Lettre d’outre-tombe - Dans la peau d’un faux « terroriste » Par Ndiaga Loum)
I, the fake "terrorist," from where I now find myself, in my heavenly and eternal home, am writing to you, with a heart at peace, freed from the weight of suffering, from the unbearable heaviness of this life which has been nothing but pain lately, since I was dragged by force, by the sole fertile imagination and carnivorous desire of my tormentors, into the Senegalese "camp" for the rehabilitation of fake "terrorists." The fallacious and diabolical accusation of which I was the victim, which brought me to prison for so long and which accelerated my passage from life to death, has taught me at least one thing, I mean even more, a kind of wise mystical power long buried deep within my "self" and which I can now, from my grave, teach to the general public who will read these few words: I now know who is a real terrorist and who is a fake terrorist, I can describe them with surgical precision. Give me your attention one last time, I share with you my secrets from beyond the grave about the true face of the terrorist without whom I would never have learned so much, because I had never suffered so much.
This is what a real terrorist looks like: he lives far from his country and his people, of whom he was recently the leader and whose inquisitive gaze he cannot bear today, sure of having hurt, very badly, his fellow citizens who are victims of his acts of torture and his gratuitous assassinations, without foundation, if not to satisfy his base criminal impulses of "powerist" frightened by the emptiness, the discomfort and the uncertainty of the post-mandate tomorrow. The real terrorist can coldly order the assassination of 80 young demonstrators, the incarceration of 2000 young patriots, some of them for the "crimes" of wearing bracelets in the colors of a political party, or the "crime" of having chosen the image of their leader on the wallpapers of their smartphones. The real terrorist can plan and organize the disappearance of soldiers or gendarmes leaving their children orphans who will perhaps also die slowly of grief. These feats of arms described above cannot be the work of a fake "terrorist" like me. The proof: I, a fake terrorist, am dying in Dakar from the after-effects of my unjust stay in prison, he, a real terrorist, continues to live in Marrakech from where he dances the tango on the bellies of martyrs .
The real terrorist can transform angels into monsters, or reveal their true nature, long covered by the dark and satanic cloak of hypocrisy. I think of all those people who were accomplices of the "butcher" of Marrakech and who justified repression in the name of "reason of state." They helped him create fake "terrorists" like me, caring little for the gravity and indelible impact of their gratuitous accusations, the consequences on our suffering bodies and our forever affected minds. They are the real terrorists. You, you still dare to meet our gaze without shame while your former boss dances the tango in Marrakech on the bodies of the victims? A special thought for this "deus ex machina," a former minister who traded her natural sensitivity as a mother to wear the jumpsuit of a "benevolent" guard of the largest of teenage prisons. I heard her say that if these thousands of patriotic children and fake "terrorists" had been imprisoned, it was to protect them. In short, the little manual of fascism: "we hurt you, but it's for your own good." She and some of her former colleagues who loudly, outside the country, in all the forums in the world where they were still listened to, the accusation of terrorist against their own fellow citizens, were undoubtedly born a little late and in a place too far away, otherwise, they could have offered their zealous services as collaborators to Hitler or Mussolini.
To the true terrorist, who, from his gilded exile in the Maghreb, will read this letter from beyond the grave, to his accomplices and torturers on a commissioned mission, I can confide this very frankly and very seriously: I forgive you! Because, after all, I have finally understood that we do not belong to the same world. In yours, the belly and the lower belly are the only bastions of power. In mine, we rise above earthly baseness, ephemeral pleasures of domination and the enjoyment of fleeting power that can lead to all sorts of excesses. Until fate stops you without warning. And then, we will discover that the inadequacies we all share are not just renal, they are naturally generated by the biological clock to mark the beginning of the most democratic test in the world: death. The privilege of having left this world before you helps to purge negative memories, it enjoins me the duty to forgive you for what you have made me suffer, but it also grants me every right to recommend attrition and repentance to you before our future meeting in heaven, to note together the guilty fragilities of our shared humanities.
In Memory of the Fake “Terrorist”!
Ndiaga Loum, full professor, UQO
Commentaires (16)
Monsieur Loum, vous m'avez enseigné la communication au Cesti
Je me souviens d'un prof qui venait plus tôt que les étudiants et pourtant il quittait Rufisque et nous le Campus
Je me rappelle d'un prof qui parlait et échangeait avec ses étudiants plutôt que de leur imposer son fascicule
je me souviens du prof qui pourtant a préféré partir loin au Canada alors que l'UCAD lui proposait un recrutement tellement il était bon
Je me rappelle de vos tribunes, où se mêlait faits et lecture scientifique
Ndiaga, certainement et sans vous en rendre compte vous êtes pris au piège des algorithmes
Je ne peux croire que l'esprit fécond qui vous anime en soit devenu d'une partisanerie si crasse que la mauvaise foi vous sert de ligne d'analyse
ressaisissez vous Ndiaga
Vous savez ! les souvenirs que je viens d'évoquer ont déjà 20 ans de vie ! La vie s'en va très vite, trop vite même
et sachez que vos contributions à la révolution ont poussé certains esprits pourtant très cartésien à se transformer en Monstre
si tu oses dire qu'il n y avait pas de projet de renversement du pouvoir politique par l'usage de procédés de la terreur (bruler des maisons, bruler des voitures, jeter des cocktails Molotov y compris sur des gens en vie, saccager des lieux de travail, tenter de couper l'eau de Dakar et d'attaquer une centrale de la Senelec) si vous Ndiaga Loum vous pensez que tout était clean, alors je suis désespéré de ce pays. et je vous donne raison de l'avoir abandonné pour une carrière dans une université canadienne. sauf que même là, vous n'avez pas le droit de souffler sur les braises par des mensonges éhontés.
paix à l'âme de pape Mamadou Seck. abandonné à son sort alors qu'il ne souffrait que d'une insuffisance rénale. au fait oui Ndiaga, peut être que son état s'est détérioré en prison, ou plutôt au pavillon spécial. mais qu'avez vous fait pour lui une fois au pouvoir ? vous l'avez abandonné le ''faux terroriste''
Sonko a appelé au renversement de Macky , par la parole et par la plume . Les preuves en sont largement disponibles. Et ses appels ont été suivis d’effets et ont eu comme résultats des dizaines de morts
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