In The Time Of The Revolution 1
Maryse
Condé
ACT I: 1789
THE STORYTELLER
Why are people so afraid of death? If they knew how
gentle and fraternal it is for bodies and souls defeated by existence, they
would desire its coming instead. The stage on the left
lights up gradually. In those
days, our country was called . . . A white man in
expensive clothes goes by, struts, and disappears. or
merchants trading wine, flour, goods and slaves, why not? The white man goes by
again. Same movements. The
so-called "petits blancs": farmers, artisans, sometimes owners of
one or two slaves. A peevish, poorly
dressed white man passes by without greeting anyone. 3,125
free persons of color: artisans, owners of land and slaves. 5
[End Page 454] A Mulatto as
expensively dressed as the "grand blanc" passes by, swaggers, and
disappears. 82,978
slaves transported in the holds of ships from the coast of Africa, for on the
eve of 1789, the slave trade has become prosperous. They don't own anything,
not even themselves. 6
The storyteller pulls
a proclamation out of his pocket and reads it. "FOR
SALE. 12 superb, first quality Blacks, accustomed to the heaviest labor, in
works of making levees, digging trenches, digging holes to plant sugar cane,
felling trees on the hills. They are available on a trial basis upon
request." During the reading of
this announcement, a group of slaves appears, staggers and disappears. The
light fades. France
was no longer called Gaul. No, that was ancient history! It was called
France, the kingdom of France. Slowly the right stage
lights up. It had 26
million inhabitants. The aristocracy: 350,000 people, who owned lands,
castles, personal property, real estate, servants to serve them from the time
they got up to the time they went to bed. An expensively
adorned, bewigged aristocrat struts and disappears. The
clergy: 120,000 persons in monasteries, churches and rectories taking away
the sins of the world. A priest passes by and
gives his blessing.
The Third
Estate: 25 million men, women, and children in the cities and the
countryside. 7
The storyteller
recites like a schoolchild. What is
the Third Estate? Everything. As the storyteller is
reciting, a group of peasants and bourgeois cross the stage. The storyteller
laughs. Do you at
least remember this? You all recited it in school. Darkness on the two
stages. Then the right stage lights up. The priest reappears. THE PRIEST
[He accentuates his speech by beating a drum like a town
crier] Brothers! Now is the time for justice! Brothers, our good king
Louis XVI, by the grace of God, concerns himself with our condition! [End
Page 455] He disappears. A
peasant couple listens to him, overcome with joy. NESTINE
What a good king! what a good king! Gaspard! What a good king! GASPARD
[Embracing her] What a good king! NESTINE
But what about the salt tax? GASPARD
No more! NESTINE
The harvest share? 9
GASPARD
No more! NESTINE
The direct and indirect taxes? 10 GASPARD
No more! NESTINE
Floods . . . GASPARD
No more! NESTINE
Sickness, plague, rabies, death GASPARD
No more! NESTINE
And a full stomach? GASPARD
That we'll have . . . Along with knowledge, good manners,
education . . BOTH
We'll have them, we'll have them, we'll have them! [The stage
becomes progressively darker] THE STORYTELLER
Leave them to their
moment of joy! It's not often that their eyes shed tears of joy! For us in
Guadeloupe, the month of May 1789 is no different than other months. No sun,
no joy! The left stage lights
up. A group of slaves is looking at a big black man, surrounded by two
foremen, standing in front of the master, M. de Juremont. Standing back,
Julien, a free Mulatto, is also watching. [End Page 456] THE MASTER
Have you rubbed his back and buttocks thoroughly? Have you put
pepper on his wounds? THE FOREMAN
Yes master! THE MASTER
Good. Untie him. Jean Louis, next time we'll cut out your
tongue. [To the slaves] This is the fate that awaits anyone who dares
to speak of freedom here! The group disperses.
Jean Louis and Julien remain on stage. JULIEN
Poor Jean Louis! Now look what's happened to you! JEAN LOUIS
Julien! Why are you still here? I'll end up believing what
people say about you, that you've got your eyes on buying this plantation
with the money that you'll borrow from your friend Des Chaumes, the merchant.
JULIEN
Don't believe what they say. All they like around here is rumors.
The bigger, the more nauseating, the more they like them. JEAN LOUIS
Is it also a rumor that you're going to marry the widow Chambart
and that as a dowry she's bringing you a lucrative sugar mill and 35 slaves?
Soon you'll be as rich as a "grand blanc"; as rich as your father
before he vanished . . . JULIEN
I have no father! I was born from the sperm of the wind that
laid my mother under a casuarina tree, then blew down to ransack the plain .
. . JEAN LOUIS
[Laughing] You're always dishing out the same old bull. [Serious]
I bet you were splitting your sides while I was kicking and screaming? JULIEN
You're wrong. It was like when we were little. When I used to
see my fath . . . [he corrects himself sharply] Monsieur de La Salle
kick you senseless because you had looked directly at him in the whites of
his eyes. What's the use, unless you're looking for a martyr's crown? Saint
Jean Louis! Can a Black become a martyr? No, because he doesn't have a soul.
[he laughs] Jean Louis moves back. JULIEN
We have a meeting tomorrow at Noel's place at Sainte Anne, under
the pick cedar . . . [End Page 457] JEAN LOUIS
A meeting to do what? Like the last time, to rail against your
mean white daddies? And yet it's mighty useful to have a white daddy who gave
you your freedom! JULIEN
We've gotten news from Saint-Domingue. 11 The free men of color there want to send deputies to the
Estates General. 12 We're going to do the same. JEAN LOUIS
And you think that the king will allow you to attend the Estates
General? You? You who don't even have the right to sit in the same churches
and the same meeting halls as the Whites? JULIEN
Don't speak against the king. The problem is his advisors, who
cook up schemes around him at Versailles and who tell lies about us! The king
cannot exclude men who are free, property owners and tax payers! JEAN LOUIS
Men who are free, property owners and tax payers . . . But we
aren't men. I'm not coming to your meeting, Julien. There's nothing I can do
there! JULIEN
You're wrong. As usual, you're not thinking. Once our deputies
are in Versailles, they'll raise the issue of their brothers, the slaves . .
. They'll raise your issues! JEAN LOUIS
And I'm the one you accuse of not thinking! But the free men of
color hate our skin. Those who've emerged straight from the womb of a Negress
want to forget it. The others have already forgotten . . . JULIEN
All that's over. OVER. We've understood that we have to unite.
That it's our union . . . Yes, our union . . . Their voices fade out
and darkness returns. THE STORYTELLER
Dreams, people's dreams!
Thicker than the hair that grows on their heads! Justice for some folks.
Unity for others. Happiness for everyone. But alas, people's dreams are not
made to grow freely like guinea grass on the banks of the highways. 13 Some people try to pull them up, to mow them down, to dry
them out, to burn them and see them go up in smoke. The right stage lights
up. It's crowded. King Louis XVI, a caricature on a throne, and some of the deputies standing
on one side. On the other side, the people look at them, wearing rags and
holding pikes. [End Page 458] THE KING
[Gesticulating] Consider, Gentlemen, that none of your
projects, none of your deliberations has the force of law without my special
consent. So far I have been the one responsible for the happiness of my
people! Gentlemen, I order you to divide up immediately and to each go to the
chambers assigned to your order. 14 Accordingly I order the great master of ceremonies kindly
to prepare the rooms. THE MASTER OF CEREMONIES
[Addressing the deputies] Have you heard the
wishes of his Majesty the king? MIRABEAU
15 Yes sir, we heard the intentions that the king is supposed
to have expressed, but you can't serve as his voice for obvious reasons: you
who are not here to remind us of the speech, you moreover who have no place
or right to speak whereas we're here by the will of the people and will only
leave at the point of a bayonet! A MAN
OF THE PEOPLE [On the other side]
Citizens, what are they going on about over there? Words, fine words! Hot
air! Rich folks' French! ANOTHER
Meanwhile the king has called for 20,000 men. All they're
awaiting is an order, one single order to level Paris! You are some cowards!
What's holding you back from rebelling? Are you going to let them have the
better of you? ANOTHER
They've closed the stores. WOMEN
[Stepping out of the fray] Let's dance the Carmagnole 16 Long live
the sound of the canon Shots, smoke, shouts.
