Fickle Dawn

I’ve revisited this Alain Badiou article (translated by Steven Corcoran) after reading it for a class three years ago.

What should be feared is that sheltered behind the (legitimate) disgust that Le Pen and his cronies inspire an entirely other fear, intimate and abject, pursues its career: the fear that one day an unknown people, held at a distance, unnamed but massive, will come to request the accounts from those who have for so long consented to the fact that their apparent fortune, their tranquil lives, their discussion as “free” as it is vain, is paid for by the greatest indifference concerning the lot of generic humanity.