coming to Netflix – Room 2806 and the DSK sex scandal, 9 years later

They always said that one day a movie would be made on this hot topic. Well, it’s been done. Documentary film director Jalil Lespert returns to the scene of the crime that brought down not only one of the most powerful men in the western world, but a potential candidate for the next President of France.

Who is DSK? Dominique Strauss-Kahn. Professor of Economics. Minister of Economy and Finance from 1997 to 1999. Former managing director of the International Monetary Fund (IMF), and a controversial figure in the French Socialist Party due to his involvement in several financial and sexual scandals.

Where did the crime occur? In room 2806 of the Sofitel hotel in New York City.

Who was involved? Nafissatou Diallo, a refugee from Guinea (West Africa) who lived in the Bronx and worked as a maid at the hotel. 

What was the charge? Sexual assault. Diallo alleged that Strauss-Kahn had sexually assaulted her after she entered his suite.

Was there a settlement? Reportedly, DSK paid Diallo 1.5 million dollars. Today she divides her life between Dakar, Senegal and NYC where her daughter lives.

Here’s my blog post on the subject that I wrote way back in 2013 –

Two events brusquely jolted the French out of their reverie vis-a-vis their archaic attitudes towards women: the arrest of Dominique Strauss-Kahn in New York in May 2011 and the arrival onto French soil of the feminist Ukrainian group, FEMEN, at about the same time. On a Sunday morning, over croissants and steaming bowls of café au lait, the entire nation stared with collective incredulity at their TV screens. What were they looking at? Surreal images played over and over for all the world to see of their well-known countryman and respected economist – who was not only the head of the IMF in Washington, but candidate to be the next president of France! – handcuffed, unshaven and flanked on either side by burly New York policemen before being shoved into the back of a car and driven off to prison on charges of alleged criminal sexual assault. This was reality TV at its most horrific. It was, as the French press called it, an electroshock.  

There’s nothing like a pair of handcuffs and the clang of a Rikers Island prison gate to shrivel a sex offender’s dick.

Flash-forward two years: it took half a year for the French to come out of denial. During that time we had to endure endless TV talk shows (what, again?) and long, tortuous, psycho-babble written in weekly magazines dissecting what was so obvious to us outsiders (that DSK was guilty), and seemingly oblivious to them. Two-thirds of the country believed it was a Sarkozy-orchestrated plot. In collusion with the French-owned Sofitel hotel where the assault took place, they imagined that Sarkozy had planned the whole thing in an attempt to sabotage DSK’s presidency bid.

Had this calamity occurred in Paris it would’ve been swiftly silenced, just like Strauss-Kahn’s prior transgressions had been silenced by the practice of a mafia-like code of honour here called omerta. For decades (we later learned) DSK had been groping and harassing women. Either none of the victims had come forward to complain, or they had come forward but were jeered at and dismissed by the macho men’s club that runs the Gallic corridors of power. The wake-up call that France sorely needed to shake itself out of its dusty, last-century torpor were those TV images of DSK in handcuffs played over and over with the eyes of the outside world looking on: judging and criticizing unacceptable French behaviour that had carried on, unchallenged, for centuries; unchallenged by both men and women. Better late than never, I suppose.

See the trailer below. The one line that stands out is this – “He didn’t believe he did anything wrong, other than to get caught.”

(127) Chambre 2806 : L’Affaire DSK | Bande-annonce officielle VOSTFR | Netflix France – YouTube

Far from the Madding Crowd

I loved this movie. When I first saw it on French television, I didn’t know I was watching an adaptation of Thomas Hardy’s Far from the Madding Crowd because the title is different. At some point though I recognized the story. The title in French is “Loin de la foule déchaînée”.

Far from the Madding Crowd (1874) is Thomas Hardy’s fourth novel and his first major literary success. Set in rural southwest England, it deals in themes of love, honour and betrayal, against a backdrop of the seemingly idyllic but often harsh realities of a farming community in Victorian England. It describes the life and relationships of Bathsheba Everdene (played by a brilliant Carey Mulligan) with her lonely neighbour William Boldwood, the faithful shepherd Gabriel Oak, and the thriftless soldier Sergeant Troy.

Have you seen this movie? It’s so so good.

(124) Far from the Madding Crowd Official Trailer #2 (2015) – Carey Mulligan Movie HD – YouTube

walking home at night

I love walking home from work at night, all the more so now that the decorations are up. We so need joy and illumination in our lives right now. Joy to the world! Fa la la … Christmas is coming …

This is the route I take home every night. People seemed to be drawn to those light rods.

What I particularly like about the Esplanade is that it’s car-free.

I work in a concrete jungle. But I like it. Growing up as I did in North America, I guess I’m used to tall buildings, glass and steel.

Here’s our building’s elevator with an air purifier in it. Below is my office space and desk where I spend 37.5 hours a week. Note the most important item on the windowsill: my Nespresso machine!

Here are two of my colleagues (Franco-Lebanese). He makes me laugh all day long.

increasing poverty (due to Covid)

“The most shocking thing I saw were young people lining up at the food bank. They were wearing their work uniform: an Uber food delivery vest.” A quote from someone I heard on the radio this week. The irony. Young people delivering food to others on scooters and bicycles, most always at night, but not having enough themselves to eat. A note to Uber Eats users? Tip generously.