Without transition, the light fades out on the right and comes on on the
left. Same confusion. On one side, a group of masters and foremen. On the
other, Jean Louis, Julien, numerous others, Blacks and Mulattoes around them. A FOREMAN
They're conspiring! At this very moment they're having a
meeting. Last month some of them had one at Sainte Anne. Others have taken
place, even on Marie Galante. 17 Slaves and free men of color together. A MASTER
You've got to be kidding! Free coloreds together with slaves?
Those people can't stand one another! They hate each other like salt hates
water! [End Page 459] THE FOREMAN
The free men of color want to send deputies to the Estates
General. 18 A MASTER
What? Even we have been excluded. The king didn't include
representation from the colonies! MONSIEUR DE JUREMONT
[Learnedly] The oversight has just been
corrected thanks to our friends from Saint-Domingue. Soon we too will send
two deputies to Versailles. A MASTER
How will they be chosen? A FOREMAN
The Mulattoes have friends in Paris . . . 19 A MASTER
[Rising] "Let's hereby grant free persons of color
the same rights, privileges and immunities enjoyed by persons who were born free."
A MASTER
[Rising] Come on! "All or almost all persons of
color are the shameful fruits of their masters' licentiousness and I demand
that, in deliberating here on their pretensions, we reduce them . . ." ANOTHER
[Rising] "It would be totally absurd if legislators
who claim to be convinced of the necessity of respecting public morality were
to grant the most immoral protection to the practice of concubinage, which is
unfortunately already so common in the Antilles." ANOTHER
[Rising] "Mulattoes are not true Frenchmen because
they have never seen France." ANOTHER
[Rising]"The colonies are being overrun by these
people!" THE FOREMAN
Gentlemen. Here you are. All you do is talk! And meanwhile I'm
telling you that they are off conspiring against you. They have sworn to kill
you all and steal your plantations! MASTERS
[In unison] Steal our plantations! On the other side of
the stage. JEAN LOUIS
What they say is true. I have always conspired. The desire for
freedom stuck in my throat like a bone; in my loins like the desire for a
woman. No matter what I did I couldn't get rid of it; my days were made
feverish by it. So I went from slave cabin to slave cabin and in each ear I
whispered: "Let's rise up in revolt; let's burn down the master's
plantation. We'll jump over the wall of flames and we'll find ourselves
free!" JULIEN
I've conspired too. I've said to the other free coloreds:
"What do they have that we don't? Their skin is a little lighter than
ours, that's ALL. They're parasites, we're the ones who make the [End Page
460] country run." Jean Louis, Jean Louis, let's forget our
differences, let's march together against them. MONSIEUR DE JUREMONT
[Rising and shouting] So it's true that
they're conspiring! Call out the militia! Shots, smoke, shouts.
Darkness on both stages. Silence. The left stage slowly lights up, without
ever being fully lit. You can see bodies spread out on the ground. In
complete silence, women dressed in white arrive from staircases leading to
the different corners of the stage. They crowd onto the stage, kneel next to
the dead men, place lit candles at their feet and sing a cappella. The scene
must give the effect of slow motion. Suddenly men burst in among them,
dressed as nèg mawon. NEG MAWON
20 Don't cry! They're not dead. Can't you see they're not
dead? Their spirit has joined us up there on the mountain! Jean Louis isn't
dead! The soldiers' bullets couldn't pierce his chest, his chest is made of
iron wood. When the bullets hit him, they obeyed his orders and were
transformed into butterflies that lit upon his shoulders. Jean Louis isn't
dead. He's up there. He's become a tree: a royal mapou, a malimbé, an
acomat-montagne that protects us with its shade. 21 He's a sun . . . A star guiding us toward freedom! For
freedom will come to us all, slaves and free coloreds! To people from the
hills as well as people from the savannahs! For city dwellers as well as
country folks! As sure as the sun will rise tomorrow! Silence and darkness
come back. THE STORYTELLER
[A little jealous]
And that's how popular memory rescues some from oblivion, from the
ingratitude of your memory. Some live forever and even today we remember Jean
Louis who died so that there could be a tomorrow! Just this morning I heard
his song. [He hums.][Silence.] Everything is going wrong in the
kingdom of France! People are alarmed by the taking of the Bastille. In the
countryside the peasants have taken up arms. Castles are burning, corpses are
piling up. My friends, my friends the soil we tread upon is a vast graveyard
and if it's soft and spongy it's because it's soaked with blood. The dead
outnumber the living and it's their sighs that you hear at night. It's the
Great Fear. 22 So the hearts of some noblemen and clergymen were touched.
And that led to the month of August. 23 Frenzy, inebriation of renunciation. The right stage lights
up. The king, still seated like a caricature on his throne, looks on while
the deputies stand up, sit back down like puppets, speaking rapidly,
increasingly rapidly, swallowing their words. The king tries at first to stop
them, then covers his ears, then hides his face. A DEPUTY
The National Assembly declares the abolition of the exclusive
right to hunt rabbits and pigeons. [End Page 461] ANOTHER
And the abolition of the status of serf and the practice of
mainmorte 24 under any conditions whatsoever. ANOTHER
And the abolition of all seigniorial jurisdiction. ANOTHER
And of any tax in silver representative of tithes. ANOTHER
And of any rights to deportation. Another And of venal
offices. 25 Another And of the
annates taxes. 26 A deputy [Reading very distinctly] The National
Assembly has just decreed the cessation of the special privileges of
provinces and cities and the reformation of corporation and guild masters. 27 Applause. Then,
silence. A DEPUTY
[Very slowly] The National Assembly now declares Article 1: men are born
and remain free and equal; social distinctions can only be based on the
common good. Applause, embraces. THE KING
[Uncovering his face, speaking plaintively to the deputies]
Gentlemen, don't you see that it's dangerous to promise things like that? A DEPUTY
Dangerous? Why? We're not talking about the slaves from the colonies.
ANOTHER
Nor the Mulattoes, of course! A DEPUTY
Even those who are free? THE DEPUTIES
[Unanimously] Enough! Enough! NECKER [Rising
solemnly] 28 Perhaps the day will come, gentlemen, when you will extend
your interest farther; the day will come when, joining hands with the
deputies from the colonies in your deliberations, you will look with
compassion upon this unfortunate people who have been calmly turned into a
barbarian object of trade, upon these people who resemble us by their ability
both to think and above all to suffer . . . THE DEPUTIES
[Unanimously] Sit down! Sit down! [He sits down. But
an immense echo amplifies the words] THE ECHO
Men are born and remain free and equal in rights. Men are born
and . . . While the lights go
out on the right, the left stage is lit up. First it is empty; then it fills
up with slaves, masters, foremen, all listening to this mysterious voice. [End Page 462] THE VOICE
Men are born and remain free and equal in rights. The slaves throw their
arms around one another, cry, embrace. THE SLAVES
Libèté! Libèté! Freedom! Freedom! M. DE JUREMONT
Keep quiet! They're not talking about you. They're
talking about men. Not about slaves! ANOTHER
MASTER They're not talking about Mulattoes either! M. DE LOYSEAU
[Rising, forcefully] I don't agree. I have
two mulatto sons . . . Shouts. A MASTER
You should be ashamed! It's men like you who have sullied
Guadeloupe! M. DE LOYSEAU
[Unwilling to give up] I've freed them, I've
given them land, they pay their contribution. THE MASTERS
[Unanimously] Enough! Enough! M. DE LOYSEAU
[Desperate] I'm not asking for any favors
for them. I'm claiming their rights as men and citizens . . . THE MASTERS
Enough! Enough! M. de Loyseau finally
keeps quiet and sits down. THE SLAVES
[Chanting rhythmically] Libèté! We want freedom! M. DE JUREMONT
[Solemnly] The immediate emancipation of
Blacks would not only be fatal to the colonies; it would be the kiss of death
for Blacks in the state of abjection and incapacity to which greed has
reduced them. THE SLAVES
[As if they haven't heard anything] Libèté! We want
freedom! M. DE JUREMONT
If you continue I'll call out the troops again! A FOREMAN
[Arriving running] Wait! Wait! The ship "La Jeune
Bayonnaise" has docked at Pointe-à-Pitre . . . 29 It has just arrived from Bordeaux. It brings the news that
when the king entered Paris he was presented with the tricolor cockade and
that His Majesty deigned to accept it and attach it to his hat . . . 30 THE MASTERS
The king has accepted the tricolor cockade! THE FOREMAN
Yes he has. It appears that everyone in France wears it as a
sign of allegiance, respect and love for the person of His Majesty. . . THE MASTERS
What? THE FOREMAN
As the sign of the union of all the French people and their
devotion to their sovereign. [End Page 463] THE MASTERS
What is he talking about? THE FOREMAN
The governor, M. de Clugny, who happened to be at Le Moule, has
come to Sainte Anne and then to Pointe-à-Pitre to show everyone that he
himself is wearing it . . . THE MASTERS
The governor has betrayed us! He has become a patriot. He has
become a Patriot! THE FOREMAN
M. de Clugny is wearing it on his hat. You should follow his
example. Everyone is supposed to wear it. On the plantations as well as in
the cities! In Pointe-à-Pitre as well as Basse-Terre! Silence. A MASTER
[Quietly, somewhat ashamedly] What does a cockade look
like? I've never seen one . . . A MASTER
It's a horrible cloth rag. Red and blue for the colors of Paris,
white for the colors of the monarchy. M. DE JUREMONT
[Fatalistically] Gentlemen, gentlemen, don't
talk that way. Since His Majesty has agreed to accept it: Long live the
tricolor cockade! Long live the National Assembly! THE MASTERS
[After some hesitation] Long live the tricolor cockade!
