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On January 7, 2015, around 10:30 A.M., few people in France were prepared to say “I am Charlie.” We had entered a new age and couldn’t do anything about it. The paper was no longer important, except for a few loyal readers, for Islamists, and for all kinds of more or less civilized enemies, ranging from boys in the suburbs who didn’t read it to the perpetual friends of the wretched of the earth, who liked to call it racist.