All that is left of unity is nostalgia, but it speaks more and more loudly. Candidates present themselves as wanting to restore the national greatness, to 'Make America Great Again' or 'set France back in order.' At the same time, when one is wistful for French Algeria, is there anything one can’t be nostalgic about? Everywhere, they promise therefore to reconstruct the national unity by force. But the more they 'divide' by going on about the 'feeling of belonging,' the more the certainty spreads of not being part of the whole they have in mind. To mobilize panic in order to restore order is to miss what panic contains that is essentially dispersive. The process of general fragmentation is so unstoppable that all the brutality that will be used in order to recompose the lost unity will only end up accelerating it, deepening it and making it more irreversible. When there’s no longer a shared experience, apart from that of coming together again in front of the screens, one can very well create brief moments of national communion after attacks by deploying a maudlin, false, and hollow sentimentality, one can decree all sorts of 'wars against terrorism,' one can promise to take back control of all the 'zones of unlawfulness,' but all this will remain a BFM-TV newsflash at the back of a kebab house, and with the sound turned off. This kind of nonsense is like medications: for them to stay effective, it’s always necessary to increase the dose, until the final neurasthenia sets in. Those who don’t mind the prospect of finishing their existence in a cramped and super-militarized citadel, be it as great as 'La France,' while all around the waters are rising, carrying the bodies of the unlucky, may very well declare those who displease them to be 'traitors to the Nation.' In their barkings, one only hears their powerlessness. In the long run, extermination is not a solution.
The Invisible Committee, NOW, pg. 27-28














