The guardians of culture are afraid

Culture Guardians Are Afraid


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

Across the country, these brave public servants are trembling in their panties.

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

In museums, festivals, universities, libraries.

Everywhere, it shivers, it shivers. 

It shudders.


It's is that they are afraid, our guardians of culture!

They've got the female dog! 

When these intellectuals take part in free seminars in Sweden or all-expenses-paid conferences in Japan, they're going crazy!

They're talking about freedom , audacity, courage!

They praise the artists who dared to stir the cage, think against the tide, attack the do-gooders of their time!

Long live Caravaggio! Dalí! Kandinsky! Mapplethorpe!

Culture Guardians Are Afraid

Guardians of culture are afraid

Long live the rebel artists who stand before the clergies of all kinds!

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

They're curling up under their desks, praying to the heavens not to get caught up in controversy!

Oh God, please don't let me receive an email from an anonymous internet user who felt offended by an exhibition, a film or a TV show!

Otherwise, what the hell am I going to do?

I risk losing my job!< /p>

My expense account!

My prestige! My travels!

I'm not a brave artist, I'm just a puny little civil servant!

Freeloader, not Picasso!

Protect me!


All it takes is for a little rabbit hiding under the pseudonym of Bizoune24 to send them an email at three o'clock in the morning telling them that he must have called his shrink in the middle of the night after hearing a public radio columnist utter a nasty word to get our culture keepers to put on their Roman collars and turn into censors. 

Quick, let's send a reprimand against the evil broadcaster who made the N-word heard!

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

Never mind, blame! 

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

It doesn't matter, let's get tough!

Yes, but the great Martinican poet Aimé Césaire himself held to the concept of negritude…

It doesn't matter, let's censor!

Yes, but in 1983, Martinican filmmaker Euzhan Palcy made a magnificent feature film entitled Rue Case-Nègres, a film that won 17 international awards…

That don't do anything, let's punish!

Yes, but Omar Bongo, the former president of the Republic of Gabon, published a collection of interviews entitled Blanc comme nègre.. .

It doesn't matter, chastions!

Yes, but in 1966, the review Présence africaine, under the patronage of the great Senegalese poet Léopold Sédar Senghor , organized the World Festival of Negro Arts, an exhibition considered one of the greatest events in African cultural history…

Never mind, coupons! 

And it's these little things that control our media, our museums and our granting agencies?

It would be hilarious if it weren't so pathetic…

The guardians ns of culture are afraid