• « Douze ans d’esclavage » de Solomon Northup chez Entremonde (Lausanne, Suisse)
    http://www.20minutes.fr/article/1272063/ynews1272063?xtor=RSS-176

    1) Qui êtes-vous ? !
    L’éditeur, travailleur précaire attaché aux livres, de « Douze ans d’esclavage » de Solomon Northup.

    2) Quel est le thème central de ce livre ?
    Ce qu’il advient de la liberté et des batailles qu’elles suscitent dans la noirceur de l’esclavage aux États-Unis.

    3) Si vous deviez mettre en avant une phrase de ce livre, laquelle choisiriez-vous ?
    « Quoiqu’il en soit, l’idée d’une insurrection n’était pas nouvelle parmi la population du Bayou Boeuf » (p.191).

    4) Si ce livre était une musique, quelle serait-elle ?
    Sans aucun doute la magnifique chanson « who’ll pay reparations ? » de Gil Scott-Heron.

    5) Qu’aimeriez-vous partager avec vos lecteurs en priorité ?
    Une passion pour l’émancipation et pour les livres que l’on espère racailles de papier et missiles d’actions dans la vaste question sociale.

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    • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4CChz4DjQE

      Who’ll pay reparations on my soul ?

      Many suggestions
      And documents written.
      Many directions
      For the aid that was given.
      They gave us
      Pieces of silver and pieces of gold.
      Tell me,
      Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

      Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
      From the White House desk (uh huh)
      Written on the cue cards
      That were never really there. Yes,
      But the heat and the summer were there
      And the freezing winter’s cold. Now
      Tell me,
      Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

      Call my brother a junkie ’cause he ain’t got no job (no job, no job).
      Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
      Told my mother she got to carry me all by herself.
      And now that I want to be a man (be a man) who can depend on no one else (oh yeah).
      What about the red man
      Who met you at the coast?
      You never dig sharing;
      Always had to have the most.
      And what about Mississippi,
      The boundary of old?
      Tell me,
      Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

      Call my brother a junkie ’cause he ain’t got no job
      Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
      Told my mother she got to carry me all by herself.
      Wanna be a man that can depend on no one else (oh yeah).
      What about the red man,
      Who met you at the coast?
      You never dig sharing;
      Always had to have the most.
      And what about Mississippi,
      The boundaries of old?
      Tell me,
      Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

      Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
      From the White House desk (uh huh)
      Written on the cue cards
      That were never really there. Yes,
      But the heat and the summer were there
      And the freezing winter’s cold.
      Tell me,
      Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?
      Who’ll pay reparations,
      ‘Cause I don’t dig segregation, but I
      can’t get integration
      I got to take it to the United Nations,
      Someone to help me away from this nation.
      Tell me,
      Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?