A quiet Parisian backstreet, enlivened only by a running engine
and gunfire.
An image beamed around the world.
A totum in the war for free speech.
A lone brave man, lying prone on the ashphalt,
facing down evil
in the knowledge of certain death.
I do my duty because I am a gendarme.
I do my duty because I am a good man.
Je suis Français.
Je suis Muselman.
Je suis Ahmed.
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