A randy Frenchman takes a
mighty fall
By Wesley Pruden
PrudenPolitics.com
Seduction is for sissies, as every politician knows.
A real man must have his rape. This is a design for
living not just for politicians, but for
professional athletes, movie stars and assorted
other celebrities, too.
Nevertheless, even a politician is innocent until
proved guilty. Politicians’ wives, on the other
hand, do not necessarily hold to this uniquely
American standard. Dominique Strauss-Kahn was
probably not a flight risk.
The judge’s decision to keep him in a spare, dark
jail cell, considerably less luxurious than his
$3,000-a-night digs at a French hotel in Manhattan,
probably reflects an excess of caution. Why would
Mr. Strauss-Kahn, or “DSK”, as the Paris papers call
him, flee the protection of the American courts,
even if the cuisine runs to pinto beans and Wonder
Bread, to fly into the embrace of an angry wife?
The director, or former director, or acting former
director, or whatever, of the International Monetary
Fund, who was pulled out of a Harlem police station
lineup and charged with the attempted rape of a
hotel chambermaid, has already fallen far. He
probably has not hit the floor yet. His
American-born third wife, a French television
journalist, offered the ritual loyal wife’s defense
(“I do not believe for one second the accusations
brought against my husband”) and urged everyone to
“exercise decency and restraint.” She is ready to
deal with him herself in the wifely court from which
there is no appeal.
The arrest has thrown French politics into a real
pot-au-feu, with DSK the boiled plump chicken.
Everyone’s searching for the appropriate metaphor.
The leader of DSK’s Socialist Party says the news of
the arrest hit Paris “like a thunderbolt.” The
Socialist militants, he says, are in “disarray,”
which is what a thunderbolt of lightning will do to
almost anything. This is unusual because the French
traditionally don’t care what you do as long as you
pronounce it correctly.
But this time looks to be different. The French
politicians and pundits who took such delight in
sneering at Americans for their innocent shock at
Bill Clinton’s excellent randy adventures are
reprising much of the American outrage of two
decades ago. “It’s a disaster for our country and
for France’s image,” says a member of Parliament.
President Nicolas Sarkozy, heeding the ancient folk
wisdom that “when your enemy is destroying himself
it’s important to get out of his way,” reprised the
wounded wife’s reminder that her husband is, after
all, innocent until proved guilty. This is rich,
however, because in France there is no such legal
protection; the accused is guilty until proved
innocent.
The only measurable damage to the image of France is
the revelation that “the Great Seducer,” as he is
known to Paris gossips, had to resort to the “maid
service” celebrities should expect in a luxury
hotel. How humiliating. Don Juan, after all, did not
make his reputation seducing truck-stop waitresses
and hotel chambermaids.
When great men fall from high places, the
oft-expressed puzzlement is why, with great wealth
and unquestioned power available to him, would such
a man behave like a vagrant with a libido inflamed
by the mere sight of female flesh. How could Bill
Clinton be credibly accused of rape in a Little Rock
hotel room? Kobe Bryant escaped reproach after an
encounter with a hotel chambermaid that would have
ruined a visiting Rotarian (and because nobody
expects much of professional basketball players,
anyway).
This is precisely why such men think they can get
away with it. The culture has taught them that they
can. Nobody expects much of celebrities. Once upon a
time rape was regarded as a very serious offense in
America, just short of first-degree murder.
Conviction occasionally meant the electric chair or
the gas chamber. Now rape is often reduced to
shoplifting. The courts will decide what happened in
DSK’s hotel suite, unless his expensive lawyers can
plea-bargain it down to something manageable, like
indecent exposure (and indeed the chambermaid might
well have been traumatized by the sight of his naked
jowls, champagne belly and some things that should
be covered at all times). The moral in the instant
case, if there is one, is that foreclosure
occasionally comes even to bankers.