Long live the National Assembly! THE SLAVES
[Clapping their hands and singing] Long live the cockade
. . . THE FOREMAN
[Interrupting them] Quiet you people! To the sound of
drums, M. de Clugny has proclaimed everywhere that slaves who wear the
cockade will be whipped on the public square. The slaves remain
motionless. M. DE JUREMONT
How many times do we need to repeat to you that
none of this concerns you? Return to your slave cabins! The right stage [stage
1] lights up and during the end of the play, the two stages [1 and 2] will
remain lit. The voices will come from the right [stage 1] and the left [stage
2], as if one single scene were being enacted. On the right [stage 1], a
crowd surrounds the deputies. The king hides his head. A DEPUTY
[Stage 1] Now what do you want? Go home. A free people is
a reasonable people! Go home! M. DE JUREMONT
[Stage 2] Go back to your slave cabins!
There's nothing here for you! A WOMAN [Stage 1]
We want to bring the king back to Paris! We're hungry! A SLAVE [Stage 2]
Nou las soufè! We're tired of suffering! [End Page 464] A MAN
[Stage 1] We've been had! The power of the nobles has
been replaced by that of the bourgeoisie! Only the rich have been given the
right to vote! A DEPUTY
[Stage 1] Go home! The revolution is over! OVER! M. DE JUREMONT
[Stage 2] For you there never was a
revolution. For you the word means nothing! The revolution doesn't exist! A DEPUTY
[Stage 1] Martial law has been proclaimed. All assemblies
are criminal. Good citizens must leave the premises! We'll fire on anyone who
remains! M. DE JUREMONT
[Stage 2] Good slaves should leave! Mano,
José, Célestine. We'll fire on anyone who remains. A DEPUTY
[Stage 1] Fire! M. DE JUREMONT
[Stage 2] Too bad for you! Tell the militia
to fire! Sound of shots.
Darkness simultaneously on both stages. Silence. THE STORYTELLER
That's it. Revolution is like a woman: you do
whatever you want with her. Soldiers of fortune sodomize her, poets read her
poetry, the middle class makes her cough up the cash. In the kingdom of
France, revolution aborted the baby that had turned its womb into a mountain
of justice. All that remains is a stinking pile of coagulated blood lying in
the gutter. Yet it could have been beautiful, this child, born on July 14! I
picture it dressed in white, blue and red, laughing in the new light of the
sun! But the bourgeois didn't allow it to live . . . For us in Guadeloupe not
much has changed. Our men and women continue to have the taste of freedom in
their mouths. Alas, they're still in chains and the blood of the dead
continues to bleed in the silos of the earth until finally, in the evening
dew, their spirits flutter in the air as fireflies. Be patient for my story
isn't over. I still have a lot to tell you. A lot, a lot. After the days that
taste bitter on your lips, the days without joy, the days that are rotten, be
patient; other days will come! I can already feel the winds of change. ACT II: 1794
Stage 1 lights up.
With his back to the audience, the storyteller looks at the stage. A woman
isstanding and singing a voodoo song: "O-Ho, Papa Damballah . . .
"from the middle of a circle of kneeling slaves. In chorus the slaves
repeat the song. The woman sings solo again, followed by silence as the slaves
remain immobile, their heads bowed. After a moment, a madras cloth under his
hat, a slave silently climbs one of the stairways leading to the stage. He
stops and states:
[End Page 465] TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
"Brothers and friends, my name is Toussaint
Louverture; you 33 may have heard of my name. I sought vengeance. I want
freedom and equality to prevail in Saint-Domingue. I'm working to make them a
reality. Join me." The slaves turn toward
him and stand up in disorder. A WOMAN
We're in pain. Papa loa Boukman 34 has been killed. They dried his head in the sun on a stake.
Our hearts are in disarray and our eyes are filled with water. TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
[Brutally] Dry them, I'm telling you, and
follow me! I have come to avenge you. I've come to plant the tree of freedom.
Even if its branches are cut down one day, it will grow back, because its
roots will go deep, deep. They will reach down to the heart of the earth to
find water and other nutrients. The last slaves who
remained kneeling arise and everyone surrounds Toussaint Louverture. TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
Listen carefully to what I have to say to you.
We're going to join the Spanish who are at war at this moment against the
French. . . 35 THE SLAVES
[Shocked] Join the Spanish. TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
[Angry] French, Spanish, what do you care?
It's all the same to us, isn't it? What do we care about these white folks'
stories? What matters to us is our freedom. And only a king can grant it. I'm
suspicious of the poisoned gifts of people who killed their king! The stage becomes dark
gradually. Only the storyteller, who is now turned toward the audience,
remains visible. THE STORYTELLER
The rascally Little
Stick, Toussaint Bréda, Toussaint Louverture. 36 For that's the name that has stuck in your memory. He
understood that you couldn't rely on anyone. Neither the Whites and their
half-aborted revolution in the kingdom of France. Nor on the Mulattoes
revolting in Saint-Domingue. And especially not on the "grand
blancs" and their conspiracies. He understood that he had to play his
own cards, his black man's cards! What an extraordinary story! The driver of
horses became a driver of people. The "leaf doctor," the
dokté-fèye, 37 became his people's doctor. He became a Spartacus, a
martyr. [Silence] What would old Toussaint think if he came back to
life and saw his country up for auction, handed over to the rage of the
Tontons Macoutes, 38 his people bleeding from the eternal wounds of injustice
and hunger? What would he do if he saw that the enemies of the Blacks are not
only the Whites? [Silence] Didn't he already know it? "Nèg ap
trayi nèg dinpi nan Ginin"? Blacks have betrayed Blacks even back in
Guinea. He said it himself.[Silence] Perhaps [End Page 466] he
would start all over again. Unless, discouraged, he decided to dive again
into the black waters of death! JUSTIN
[To his neighbor] Have you heard what I've heard? The
slaves have revolted in Saint-Domingue. They've burned and ransacked
everything. Flames have reached the treetops! NARCISSE
What I've heard is that the Whites have done away with the whip
and given the slaves three whole days to take care of their gardens. JUSTIN
Three whole days for their garden! [End Page 467] PIERROT
[Throwing down his cutlass and coming near] You know, you
slaves have understood nothing! Absolutely nothing! It's not a matter of
whips or gardens . . . It's freedom, total and complete freedom, that the
Whites have been forced to give them! JUSTIN, NARCISSE
[Together] Freedom! JUSTIN
Don't talk nonsense. There'll never be freedom for our color. PIERROT
I'm not talking nonsense. From what I've heard there are more
than 500,000 slaves in Saint-Domingue. Kongo, Nago, Moudongue, all kinds of
slaves. 42 JUSTIN
[Ironically] So what? PIERROT
So what? So I mean it's not the same as it is here. Those
500,000 slaves have come together like the fingers of a hand. Then the Whites
got scared . . . NARCISSE
The Whites got scared of the slaves? PIERROT
Obviously, because the slaves were united! Justin and Narcisse
burst out laughing.
