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Anonymous:
I’m a firefighter, and what I saw yesterday in the streets of Paris broke my heart.
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We responded around 10 p.m., after the call for a dumpster fire that was escalating. We thought it was just a simple evening incident.
We arrived on the scene, and it was hell. Paris, my city, the one where I grew up, where I did my first shifts, had become a war zone. Black smoke everywhere, screams, explosions from mortars. Groups of young people, often from immigrant backgrounds, hooded, organized, charging at law enforcement like on a battlefield.
I saw fellow police officers getting lynched with iron bars. I saw a police car pelted with stones as we were just stepping out to put out a fire that was threatening families. We were set upon by rioters who screamed at us, calling us “dogs.” We were just trying to save lives, and we became targets.
I picked up a 14-year-old kid, face covered in blood, who was crying as he said he’d followed “the big guys” just “for fun.” I saw a mother, shutters closed, begging us to protect her children while everything downstairs was being smashed. Shattered storefronts, looted shops, burning cars… all of it under the pretext of “celebrating” something.
Celebrating isn’t breaking things.
Is this France in 2026? A country where you can’t go out at night without risking your life? A country where entire neighborhoods are handed over to clans that respect neither our laws, nor our history, nor our firefighters, nor our police? Where we watch helplessly as our capital, a symbol of light and culture, is turned into a playground for barbarians who spit on the hand that feeds them?
That night, coming home at 6 a.m., still covered in soot and sweat, I cried like a child. Not from exhaustion. From rage and sadness. For my children. For my injured colleagues. For this country I love and that’s letting itself die.
Wake up. Please. Before there’s nothing left to save.