North America’s fear of offending #CharlieHebdo

Several years ago, when I was between better jobs and working at a crappy breakfast restaurant, one of our waiters pressed a copy of Charlie Hebdo into my hands. He was from Paris, and knew I was into political cartoons.

“You must read ziz,” he said, “you will love eet!”

And I did. Charlie Hebdo was like nothing I’d seen.