JUSTIN
Have you ever seen slaves united? NARCISSE
The minute two of them get together, there's always one who
wants to screw the other! JUSTIN
A pa jé, non! Nèg ni malédisyon! It's no joke! Black folks are
cursed. They all laugh. THE FOREMAN
Justin, Narcisse, Pierrot! Are you looking to get whipped? I can
oblige if you like! PIERROT
[Loud enough to be heard] Do what you want. You won't be
able to forever! At this moment, a
slave arrives running and shouting. He's a house slave. He should be dressed
differently. HIPPOLYTE
You know what I've heard? The English have landed! They're at
Gosier! Everyone comes near
him, even the foreman. HIPPOLYTE
Yes, I've heard that the masters are the ones who've called for
them. They want to avenge the king, the poor king . . . Here he makes the sign
of the cross and looks contrite. PIERROT
[Harshly] Leave that white man where he is and tell us
what you heard. [End Page 468] HIPPOLYTE
That's all I heard. The English have landed at Gosier. They're
going to kill all the Patriots, all those who wear the tricolor cockade. JUSTIN
Our master has been wearing the cockade. [Joyful] Does
that mean that they're going to kill him? PIERROT
You still don't understand the Whites, do you? He'll remove it
in a flash and swear that he never was a Patriot. That'll be the end of it! Shots are heard. The
slaves scurry in all directions. The light goes out, but the shots do not
cease. THE STORYTELLER
More blood! How I would like to tell you stories as
bright as a sunny day, as sweet to the tongue as the juice of Bourbonnaise
oranges. 43 Alas! Men who died without burial, anonymous martyrs.
That's all I have to offer you! Guadeloupe has been occupied by the English.
The French armies have to fight hard. Stage 2 is lit again,
but it remains in partial darkness Shots; smoke; soldiers, women, slaves
running in all directions. Amid the disorder and the noise, a man in uniform
climbs one of the stairways leading to the stage. He is flanked by two
officers. He grabs a loudspeaker and shouts. VICTOR HUGHES
Men and women citizens, I am Victor Hughes, the
commissioner of the Convention. 44 For the first time a fleet has headed toward America
without bearing the cross. Columbus's fleet had it, painted on the sails.
Those sails were the symbol of the slavery that would be imposed on the men
of the New World in the name of . . . The two officers
become excited. AN OFFICER
Commissioner, commissioner, that's not what it's about! VICTOR HUGHES
[Continuing without hearing him] We are
those without cross, without redeemer, without gods, and we came aboard ships
without chaplains . . . AN OFFICER
Commissioner, you're losing your mind! VICTOR HUGHES
[As if awaking from a dream] Oh yes, oh yes!
I must read you the decree of the 16th day of pluviose in the second year of
the French republic. [He coughs, clears his throat] The National
Convention declares that the slavery of Blacks in all the colonies is
abolished; consequently, it decrees that all persons living in the colonies,
regardless of color, are French citizens entitled to all rights guaranteed
under the constitution. The crowd is
completely silent.
AN OFFICER
Don't those animals understand anything? You are free! FREE! [End
Page 469] A WOMAN
Lib? Ou vlé di nous lib? Ou vlé di nèg lib? Free? You mean to
say that we are free? You mean to say that the slaves are free? The words reverberate
and slave men and women emerge from all sides and invade the stage. THE CROWD
[Delirious] Nèg lib! nèg lib! JOSYNA
We've been waiting for this day for so long! ELISA
God is great! JOSYNA
My child will be free. He won't spend his time coiling tobacco
leaves for the pleasure of the Master. He'll wear shoes. He'll go to school.
He'll read books . . . ELISA
And he'll learn to read music and play the violin . . . VICTOR HUGHES
Not so fast! Not so fast! First you have to fight
against the English, those vile satellites of despotism. Join our ranks! Onrush of men and
women slaves. AN OFFICER
Let's have some order here. The men on one side, the women on
the other. Men, begin your drills. The file of men
marches off in step. THE OFFICER
One, two! One, two! AN OFFICER
You women will learn to oil and maintain the guns. To sew the
uniforms. To keep the beds and the infirmary clean. The women bustle
about. JOSYNA
Taking care of the sick is what I know how to do. I'm especially
good at getting rid of fevers and the clap. Suddenly the sound of
an explosion, and, if possible, fire works. A VOICE
The English are at Fort Fleur d'Epée! 45 A VOICE
It's the gun powder magazine that's blowing up! The crowd moves
around. A VOICE
We must follow them to Rivière Salée! 46 ANOTHER
VOICE Beyond Rivière Salée! Let's all go to Fort Saint-Charles! ALTOGETHER
To Fort Saint-Charles! The shots become
sparse. Gradually, silence prevails. The smoke fades away. Surrounded by his
officers and a group of male and female slaves, Victor Hughes places a wreath
of flowers in front of a monument and speaks. VICTOR HUGHES
We honor the spirits of the departed who defended
their country. After six months and eight days of combat they met their death
in the conquest of Guadeloupe. [End Page 470] Men and women citizens: You've
become equal in order to enjoy happiness and to make it the lot of others. He
who oppresses his fellow citizen is a monster who must be immediately
banished from society. Shouts, applause,
hurrahs. Lights out. THE STORYTELLER
Hadn't we waited long enough for freedom? It was
like a new wine that went to our heads. Or like a shot of rum that made us
talk nonsense, that put a fire in us, that made us soar to new heights. Oh,
those were beautiful days! Scene of great
merriment. Women dance to the cadence of the gwo-ka. 47 This goes on for several minutes. Suddenly a procession
of soldiers led by an officer arrives. AN OFFICER
[Harshly] Where is the owner of this plantation? A MAN
He's fled, citizen officer! THE OFFICER
This plantation, Juremont's plantation, will heretofore be
sequestered and the income deposited in the Treasury. Foucault, Marchant,
Robert, put these men and women back to work. The soldiers carry out
his order with brutality. A MAN
Back to work? How can that be? Slavery has ended! THE OFFICER
Who will keep the plantations running? Who will grow the sugar
cane and the coffee? JUSTIN
[Dragged off unceremoniously by a soldier] I was sure
that slavery would never end. The men and women are
forced to begin cultivating sugar cane supervised by the soldiers, who point
their guns at them. This scene lasts for several minutes. Then the stage
becomes dark. THE STORYTELLER
The worst intoxication
comes from wearing a uniform; happy are those who have nothing but old rags
on their backs. Victor Hughes wastes no time in becoming the Robespierre of
the tropics. On Sartine Square, now renamed Victoire Square, he installs the
guillotine. And from that day on, Monsieur Anse, the executioner, a
distinguished Mulatto, raised in Paris if you please, a pleasing violinist
whose pockets were always full of candy for the children, was no longer out
of a job. Cut heads like sugar cane. Clack, clack, clack . . . Cut heads like
sugar cane. Clack, clack, clack! [Silence] The entire city reeks of
rotting flesh. [Suddenly he goes back to the tone of a smooth talker]
Meanwhile in Saint-Domingue, Toussaint Louverture has rallied to the
Republic. He frolics on the heights of Nerette, at Rivière Froide, at Crête à
Piquant, at Montagne Noire. 48 He builds and dismantles white power. The French are
eating out of his hand. [He strikes a pose]: [End Page 471] Stage I is
illuminated. Toussaint Louverture is hailed by his followers and applauded by
the white generals. He seats himself on a kind of platform and holds an
audience. TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
"I hereby declare that all colonists who do
not reside in France, or who live abroad without the authorization of the
commissioners, are émigrés, whose properties are subject to
sequestration." Applause. A MAN
[Throwing himself at his feet] General, Savior, Osagyefo,
First among Blacks, Mwalimwana 49 : I come from Mirebalais. The plantation you were kind
enough to rent to me bears nothing, neither sugar nor coffee. Now that the
slaves think they are free they don't want to work any more. TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
How can that be? Work is a virtue. Anyone caught
wandering and idle will be arrested and punished by law. Get the military
commander of your region to help you. A SOLDIER
[Pushing a group of men before him] General, Savior,
Osagyefo, Mwalimwana . . . TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
Get to the point! THE SOLDIER
These peasants come from Dondon. 50 They've rebelled. VOICES THAT ARE PRESENT
The same has happened in Marmelade, Plaisance, and
Limbé. TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
What more do they want? Aren't they free? THE SOLDIER
Savior, Osagyefo, Mwalimwana . . . TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
I told you to get to the point. Didn't you hear me?
