The Dutch Rightist populist politician Pim Fortuyn, killed in early May 2002, two weeks before elections in which he was expected to win a fifth of the votes, was a paradoxical symptomal figure: a Rightist populist whose personal features, and even (most of his) opinions, were almost perfectly politically correct: he was gay, had good personal relations with many immigrants, with an innate sense of irony, and so on--in short, he was a good tolerant liberal with regard to everything except his basic political stance. What he embodied was thus the intersection between Rightist populism and liberal political correctness--perhaps he had to die because he was living proof that the opposition between Rightist populism and liberal tolerance is a false one, that we are dealing with two sides of the same coin. Should we not, therefore, be striving for the exact opposite of the unfortunate Fortuyn: not the Fascist with a human face, but the freedom fighter with an inhuman face?
From Welcome to the Desert of the Real
I wonder what Zizek makes of the strange social engineering going on in Holland now, as the Dutch try desperately to maintain their traditional tolerance after Islamicist fundamentalists butchered a filmmaker for daring to criticize the treatment of women under Islam? I'm sure he's at work on an obtuse, cryptic, and damn interesting essay explaining what he thinks.
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The filmaker was the great-great grand-nephew of Vincent Van Gogh. That is weird.
I had not read that--but when I saw his name I'd thought--I wonder if...nah!
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