Carolyn asked me last week: What would have to happen here for you go to France immediately? Anticipating my stubborn practicality, she qualified her question: disregard the puppy’s vaccination schedule (we can’t bring Lady Bird to France until she gets her rabies vaccine and we’ve been delaying that until she gets the more pressing vaccines, like distemper and parvo).
Certainly, it’s easy to imagine big changes that would make me want to pick up and scoot - public executions, say, or rounding up of citizens who say unpopular things, but the spirit of the question was really about incremental change, what’s the “last straw” step that would make me think I had to leave? I’ve been thinking about it all week. As I type this post, I'm not sure I have a good answer. Is “I’ll know it when I see it" acceptable? Readers, what’s your red line? What’s the incremental step that you would find politically intolerable or too threatening to overlook?
Thinking about Carolyn’s question put me in mind of a book (and a bit of serendipity I experienced last year.) While in Montpellier, I happened upon a New York Times review of Replay: Memoir of an Uprooted Family, by Jordan Mechner. I am passively acquainted with Jordan, and didn’t realize that he also lives in Montpellier! Jordan and I met a few times through overlapping circles of friends in NYC in the early 2000’s and after learning that we shared a city (again!), I reached out to reconnect.

Mechner’s graphic novel tells the story of his father, Francis Mechner, fleeing the Nazis during World War II. It also tells the story of his grandfather, who was conscripted into the army of Austria-Hungary during WWI and what became of him when Austria-Hungary ceased to exist (having been absorbed by Romania).
The stories of his father and grandfather are intertwined with recollections of Mechener’s own development from adolescent to adult in America. It’s an entertaining and moving reflection on the concepts of home, security, memory, family and how those ideas are transformed by war, politics, and statehood.
Back to Carolyn’s question: the truth is that so many things have happened that I would have previously considered red lines:
The executive branch is openly selling access and influence
The President has set up meme-coins that allow anyone, including foreign states, to funnel money to him directly and buy influence.
The President is openly using his position of power to enrich himself and businesses/governments/institutions he favors. He is also using his power to punish businesses/governments/institutions he dislikes.
The executive branch is defying judgements and orders from the judicial branch.
Congress has abandoned the responsiblity of being a co-equal branch of government; it has refused to act as a check on the power of the executive branch.
Citizens, legal residents, and illegal immigrants are being denied due process - a basic human right and the birthright of every American citizen.
The president and his justice department are attacking the free press through frivolous lawsuits and administrative threats (such as threats to revoke licenses).
The president and his appointees are dismantling government agencies that provide protections for consumers, information, health, food-safety.
The president is antagonizing our allies, destroying our economy, and openly courting dictators and bad actors around the world.
The president has dismantled agencies that fight corruption and mismanagement in government.
A significant portion of the body politic seems to take actual pleasure in cruelty and the suffering of others.
I’m having trouble answering Carolyn’s question because I’m already there - I’m ready to go. I’m not giving up on the US—I don’t have any plans to renounce my citizenship, and I continue to support politicians, causes, and policies that I believe steer America towards being the best version of itself. But it doesn’t feel like home (in my architect’s sense of that word). Home by definition should feel safe, stable, and welcoming. I wouldn’t use those words to describe America right now; those words make me think of France.
I asked earlier in this post and I’m asking again now: what’s your red line? Is it a red line about your personal safety or about no longer recognizing the country you were born in? Please comment!
Jusqu’à la prochaine fois,
Carolyn & Roberto
Hi all, Ann-Marie from Canada here. Thanks for this piece and your generous encouragement to comment Roberto. Today is the election in Canada. We have had a very upsetting time since DJT was elected with his comments about 51st State annexation and all the tariff malarky. I (loudly) voted for Mark Carney today, and am driving anyone who needs a ride to the polls to get out the vote. The Conservative option here takes a page out of DJT's book and we're doing our best to try to keep him out of office. There are so many red lines as we watch very closely all the things happening in the USA. We love you, and are mortified that so much division between the US and Canada has been created with your current administration, and wish you hope and change for the better very soon. Come to Canada. Seriously. We'd love to have you. There's lots of room here, word has it in our province (Nova Scotia, on the east coast) we'll gain 27 new American doctors this year. Our arms are open.
My red line was crossed when Bush stole the election from Al Gore. Our plans to move to France for positive, the pull of lifestyle changes, got the final push we needed. All planning for work, savings, and retirement were kickstarted and became real on paper. We became mercenaries of sorts, shunned permanent jobs, took only the highest paying contract project work we could find, boosted our 401ks and fed more into SS. Our plan included a move from NJ to Florida to avoid state taxes following us to France while enabling us to exchange our driver's licenses. We could have stayed another year but the election of Trump was the final blow. With that short stay in FL we were able to flip the house that gave us the cash to buy one in France and pay for the move. OK, more than you asked for but once I got started . . .