THE SOLDIER
Yes, Savior, I'm getting there! They want the lands to be
distributed! TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
[Furious] What? THE SOLDIER
Distribution of lands, Dear Father of the People! Land for those
who cultivate it. They say that your generals have taken over the Whites'
properties and that they're no better off than under slavery. No, no better
at all! TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
What insolence! They deserve the whip! [End Page
472] He stands up. TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
[Shouting] "All overseers, drivers, and
farmers who do not scrupulously fulfill the duties that farming imposes on
them will be arrested and punished with the same severity as soldiers who
fail to meet theirs . . . I, Toussaint Louverture, commander in chief of the
army, have spoken." He sits back down. ANOTHER SOLDIER
[Coming forward with a group of women]
Father, Benefactor, these women say that . . . TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
Quiet. I no longer want to hear anything. The
audience is over. He stands up and
withdraws. His followers accompany him. The lights dim. THE STORYTELLER
So it goes, so it goes!
As for me, I found Toussaint Louverture a little frightening, in spite of all
the respect to which he is entitled. You didn't? Didn't he remind you of
anyone? No? Good! Too bad! Too bad for me; I'm kind of over sensitive when it
comes to freedom! He reminded me of . . . His manner was a little like . . .
No, nothing, no one. Let's talk about something else. About what's going on
in the kingdom of . . . excuse me, what am I thinking about? In the republic
of France.[He takes on the tone of a smooth talker] Some people saw
the king's execution as a crime. Brittany, the Vendée, the Gironde revolt. 51 War is horrible. The countryside and the villages are
ransacked from top to bottom. The fields are burning. The trees are cut down.
In Paris the Convention votes for the formation of the Committee of Public
Safety to punish the traitors to the young republic. [He becomes serious]
I was mistaken. Revolution isn't a woman. It's a witch. She feeds on fresh
blood. She smears it all over her jowls. She licks it off her fingers. And
then, in the colorless hours before dawn, she gives birth to monsters. The
hopes of 1789 are so far, far away! Stage 1 lights up
again. A circle is formed of onlookers, with women knitting in the front row.
Men put up a guillotine. During the whole scene they are hammering loudly. THE STORYTELLER
[In a comic way,
showing no pity under any circumstances] This is the Reign of Terror,
which pits royalists against republicans and republicans against each other.
16,600 heads will roll in the gutters, making an average of 200 heads a week,
including Danton's. You remember he said, "Executioner, be sure to show
my head to the people. It's worth showing." You've got to admit he had
nerve! And style! So there was Danton. And then Camille Desmoulins,
Robespierre, Couthon, Saint Just, Lavoisier, for the republic didn't need
chemists; and then André Chenier, [End Page 473] because it had no
need for poets, especially poets. Why? What did it have against them? Yes,
the revolution gives birth to monsters. The storyteller
remains prostrated while the light goes out. Darkness for several moments.
Stage 1 is lit again. The slaves Justin and Narcisse are seated and talk. JUSTIN
They say that the stores in Pointe-à-Pitre . . . NARCISSE
Port de la Liberté! JUSTIN
What are you talking about? NARCISSE
That's how Monsieur Victor Hughes wants us to call it now! JUSTIN
The hell with him. Isn't it the same city? Over there the stores
are full of merchandise. How come over here we're dying of hunger? It's worse
now than it was before. At least before I had my two pounds of salt pork a
week. NARCISSE
All you think about is your stomach! JUSTIN
I'm telling you that's it's worse than before. Singing the
Marseillaise morning and night while marching in step. The morning when your
eyes aren't even open yet, the evening when your body can't even stand up and
all you want to do is to lie your bones down and sleep, sleep . . . NARCISSE
For me that isn't even the worse part. We're used to working
like slaves, aren't we? But now we're working for nothing. For peanuts. After
everything that they promised us! What did they say a barrel of coffee would
cost? And a cask of sugar? In the end we never got a glimpse of any money at
all! JUSTIN
And weren't we supposed to be able to make our gardens bigger? I
asked for the piece of land along the river. They answered: "Wait
Citizen Farmer." Today I'm still waiting. I'm telling you, things are
worse now. NARCISSE
Not worse. The same. The same old thing! . . . Sometimes I
wonder if we should go join those who are up there in the mountains? At least
the Whites don't screw them! JUSTIN
If I haven't done it so far, now isn't the time when I'm going
to do it! You know, I'm not so young anymore! When I was born, the master . .
. NARCISSE
[Harshly] You don't have a master any more, Justin.
You're a free man! On top of it, the person you call your master was arrested
trying to flee to Martinique and [meaningful gesture] he suddenly
became much shorter. [Laughter] I can't tell a lie, I've enjoyed
seeing all these heads of Whites falling to the [End Page 474] ground.
As soon as I could I went down to Pointe-à-Pitre and I ran to Victoire
Square. There it was, set up like a guardian angel! . . . JUSTIN
Don't say things like that. Good God, it's not a sight for a
Christian! NARCISSE
[Breaking out laughing] Who's the Christian, you or me? At this moment a man
comes out of the shadows wearing a uniform, a rifle slung over his shoulder.
He comes toward them. JUSTIN
[Noticing him] Isn't that Pierrot that I see there? NARCISSE
Pierrot? PIERROT
Yup, it's me alright! Affectionate back
slapping and scuffles. JUSTIN
But what did you come back here for? Do you miss the smell of
the earth? Didn't you go off to be a soldier? PIERROT
Yes, I learned to use arms. I know how to take aim and kill a
man standing ten steps away. [He cocks his gun and fires. An enormous
sound is heard.] JUSTIN
[Terrified] You're as crazy as always! Do you want the
soldiers to come take us away? PIERROT
How are things going here? On the way I saw fields lying fallow
and sugar cane withering on the stem. NARCISSE
Still the same misery here, brother. Nothing has changed. But
tell us about you. [Excited] So, have you killed a lot of Whites? PIERROT
Yes, I was at Fort Fleur d'Epée and God preserved my life. But I
defended myself. I killed a whole bunch! I was drunk with blood. When my
bullet tore half a brain out or ripped open a chest, I said to myself:
"Take that, take that! This one's for Bonhomme who you hung from the top
of the acomat-boucan tree. This one's for Vincent who you broke live upon the
wheel. For Sérafina who you buried alive." JUSTIN
But you were killing Englishmen. They hadn't done anything to
you. PIERROT
They were Whites, weren't they? I'll tell you why I came back. [He
motions to them to come near and whispers] In Saint-Domingue, the slaves
have come together like the fingers of a hand, and they've forced the Whites
to respect them . . . [End Page 475] NARCISSE
It's not only a matter of them respecting us. They have to share
the land with us, the land on which we sweat and slave. They have to pay us
our wages . . . PIERROT
I'm going to tell you more . . . JUSTIN
[Interrupting] I don't understand you, Pierrot. In the
past you yourself said that it's not the same in Saint-Domingue as it is
here. They have thousands and thousands of slaves while here we . . . PIERROT
Yes, but things have changed now. We've learned to use arms [He
plays with his gun] and we know where we can get them. One slave with a
gun is worth two. Or even three. Now there are millions of us. Justin and Narcisse
say nothing and look at him. PIERROT
What do we need Whites for to govern us? This is our country. He lowers his voice.
From this point on the discussion of the three men is inaudible even though a
lively discussion goes on among them for several minutes. The light fades. THE STORYTELLER
Plots, plots! Dreams,
men's dreams. But I told you, men's dreams are not meant to flourish freely.
They go up in the smoke of stacks of burning wood. You know how it will all
end, don't you? You've seen things like this before, haven't you? The light on stage 2
comes back on. Soldiers climb up the stage led by an officer. Brutally they
drag Pierrot, Justin, Narcisse and as many others as one wishes. They line
them up, blindfold them, take their positions. THE OFFICER
Fire! Shots. The men fall.
The lights go down. When they go back on, bodies are stretched on the ground.
