France's foreign policy has never been this shallow, reflexive and incoherent, detached from any national interest, slave to the news cycle.
I've witnessed this evolution over 25 years, during my own career. It carries lessons about diplomacy more broadly 🧵
The most obvious shift is: presidentialization. Policy used to take shape within the ministry (the Quai d'Orsay), home to solid intellectual traditions, a robust corps of civil servants, and strong leadership figures.
Gradually, it moved to the presidential palace (the Elysee).
Within the Elysee, policy was formed at first by a small team of technical advisors who hailed from the Quai d'Orsay, and coordinated closely with it.
Even that changed, as the president's political staff and the president himself took over.
That also opened the door to all sorts of "late-night" whisperers, and the impulses, intuitions, and influences coming from the president's personal networks.
This leads to abrupt, mystifying decisions that foreign policy professionals sometimes learn about through the news.
In this increasingly ad hoc process, what was lost was exactly what makes foreign policy: intellectual frameworks, institutional memory, long-term strategies, hard-earned technical experience.
They subsist, but all too often in catch-up mode.
Formal diplomatic circles haven't just been left behind.
Budgets have been shrinking almost yearly. Extraneous appointees have multiplied. Much young talent abandoned their career, discouraged. Much old talent has been humiliated, cowed, or shunned aside.
This means that what used to structure foreign policy has degraded. What's left is the paraphernalia of diplomacy: statements, envoys, and conferences with little substance and less consistency still.
Diplomats grumble at this state of affairs, which is part of the problem.
Diplomacy, while long being in crisis, hasn't done much to reinvent itself.
Embassies haven't evolved, with the exception of one unfortunate innovation: vacuous social media posts to boast about "constructive meetings" or flaunt the beauties of the countries they sit in.
Meanwhile, diplomatic cables follow the same patterns of old. No new depth of expertise has emerged on the world's contemporary problems: climate, inequalities, mobility, digitization, and so forth. In a crisis, embassies hunker down, overtaken by a stifling security mindset.
These trends in turn reinforce presidentialization, which rests on the premise that professionals have little on offer, locked as they are into lavish lifestyles and stale paradigms inherited from the past.
So we have costly, short-sighted decisions and petty politics instead.
For much the same reasons as France, the US, the UK, Germany, and others display foreign policies shaped by ordinary prejudice.
Because politicians are free from professionalized structures, their personal whims and biases, and that of their coterie of advisors, win the day.
This may help explain the ongoing collapse of Western-inspired international norms, in the context of Gaza.
It also sheds light on what these standards are being replaced by: base instincts, through which resurface so much of our unresolved past.
(If this sounds judgemental, I'll simply note that all the sectors I know are in crisis, mine included. The first act of reinvention is disclosure. In intellectual occupations, self-criticism is in the job description. It's not as if we could hope to hide our failings anyway.)
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I once had a surprisingly frank chat with a member of Assad's guard. He would stand sentry around his home, and was occasionally part of his retinue when traveling within Syria.
It was a surreal conversation. It summed up for me the regime's dependence on "an army of slaves" 🧵
Before this chance encounter, I'd never had much interaction with these types, although I drove and walked past them routinely in Damascus.
They were dressed in white shirts and crummy black suits, in the heat, the cold, and the rain. They looked poor and proud and powerful.
After my second child was born, I was heading home from the hospital in the middle of the night. I hailed a taxi, and hit it off with the driver: a young father like me. We talked about our lives.
I wouldn't have believed his day job, had he not gotten into many vivid details.
The time has come to share excerpts from a memo I wrote in 2012 for Kofi Annan, on Assad’s personality and leadership style, in preparation for their first meeting.
It helps explain how the regime could rot over the years, from the inside, starting at the center 🧵
Assad is “a product of the regime’s inner core; he nonetheless has several outer layers of varnish that impress his Western interlocutors in private meetings. He does not espouse his father’s legacy; he loathes the comparison, and strives to distinguish himself from him.”
“He is different indeed: he misreads and despises his society; he brings in a nouveau-riche mentality; he fears strong figures and empowers weak ones; he micromanages rather than delegates; and he never sues for compromise, whether in a position of strength or weakness.”
In Lebanon, Israel's war is giving us a taste of what it's like to live in Palestine. The parallels only go so far, but the general trends are disturbingly clear.
And in many ways, that is precisely the point 🧵
We now look to the sky, not least in search of surveillance drones.
Technically, these could be as silent as they are invisible, but they make a racket for the sake of it, as a statement of their ability to penetrate everything, our daily routines and our minds.
From above, strikes come unpredictably. Some collapse a residential building with all the families inside, in the hopes of killing just one enemy figure hiding within. The blast shakes everyone all around.
The thought of all the innocent souls shakes us deeper still.
In a war zone, an unexpectedly big part of the challenge is to reassure anguished friends and relatives abroad. It can be excruciating to watch from afar. But the ensuing anxiety can also make things more difficult for those on the ground. 🧵
A few rules of thumb may help if you're watching and worrying right now, especially if you haven't experienced war yourselves:
- People in a war zone don't necessarily have much to report each day. When you're not caught up in the action, war can be eerily uneventful and slow, however packed with emotions it is.
The booby-trap attacks in Lebanon have given rise to a fascination and celebration that is important to analyze. Yes, it's a mind-boggling intelligence feat in a merciless war. But there are disturbing undertones to the glee. 🧵
Secretive, high-tech, ruthless yet "targeted" and efficient violence is an old and widespread fantasy, captured for instance in Obama's predilection for drone-powered extraterritorial assassinations, not to mention the myth of "surgical strikes" that developed in the 90s.
Such tactics usually don't change much to a conflict's overall dynamics, unlike regular warfare or consistent diplomacy. They also kill many civilians. But they carry a godlike quality, emulate divine justice, or at least stake a claim to do so.