Also this week: standing in a shopping mall buying myself a ham and cheese baguette sandwich, I heard a soft voice beside me – “Excusez-moi. Would you have one or two euros so that I could buy something to eat?” I turned my head to see a woman, well-dressed, in her fifties. She looked embarrassed at having to ask such a question. She was French.

Bien sûr“, I said. I bought a second ham and cheese baguette sandwich. Walking back to the office, I thought – That woman could be me. She could be YOU. She could be all of us. No job, not enough money to eat, no one or nothing to fall back on.

Last night after work, I stopped off at Marks & Spencer to stock up on food (for myself) for the weekend. I passed a young woman sitting on the floor with a small sign asking for food or money. Inside M&S, I bought a hot pizza and a drink and gave it to her as I walked past on my way to the metro. 

I no longer judge. I used to, but these are hard, hard times. “Unless you’ve walked a mile in someone else’s shoes, do not judge.”

It can happen fast. You lose your job through no fault of your own (redundancy. restructuring. Or a pandemic called COVID). Your unemployment benefits run out, you can no longer pay your rent or mortgage payments. Or you fall ill and can’t pay your medical bills. Or you’re a student and just have no money and you’re alone. Every homeless or hungry person has a valid story to tell (and it always begins with family.) Those from the Middle East? Their stories begin with war, displacement or persecution.

You have no family to help out, no loving parents whose home you can return to until you get back on your feet.

France has a generous safety net, but it’s being stretched to the limit. And benefits last for only so long. One of the reasons I live in France is because of that safety net. Because you see, I have no family. My loving parents died in the 1990s. Had they not died, I would’ve moved back to Toronto a long time ago to be close to them. I have an older sister – married, well-off – but we’re estranged. The last time I saw her was in a lawyer’s courtroom in Toronto in 2000.

There are so many wonderful, hardworking charities, associations and organizations the world over. For every Christmas or Hanukkah gift we buy this year, let’s donate to a charity as well!

La Fondation Abbé Pierre

Les Restos du Coeur

Le Secours catholique

La Croix rouge française collects clothes, toys, blankets.

https://www.croix-rouge.fr/French-Red-Cross

The Secours Populaire Français (SPF), or the French Popular Relief, dedicated to fighting poverty and discrimination.

EXCLUSION EXCLUDES NO-ONE.

purrrfect new ad for Thalys train service in Europe. And a trip to Amsterdam.

As I mentioned in a previous post, one of the pleasures of having a blog is to be able to look back through the archives to see what you were doing 2, 3, 5 years ago. A blog is a digital time capsule of sorts. So on this mild November Saturday late afternoon in 2020 as I sit here relaxing with a glass of Saint-Nicolas-de-Bourgueil at my side and listening to In the Mood for Love soundtrack on my CD-DVD player, I scrolled all the way back to November 2014 (wow, have I had this blog that long?)

I still think this advertising campaign below, created by Rosa Park ad agency, is brilliant. It promotes Thalys, a consortium of companies (SNCF, SNCB and Deutsche Bahn) that manage high-speed train service between France, Belgium, Germany and the Netherlands.

On December 20, 2014, I took a Thalys train to Holland. Fancy a winter trip to Amsterdam? Click on this link here, I had such a good time.

https://julietinparis.net/2014/12/

 

what to do on a rainy lockdown day

Today I want to turn the world off.

I’m sick of hearing and reading about Trump, COVID, Brexit, the lockdown and all the other depressing news. (But ecstatic over Biden’s win.) It’s time to change the narrative and tune out all the background noise. Just for a day; a rainy day.

Wednesday November 11 is a national holiday here (Armistice Day), so I took the Monday and Tuesday off to make a long 5-day weekend. Back to work on Thursday. Earlier this afternoon I diligently filled out my Attestation form allowing me to leave my apartment for a brief period while staying within a one kilometer radius of my building. I had local errands to do. But when I stepped outside, it was raining and I didn’t have an umbrella. I ended up in the convenience store at the foot of my street, the Attestation not needed.

I guess there are a lot of things to do on a rainy lockdown day depending on who you are and what kind of life you lead. But if you’re feeling lazy and hungry like I am, there are only two things to do: make a lemon drizzle cake and watch an old black and white movie.

Watching these old movies from the 1940s and 50s is one of my great pleasures (there’s a good selection on YouTube). I love the music, the dialogue, the clothes, the big cars, the interiors, the glamorous women. Austrian-born Hedy Lamarr was one of the most beautiful women in film.

In 1937, she fled from her husband, a wealthy Austrian ammunition manufacturer, and secretly moved to Paris and then onward to London. There she met Louis B. Mayer, head of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM) studio, who offered her a movie contract in Hollywood. But she wasn’t just a pretty face, she was also an inventor. During World War II she invented a radio-controlled torpedo and had it patented.

What I find surprising about some of these old movies is they’re not old at all, they’re remarkably modern. Take a look!

you’re fired!

Donald J. Trump: you are fired!

Bye-bye, you big blowhole. You never deserved the role of President. You and your grifter family members were utterly unqualified for the exalted positions that you cheapened and despoiled.

Now, dégage !  (bugger off!)

We don’t want to see you ever again, unless it’s from the inside of a jail cell.

Advisor to the President of the United States: focusing on “the education and economic empowerment of women and their families as well as job creation and economic growth through workforce development, skills training and entrepreneurship”.

First Lady of the United States of America: