They have taken hostage the beautiful rallying cry of the Spanish Republicans during the civil war from 1936 to 1939: “No pasaran” (“They shall not pass”). That’s the title a score of rappers dared to give to an infamous video intended to mobilise against the National Rally. Under the guise of calling young people to their duty as citizens, these brilliant artists, anxious – they tell the gogos – to “get back to the essence of rap”, pour out ten minutes of calls for hatred, murder, rape and pogroms. As unbearable as it is to even mention these rants, here are a few that are more akin to the courts than to a “rather exciting variety of angles”, as Libération swoons.

For the jihadist side: “I reload the Kalashnikov like Ramzan Kadyrov / Fuck Imam Chalghoumi and those who follow the Sheitan at all costs”. We know that our friend Hassen Chalghoumi, the architect of hope between people of good will, whatever their faith, has been a target of fanatics for many years. The reference to Ramzan Kadyrov, the obscurantist and cruel Chechen president in Putin’s pay, shows us which side these fine musical consciences are sinking to at a time when Moscow is opening its arms to the Afghan Taliban.

For the misogynist side and the sexual obsession: “Marine and Marion the whores / A swat on these horny dogs”. In this healthy atmosphere of “artistic violence”, as the blissful commentators say, how gallantly these things are said! All outbursts are validated and glorified.

For the trafficking side: “Close the borders but the dope will still come up from Marbella / So yeah, that’s why I get paid”. There, the kings of crack and and coke the idols of the suburbs hovering over the ballot boxes of the civic conscience. In the chorus of praise that greeted this bluette from France Inter to Libé, did we really understand the supremacist intoxication dedicated to the merchants of death, to the stray bullets flying in the housing estates of Marseille, to the children struck down at the checkpoints of the petty kingpins?

On the anti-Semitic side: “The 1930s are making a comeback, so it’s only natural that Sheitanyahu should be the white man making contact with them / Long live Palestine from the Seine to the Jordan!” The invocation and evocation of “Sheitan”, the devil, unites all the nuances of the fundamentalist Ummah, from the Ayatollah incantations to the anathemas of ISIS, via the cries of fury of Hamas.

Sheitan is a password that has spanned generations of pogromists. From those who, thirty years ago in Algeria, burnt and slit the throats of women and children in the villages exterminated by the Armed Islamic Groups – in Bentalha, Raïs and so many other places – to those who, on 7 October 2023, burnt, disemboweled and raped women and children in the kibbutzes of Nir Oz, Beeri and Nahal Oz. Not to mention those who burnt, raped and kidnapped Yezidi children and women in the mountains of Iraq. Sheitan calls forth the blood that flows from the throats of Jewish, Muslim and Yezidi victims, tortured on the altar of fury.

Here is Sheitan again, in France, in the name of freedom.  A Kafkaesque metamorphosis. Here, again and again, is Palestine, watched over by Rima Hassan’s kefie, endorsed by Jean-Luc Mélenchon. The “rappers of fear” took the River Jordan up to the Seine to further terrorise the French Jews. Who can be fooled by this hold-up? No, the counterfeiters won’t get through. The lie is already eating away at them. No pasaran!