To know that “Europe is decadent,” the American administration did not need to go to Schorndorf, the Swabian town of 40,000 inhabitants twenty minutes from Stuttgart, the city of Gottlieb Daimler, one of the pioneers of the automobile industry.
The Gothic bell tower still dominates the market square, its spire piercing the sky like a stone lance. For five centuries that bell marked baptisms, weddings, and funerals of generations of Lutherans. On Sunday, November 16, inside the nave and at the altar where Martin Luther himself could have preached, a muezzin cried: “Allahu Akbar.”
This is not an isolated episode. It is twilight. And the fact that we have been convinced to call it dawn is the greatest cultural fraud of our time.