Women dressed in white arrive from staircases leading to the different
corners of the stage. They crowd onto the stage, kneel next to the dead men,
place lit candles at their feet and sing a cappella. This scene should be an
exact replica of the one from the preceding period of 1789. THE STORYTELLER
Yes, you've already
witnessed scenes of despair and mourning. They're the same in the past and
still today. Men dying, men shut up in solitary confinement in prisons in the
name of their people's freedom, women crying, orphans. You've seen them,
you've seen them. You still see them today. Our history consists only of
starting all over again . . . even though I promised you that after the days
that left a bitter aftertaste, after rotten days, there would be days filled
with sunshine. Now you don't want to listen to me anymore and you're saying
to yourself, "This is getting to be too sad." How can I make you
smile again? [End Page 476] [Silence] I have an idea. [Changing
the tone radically] Come over here, ladies and gentlemen. Come close!
Come to the Rendez-vous des Sans Culottes 52 and get a little shot of rum or drink a few glasses of
bourbon from morne à Caille. Here you won't hear about land reform, freedom,
independence. You'll meet the commissioner Victor Hughes himself, the pirates
Jambe de Bois, Vidal, Crassin, Jamarque, Antoine Fuet . . . The light flickers on
and off on stage 1, giving the impression of a blackout. During this brief
interval one can see a few men in a bar scene. THE STORYTELLER
[Startled] What's the matter? Don't you want
to come with me? Would you rather throw a hibiscus flower to our martyrs? As you
wish. [Silence] So the year 1794 comes to an end. No more king. No
more queen. No more dauphin. All of Europe has ganged up against France. The
revolutionaries have eaten each other up alive. The people are wondering what
they got out of it. And everyone is asking: what, what will tomorrow bring? [Silence]
Ladies and gentlemen, look above you. The moon has opened its big yellow eye
and the sky is locked up. That means it's time to get home to bed, each man
with his woman. It's too bad for those who have to sleep alone with their
desires. We've performed enough for tonight. I've stuffed your heads enough
for tonight. "In the Time of the Revolution" is over for tonight.
The actors are going to take their costumes off, remove their makeup, and return
to the present. But I promise, I swear,
we'll meet up again and I'll finish this story that I've begun. For the
moment I wish you good evening, good evening to one and all. See you soon! ACT III: 1802
This period is
obviously less grotesque than the two preceding ones. Nevertheless, it should
never be performed in a tragic mode. On the contrary, the presentation should
be very sober. Moments of parody should be accentuated. With the exception of
the short scene between Solitude, Joséphin and Sergélius, there should be no
emotion. Scenic arrangement should be identical to the preceding periods.
Creole can be used whenever the actors want, except for the storyteller. The
storyteller on his platform declaims somewhat emphatically. THE STORYTELLER
"The century was two years old. 53 Rome was replacing Sparta. Already Napoléon was breaking
through Bonaparte. And through the cracks of the First Consul's tight-fitting
mask, The face of the Emperor was appearing." Oh, Victor Hugo! Say what
you like, he's the prince of poets. The immortal genius! When I was a child,
I wrote in my notebook: "I want to be Victor Hugo [End Page 477]
or nothing." 54 Yes, "Victor Hugo or nothing." Can you imagine
that? Me, a little black nobody, that's what I dreamed. [Silence, then he
bursts out laughing] You believed me? I pulled one over on you! You know,
when I closed my eyes, Victor Hugo was far away, very far from opening his
eyes. And then, in my time we didn't dream about poetry, literature, all that
meaningless stuff. We dreamed about freedom. Not like you who dream about
BMWs or VCRs or vacations to Caracas! No! We dreamed of being free, of
standing up straight. As straight as a pié-bwa ! [Silence] Why am I
telling you all this? Oh yes, I was telling you that we are in the year 1802.
Listen again to how nice this sounds: "The century was two years old . .
. Already Napoléon was breaking through Bonaparte . . ." [Smooth
talking] We are in the year 1802 and the name of the new strong man is
Bonaparte. No one seems to suspect what's he's planning. No one is worried.
No one has panicked. On the contrary. Everyone is acclaiming the young
general who transported the obelisk to Paris as if he were a savior. 55 Remember, he took that crazy lady, Revolution, who was beginning
to frighten everyone, and put her in jail under lock and key. Europe is
cozying up to him, even England, France's perennial enemy. The middle class
is busy belching and growing bigger paunches. The triumph of that class is
assured. Order has been restored. Stage 1 lights up. A
group of soldiers, surrounded by a silent, prostrate crowd, uses pikes to
contain them. FIRST SOLDIER
"Citizens, The experience of centuries teaches
us that revolutions are dangerous. Their actions comprise all the human
passions; violence is always the main element; and until the end of these
terrible crises, no one can say if their occurrence was good or not." SECOND SOLDIER
[Violently brushing him aside] You talk too
much! Citizens, the revolution is inseparable from the principles that set it
in motion. It is OVER. "OVER, do you understand!" THIRD SOLDIER
[Even more violently] Citizens, You've been
dreaming! No society can exist without inequality of fortunes. Period! The lights dim
completely. THE STORYTELLER
And so it goes! That's
all it takes. With a few words, revolution is abandoned, put aside,
terminated. And there's no one around to cry for that world of equality and
fraternity that could have been born, for that new sun that could have shone
forth if only the landowners had allowed it. The world is a big cake, an
apple pie, an upside-down tart, a strawberry cake, a doukoun if you [End
Page 478] prefer, 56 that only a few get their fill of. Some people look at
them and rub their empty stomachs, for they're mighty hungry. Others run over
to pick up the crumbs. That's the way the world is! [Returning to his
smooth talker's tone] So it's 1802. In the ports of Flessingue, le Havre,
Cherbourg, Brest, Lorient, Cadix, and Toulon a half dozen frigates are
preparing to sail to Saint Domingue. It's an amazing expedition that is
getting ready to leave, one of the most amazing that's been seen for a long time!
Behind him, stage 1 is
illuminated. Standing in a circle of light, a man in uniform reads from a
large register. His reading should give the impression of being interminable. THE MAN
Guns loaded aboard the flotilla. Bronze canons 26 Bronze mortars
4 Howitzers 2 Gun mountings 37 Gun trucks 13 Mortar wagons 8 Cannonball carts
20 Forges complete with tools 2 Ammunition 12-pound shells 633 8-pound shells
2072 4-pound shells 620 Assorted ammunition 24-pound round cannonballs 3060
16-pound round cannonballs 3060 12 inch bombs 520 8-inch bombs 1020 12-pound
encased cannon- balls 416 8-pound encased cannonballs 1747 Assorted arms [He's
still reading when the lights dim gradually and the storyteller begins to
speak again.] Bonaparte pours thousands of soldiers into Saint-Domingue
and he puts in command his bravest officers, including his own
brother-in-law, General Leclerc. 57 Stage 1 lights up
again. Toussaint Louverture is speaking with some of the officers. TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
[Angrily] My express wish is that before
long there be no way of finding white man's flesh here, even if it were the
sole remedy for the most serious illness. Shots, smoke. Soldiers
emerge from the stairs. VOICES
The Whites have landed! The Whites have landed! TOUSSAINT LOUVERTURE
Christophe, 58 Dessalines, 59 Maurepas 60 . . . Mine all the roads; throw dead bodies and horses in
all the water supplies; annihilate and burn everything. Le Cap, Port au
Prince, Port de Paix! Burn everything! The gun shots
increase, the smoke becomes thicker. AN OFFICER
[White, appearing suddenly on the stage] Stop! Stop! Read
the proclamation by the first consul of the republic. It grants Blacks the
freedom for which they fought so hard. I swear it's true, I swear it! The light goes out.
Silence. THE STORYTELLER
Don't listen to him!
Despite the hypocritical and mendacious words of the proclamations, here's
the real truth. The colonies [End Page 479] aren't earning one red
cent. The plantations are deserted. The sugar cane is dying on the stalk, the
coffee plants are riddled with insects. Slavery must be reinstated. SLAVERY, this word
must be amplified and repeated like an echo. While it still resonates, stage
1 is lit up. In one corner, a group of black soldiers is seated on the ground
playing cards, or any other game played for money. The game is lively.
