenoir twice a week with booths for cheap clothing and excellent food; the Canal Saint-Martin, which emerges magically from under that same boulevard some distance north of the Bataclan, and along whose grassy banks I jogged several mornings a week; and the beautiful symmetries of the Place des Vosges, whose little park provided another oasis of greenery.

But the neighbourhood also contains reminders of a sometimes violent history. The final fighting during the suppression of the Paris Commune in May 1871 took place in this district, and one of the defensive street barricades stood just south of the Bataclan (which dates from 1864), at the intersection of Voltaire and Lenoir.

Several blocks further south along Voltaire is the Gymnase Japy, where in 1941-42 Parisian Jews were interned before being deported to Auschwitz. The gymnasium was again used for detention in October 1961, when the Paris police arrested 11,000 people following a demonstration against the Algerian war, and killed over 200, mostly by drowning them in the Seine.

Four months later, at the nearby Charonne mĂ©tro station, the police killed nine trade unionists who had demonstrated against the terrorist Organisation de l’armĂ©e secrĂšte (OAS); and in 1996 they brutally suppressed a two-day occupation of the Gymnase Japy by “sans-papiers,” illegal immigrants protesting against their limbo status.

On the morning of May 1, 2011 I was drawn from my writing desk by the sound of the annual May Day demonstration descending Boulevard Voltaire from the Place de la RĂ©publique.

To which radical group should a visiting scholar lend his support? I chose to march with the Archivistes et Bibliothécaires, whose numbers were swelled by my presence to a round dozen.

France was heavily involved at that time in the bombing of Libya, against which many of the May Day banners protested. The Socialist Party, though not in office, supported the bombing: my archivist-librarian companions spoke of this in acid tones, and the other participants in the march expressed their disapproval by leaving wide gaps on both sides of the Socialist contingent.

NATO’s illegal regime-change operation, which was not remotely envisaged by the UN Security Council’s no-fly-zone resolution, destroyed Libya’s infrastructure and produced a chaos of jihadi factions — just as the U.S.’s illegal regime-change operation in Iraq had done. But since coming to office in 2012, François Hollande’s Socialist government has pursued the same pitiless policy in Syria.

In December 2012 Hollande’s foreign minister, Laurent Fabius, said of the al-Nusra Front jihadis that “sur le terrain, ils font du bon boulot” (“they’re doing a good job on the ground”) — while in May 2014 Hollande proclaimed that France wants to establish a Syrian government, excluding the current president, Bashar al-Assad, that would incorporate “all opposition groups.” As Hugh Roberts observes in the London Review of Books, that would include ISIS, as well as al-Nusra.

The folly of this is staggering. Al-Nusra, a 2011 Syrian offshoot of Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi’s Islamic State of Iraq (ISI), has since the spring of 2013 been largely re-absorbed into that entity, which in June 2013 added “and Syria” to its name, becoming ISIS — and then in June 2014 proclaimed itself a worldwide Caliphate. The central operational principles followed by ISIS and al-Nusra alike were outlined a decade earlier by one Abu Bakr Naji in a book, Management of Savagery, which French intelligence agents have undoubtedly read.

But France joined the U.S. and Britain in a policy that involved unleashing theocratic murderers on the people of Iraq and Syria — re-describing them where possible as “moderates”; winking at the financial and logistical support provided to them by Saudi Arabia, the Gulf states, and Turkey, our NATO ally; and making no serious attempt (until very recently) to interfere either with their military columns driving over open desert, or with ISIS’s main economic lifeline, the columns of oil trucks delivering stolen oil north to the Turkish border. As Russia’s President Putin has noted, these are activities that people who possess spy satellites and aircraft can observe.

When we mourn the victims of ISIS, then, we need to include the millions of Syrians and Iraqis who, in flight from their ruined cities, are seeking places of safety.

And when we think about state sponsorship of terrorism, we should perhaps ask some Western leaders, in words from the refrain of an old union song: “Which side are you on, boys, which side are you on?”

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