samedi 27 octobre 2007

*** Guy Moquet


I think that the subject of my oral presentation is a good occasion to do an article on my blog.

So I’m going to present to you Guy Moquet’s life.

As you know Nicolas Sarokzy decreed that all high school childrens should read Guy Moquet’s letter on 13th october, the day of his execution.

But Who does really know who was Guy Moquet ?

Guy Moquet was born in Paris in 1924. He was originally from a communist family. He attended the lycée Carnot in Paris. He was a militant of the “Jeunesse communsite”.
He was 16 when France was invaded. In october 1939, his father was arrested, as a lot of communists on this period. This event strengthened his engagement for the communist advocate. He was refuged in the department of the Manche with his mother and his brother, but he decided to come back to Paris to commite to Resistance. For example, he passed out (distributed) fliers with communist ideas, and to ask for communists captives discharge (liberation). He was arrested in October 1940, by 3 french policemen because communist propaganda was unauthorized. He went to the jail and then to a detention camp of Choisel (near to Chateaubriand, in Loire Atlantique).
On 20th October 1941, a commandant of the occupation troops was executed in Nantes by 3 young communists. Vichy’s Government decided to select communist hostages. So, 2 days later, 27 hostages were shot. Guy Moquet was the youngest. This execution chocked the population.
During his detention, Guy Moquet has writtten a lot of letters to his family. The most famous is one that he wrote the eve of his execution.
This is this the letter that Nicolas Sarkozy choose. So every year, on 13th October high school childrens should read this one.

Some history teachers disagree with this “new celebration”.

In my opinion, this in not an efficient maner to learn to the childrens, the resistants’ stories. In fact, this letter doesn’t explain it in spite of the fact that it is very touching.
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6 commentaires:

MikaelSTID a dit…

Good subject.
He is more interesting than the 'Les planches'.

Mary's blog a dit…

Maybe because you don't know "les planches" ...
But we surely haven't the same hobbies...
After it just requires some open-mindedness

MikaelSTID a dit…

I haven't the some hobbies,I agree...

MikaelSTID a dit…

Petite Marie, je parle de toi
Parce qu'avec ta petite voix
Tes petites manies, tu as versé sur ma vie
Des milliers de roses
Petite furie, je me bats pour toi
Pour que dans dix mille ans de ça
On se retrouve à l'abri, sous un ciel aussi joli
Que des milliers de roses
Je viens du ciel et les étoiles entre elles
Ne parlent que de toi
D'un musicien qui fait jouer ses mains
Sur un morceau de bois
De leur amour plus bleu que le ciel autour
Petite Marie, je t'attends transi
Sous une tuile de ton toit
Le vent de la nuit froide me renvoie la ballade
Que j'avais écrite pour toi
Petite furie, tu dis que la vie
C'est une bague à chaque doigt
Au soleil de Floride, moi mes poches sont vides
Et mes yeux pleurent de froid
Je viens du ciel et les étoiles entre elles
Ne parlent que de toi
D'un musicien qui fait jouer ses mains
Sur un morceau de bois
De leur amour plus bleu que le ciel autour
Dans la pénombre de ta rue
Petite Marie, m'entends-tu ?
Je n'attends plus que toi pour partir...
Dans la pénombre de ta rue
Petite Marie, m'entends-tu ?
Je n'attends plus que toi pour partir...
Je viens du ciel et les étoiles entre elles
Ne parlent que de toi
D'un musicien qui fait jouer ses mains
Sur un morceau de bois
De leur amour plus bleu que le ciel autour

Ayers rock a dit…

Mikaël, have you REALLY read the lyrics of the song ???????

MikaelSTID a dit…

It's a beautiful song...