Suddenly, one of them stops and raises his head as if he heard the word
SLAVERY floating in space. SOLDIER CORNEILLE
Don't you hear . . .? THE OTHERS
[Preoccupied with the game] What? CORNEILLE
I thought . . . But it must be the dream I had last night that's
bothering me. I dreamed . . . SOLDIER JOSÉPHIN
Play, instead of telling your life story . . . At this moment,
another soldier arrives who is younger, almost a child. SOLDIER INNOCENT
What are you doing there? Don't you know that it's
forbidden to play for money? JOSÉPHIN
Forbidden by whom? INNOCENT
By the governor of course! JOSÉPHIN
Which one? I'd really like to know how many governors we have!
There's Governor Pélage at Pointe-à-Pitre. 61 There's Governor Lacrosse in Dominica. 62 Not to mention Commander Delgrès 63 at Basse-Terre who may well become a governor, and Captain
Ignace who would like nothing better than to become one, which is fine with
me! INNOCENT
There's only one governor here, Governor Pélage! SOLDIER
Don't talk about Lacrosse. That man hated our color and could
ACHILLE think of only one thing: to enslave us again! CORNEILLE
[Bursting out laughing] I won, I won! Let's have the
money! [While the others reluctantly give him money he becomes serious]
That's what I dreamed. That's it exactly. I dreamed that Lacrosse came back
to la Pointe with hordes of English soldiers and put us all back into the
sugar cane fields. JOSÉPHIN
If you ask me, that's pretty much what's going to happen. I'm
afraid that this expedition that's approaching doesn't bode well. What's it
coming here for? Shall we play another hand? THE OTHERS
Yes! Corneille, it's your turn to deal! [End Page 480] INNOCENT
Governor Pélage has told us not to worry. On the contrary.
Haven't you seen his proclamation? JOSÉPHIN
I've seen it, I've seen it . . . [He reads mockingly]
"Let's be happy and surrender . . . May the republic live forever."
As if the republic ever cared about the slaves. INNOCENT
How can you, a soldier, say that? You deserve twelve bullets! JOSÉPHIN
You know what I'd like to do to your Governor Pélage? INNOCENT
[Menacingly] What? What? THE OTHERS
Leave us in peace with your stories! If you want to fight, go somewhere
else! JOSÉPHIN
I heard that an expedition like the one that's on it's way here
arrived in Saint-Domingue and that they killed all the slaves. INNOCENT
It's not the same! The slaves in Saint-Domingue are lawbreakers,
Governor Pélage said so . . . JOSÉPHIN
Lawbreakers, lawbreakers! When the Whites decide to put goddamn
irons on your feet again you'll see what you think of the law! Everyone laughs. At
this moment, the sound of a bugle is heard. A soldier arrives running. THE SOLDIER
Gather together immediately. We're leaving for Port de la
Liberté. JOSÉPHIN
What are we going to do there? THE SOLDIER
General Richepanse's 64 expedition can be seen from the coast. Apparently the
troops will disembark tomorrow. We need to form an honor guard. Captain
Ignace has sent the order. JOSÉPHIN
Captain Ignace! An honor guard! Are you sure you heard it right?
INNOCENT
If you stay here talking instead of following orders, they'll
throw you in the slammer. JOSÉPHIN
It won't be the first time! The stage is invaded
by soldiers rising up from various stairways and running in the same
direction. JOSÉPHIN
[Addressing one of them] Pierrot, do you have a clue
what's going on here? SOLDIER
PIERROT [Stopping] A clue about
what? [End Page 481] JOSÉPHIN
Captain Ignace can't be asking us to go form an honor guard for
those Whites. Doesn't he know what they're up to? If he didn't understand,
why would he have opposed Governor Lacrosse? He knows perfectly well that the
Whites despise and scorn us. They've proven it! PIERROT
Orders are orders. We're soldiers. We've been ordered to go to
Port de la Liberté. Let's go! Pierrot runs away.
Joséphin hesitates, then runs away in the diametrically opposite direction. THE STORYTELLER
In this year of 1802, the sound and the fury are
deafening. Let's leave the celebrating to those who have something to
celebrate. Let them let loose 1789 balloons in the tricolored sky. As for us,
once again all we can do is to honor our dead. I'm tired. I wish I could
crawl back into my mother's womb and nestle there like a crab inside a hole
in the ground. I wish I could close my eyes and ears and not have to hear any
sounds of our world anymore. I wish I could die a second time. Alas, I have
to lead you to the end of this trip backward in time. Even if it brings blood
to my mouth and tears to my eyes, it's my duty to go all the way with you. Stage 2 lights up A
family of peasants is eating: the mother, Hosannah; the father, Férier;
children of different ages including a fifteen year old boy, Sergélius. HOSANNAH
I've heard that the Whites are coming to put us back into
slavery. SERGÉLIUS
[Violently] You don't know what you're talking about!
Captain Ignace will never let that happen. FÉRIER
If the Whites come here with canons, I can't see what your
Captain Ignace will be able to do about it. SERGÉLIUS
As long as Captain Ignace is alive, it won't happen! Captain
Ignace has said that the way things are now isn't freedom. He's said that as
long as a single White, a single European landowner, is here, we won't be
free. FÉRIER
[Bursting out laughing] And who does he want to give the
plantations to? Perhaps to the slaves. All they know how to do is drink, play
cards or parade around in their soldiers' outfits. Look around! In the whole
village here there's only one single slave who's stupid enough to work: it's
ME! SERGÉLIUS
Is that how you talk about the people of your color! Could
General Victor Hughes have kicked the English the hell out of here without
the slaves? Let me tell you, when the slaves take over this country it will
be a paradise! FÉRIER
[Laughing even harder] My, oh, my! Fortunately I won't
live to see that day. You want me to tell you . . .? [End Page 482] HOSANNAH
Listen, will you let us eat in peace? You never let up! They hear a sound. HOSANNAH
Who goes there? A minute later
Joséphin appears.
FÉRIER
[Harshly] Joséphin! If you're looking for Mayotte, she
doesn't live here anymore. She took off for Grippon. SERGÉLIUS
[Gleefully] Joséphin! JOSÉPHIN
How's it going, kid? . . . [Slapping Hosannah on the back]
You have a little breadfruit stew for me? I haven't eaten a bite for three
days other than a few guavas. [Sitting down] No, I'm not looking for
Mayotte. Captain Ignace has given the order to go to Pointe-à-Pitre to suck
up to the white general who has arrived. So I've decided to get lost. SERGÉLIUS
You don't get it! You just don't get it! Captain Ignace did that
on purpose! To test this white guy. After he figured it out, he got his
soldiers together and left for Lamentin! JOSÉPHIN
What are you talking about? SERGÉLIUS
Anyway that's what I heard. The white man put Governor Pélage in
prison, and if Captain Ignace hadn't left, he would have done the same with
him! JOSÉPHIN
[Getting up] Are you sure of what you're saying? Pélage
is in prison and Ignace is at Lamentin? Well then goodbye my friends! [He
leaps up and runs off.] SERGÉLIUS
[Running after him] Joséphin! Wait for me! Wait for me!
I'm coming with you! HOSANNAH
Sergélius, you're crazy! Stay here! FÉRIER
That Joséphin never brings anything but misfortune! Joséphin and Sergélius
run off. Stage 2 is in darkness for a moment. When the lights come on again,
the stage is overrun with men and women, especially women, armed with an
array of objects, marching and singing. They can be singing a republican
song, but it would be preferable to have a song composed for the play. People
should be coming up all the stairs leading to the stage. The crowd marches
and sings for a moment. At one corner a man in uniform appears, wild looking,
surrounded by officers and soldiers. He is greeted by shouts. THE CROWD
Ignace! Ignace! At this moment,
Joséphin and Sergélius arrive from one of the staircases, hand in hand. They
try to move into the first row. A pregnant young woman also appears and sits
down on the side. Ignace jumps onto an improvised platform. [End Page 483] IGNACE
[Declamatory voice, with an element of parody] Citizens,
France has just sent us 3,470 soldiers, under General Richepanse's command. [The
crowd jeers] Three times that number, led by General Leclerc, has been
sent to Saint-Domingue. [The crowd jeers] What are all those soldiers,
who've been chosen from among the fiercest of Bonaparte's troops, here for? [The
crowd jeers.] Do we really need to ask? Their mission is clear: To
reestablish slavery! SLAVERY! And do you know who General Richepanse is
bringing back from Dominica? Governor Lacrosse, who treated you like dogs! [The
crowd jeers.] Will we ever accept slavery being reinstated? THE CROWD
NEVER! NEVER! IGNACE
Would it be better to die? THE CROWD
YES! YES! IGNACE
Citizens, What are we united? THE CROWD
Strong! IGNACE
What are we divided? THE CROWD
Weak! IGNACE
We're going to join up with the troops of Delgrès, the commander
at Basse-Terre, and together we'll defeat the enemies of our freedom! The crowd shouts. ANOTHER OFFICER
[Taking his place on the platform] Citizens,
I'm going to read you officer a proclamation by the commander of Basse-Terre,
Delgrès.[He reads very badly.] May the whole universe hear this
last protest of innocence and despair. In the finest days of a century that
will be forever celebrated for the victory of philosophy and enlightenment .
