The guardians of culture are afraid


Do you hear the directors of our cultural institutions chattering with their teeth?

These brave public servants are trembling across the country.

At the CRTC, at Telefilm, at the NFB, at Radio Canada.

In museums, festivals, universities and libraries.

Everywhere, shaking, shaking.



Because they are afraid, guardians of our culture!

They have a dog!

When these intellectuals attend free conferences in Sweden or all-expenses-paid conferences in Japan, they are trading!

They speak of freedom, audacity and courage!

They praise artists who have dared to move the cage, think against the grain, and attack the benefactors of their time!

Long live Caravaggio! Dali! Kandinsky! Mapplethorpe!

Long live the rebellious artists who stand before the clergy of all kinds!

But when the same defenders of culture find themselves alone in their offices, it’s something else.

They curl up in a ball under their work table, praying to heaven not to argue!

Oh my god, make sure you don’t receive an email from an anonymous internet user who has been offended by an exhibition, movie or TV show!

Otherwise, what am I going to do?

I risk losing my job!

My expense report!

Heptie! My trips!

I am not a brave artist, I am only a weak civil servant!

Free download, not Picasso!

protect me!

Take the scissors!

All it takes is for a little rabbit hiding under the pseudonym of Bizoune24 to send them an email at 3am to tell them that he has to call his office in the middle of the night after hearing a public radio columnist utter a swear word. A word to the guardians of our culture to put on their Roman collar and turn to censorship.

Quick, let’s reprimand the bad announcer who said the N-word!

Yes, but the columnist in question quoted the title of a classic of Quebec literature…

Whatever, blame!

Yes, but a distinguished member of the French Academy used the same word in the title of one of his books…

Never mind, let’s be tough!

Yes, but the great Martinican poet Aimée Césaire himself remained faithful to the notion of neglect…

Never mind, let’s take a look!

Yes, but in 1983 Martinican director Ozan Balsey made a fantastic feature film called Kiss Rue des NègresThe film won 17 international awards…

No matter, let’s be punished!

Yes, but Omar Bongo, the former president of the Republic of Gabon, published a collection of interviews entitled black as white

No matter, let’s be punished!

Yes, but in 1966, the revision African presenceUnder the patronage of the great Senegalese poet Léopold Sedar Senghor, he organized the World Festival of Negro Arts, an exhibition considered one of the greatest events in the history of African culture…

Never mind, we cut!

And it’s these little things that control our media, our museums and our donor agencies?

It would be funny if it weren’t so pathetic…

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