. . The crowd is obviously
becoming restless.
THE OFFICER
A suffering class menaced with annihilation has had no choice
but to raise its voice to posterity . . . A WOMAN
What does all that mean? A MAN
Be quiet! It's white folks' French. ANOTHER
Shut up! Too bad for you if you don't understand French! THE OFFICER
[Continuing to read] so that after its death a record
will remain of its innocence and misfortunes. Victims of a few bloodthirsty
individuals, who dared to deceive the French government . . . [End Page
484] A VOICE
Enough, enough! We're wasting time! Let's be off to Basse-
Terre! ANOTHER
VOICE That's the way white folks talk! THE CROWD
To Basse-Terre! To Basse-Terre! IGNACE
[Motioning to the officer to be silent] Let's go! The crowd moves off.
Joséphin and Sergélius stand next to the pregnant woman, who raises herself
up with difficulty.
JOSÉPHIN
[Coming up level with her] Really, women are crazy! With
your big belly, is this where you should be? THE WOMAN
But it's my belly that gives me strength and courage! [She
touches her belly.] I don't want her to live through what we've endured.
For it will be a girl. That's how I want it to be. I'll call her Aimée! JOSÉPHIN
Lean on me. Sergélius, take her other arm. What's your name? THE WOMAN
Solitude! 65 SERGÉLIUS
[Bursting out laughing] What a funny name! SOLITUDE
My mother gave it to me because her life had been a long,
drifting journey to the end of night in a hearse drawn by four horses. But
for Aimée, everything will be different. The world will change. There will
never be any storms or rains ever again; only clear blue sky. SERGÉLIUS
There will never be any empty bellies ever again. Our cooking
pots will be full! JOSÉPHIN
We'll never have to work for free ever again! The land won't
belong to the Whites anymore. It will be ours, and we'll plant green fruit,
red fruit! SOLITUDE
No more masters, no more slaves ever again! JOSÉPHIN
No more rich people ever again, no more poor people ever again! SERGÉLIUS
[With expressive gestures] No more tattered rags that
barely cover your behind! Clean white clothes, neatly ironed! SOLITUDE
Oh! How beautiful tomorrow will be! I can see it! Can you? SERGÉLIUS
AND JOSÉPHIN [In unison] I can
see it! A MAN
[Mockingly] What do you see? Hurry! [End Page 485]
SOLITUDE
, JOSéPHIN, SERGélius Off to Basse-Terre! They join the others
who go off singing the song from the beginning of the scene. The lights go
off abruptly. THE STORYTELLER
What do you want me to
say? That I've invented a happy storyteller ending like in American movies?
This time will be like all the others. Death, which never has its fill, will
have a belly full; and those who love freedom will end up in mass graves.
Sometimes I say to myself that if the earth is so red in Guadeloupe it's because
she's seen so much blood flowing! The sound of shots,
canons. The storyteller listens for a moment without saying anything. THE STORYTELLER
[Very coldly;
definitely very coldly]Cornered by Pélage, who had storyteller
surrendered, Captain Ignace put a bullet through his head on May 25.
Surrounded by Richepanse's troops, Commander Delgrès and his 300 companions,
who had taken refuge in the d'Anglemont plantation, were blown to bits on May
28. The mulatto woman Solitude was executed shortly after that. Joséphin and
Sergélius are among those anonymous figures >whose names history does not
remember. They gazed in the face of death somewhere between Trois Rivières
and Saint Sauveur.Give us freedom or death! Silence. The light
goes up on the two stages. On the second stage, the scene replicates the
earlier scenes in 1789 and 1794, but in complete silence. On the first stage,
white officers are seated around a table and discuss terms. For a while the
two parallel scenes are performed together. Then the light will slowly go out
on stage 2. AN OFFICER
[Solemnly] The order of the day calls for the report by
the special commission that was named at the last session to present its
opinion concerning the expression of national recognition by the senate to
the first consul of the republic . . . BONAPARTE
[Angry and brutal] Gentlemen, get on with it! Have you
made a decision or not? Hesitation. At this
moment, an emissary runs in. EMISSARY
General, General, General Richepanse has accomplished his
mission! God is with us. Slavery has been reestablished in Guadeloupe. The officers rise
enthusiastically.
BONAPARTE
[Gloomy and remaining seated] I don't give a damn about
Guadeloupe. It's nothing but a speck of dust, of spit, in the sea. What about
Saint-Domingue? What about Saint-Domingue? [End Page 486] EMISSARY
General, there are two letters from General Leclerc! BONAPARTE
Couldn't you have said so sooner? What does he have to say? Read
them! EMISSARY
[Opening one of them hastily] Citizen consul, Illness is
devastating the army under my command. The army that you estimated at 20,000
men has been reduced to 12,000.At the present time 3,600 of my men are
hospitalized. Order the shipping of medical supplies to us. This loss of men
is truly frightening . . . All the officers seem
appalled except for Bonaparte, who shouts. BONAPARTE
This is not what I want to hear. The hell with this. What does
the other letter say? Has he gotten rid of those gilded Africans? EMISSARY
Yes, General. The other letter. [He opens it] "I
have had General Toussaint arrested and I'm sending him to you with his whole
family . . ." Shouts of joy, hugs. THE OFFICERS
He has had Toussaint Louverture arrested! Finally! Finally! The lights go out on
stage 2 and go on again on stage 1. Standing on three sides of the stage, men
blow into conch shells while others beat drums. [Drum roll] It is important
that the fourth side remain open. It symbolizes the seashore. MEN
Yo pri Toussaint! Yo pri Toussaint! They've taken Toussaint! THE FIRST MAN
Mé yo pa pri Sans Souci! But they didn't get Sans
Souci! THE SECOND MAN
Mé yo pa pri Lamour Dérance! THE THIRD MAN
Mé yo pa pri Cangé! THE FOURTH MAN
Mé yo pa pri Magloire Amboise! THE FIFTH MAN
Mé yo pa pri Gilles Bambara! THE SIXTH MAN
Mé yo pa pri Makaya! THE SEVENTH MAN
Mé yo pa pri Dessalines! Ovation by all. EVERYONE
Freedom! Independence! [End Page 487] A din of conch shells,
gwo ka drums, songs, applause, cheers. Dancing. Since this is the final scene
it should be noisy and very lively. DESSALINES
[Climbing up on a platform; tone still somewhat marked by
parody] War to the end against tyrants! That's my motto! Freedom! Independence!
That's our rallying cry! Generals, officers, soldiers, I make a vow to you
that I swear to uphold as long as one breath of life remains in me. [Ovation]
Never again will any colonialist or any European set foot on this territory
as a master or property owner. This resolution will be the foundation of our
constitution. Ovation, applause. SECOND GENERAL
[Lamour Dérance] The Whites have understood
nothing. They took Toussaint. But there are thousands of Toussaints in Saint
Domingue! Ovation. Confusion.
Suddenly, guards positioned along the coast start moving around and pointing
with their spyglasses. A SENTRY
There are men out at sea! They are swimming toward us! VOICES
Swimming! They're Whites! Whites who want to catch us by
surprise! The crowd begins to
stir. A SENTRY
No, they're not Whites! They're Blacks! DESSALINES
[Coming close] Blacks? All becomes still. The
crowd gathers on the fourth side of the stage and looks out at the horizon.
After a moment, men and women who are soaked and exhausted drag themselves
forward, climb the stairs and move onto the stage. Confusion. One of the
women faints. DESSALINES
[Showing no kindness] Who are you? Where are you coming
from? A MAN
[Crying] We're coming from Guadeloupe. Slavery has been
reestablished . . . THE CROWD
Reestablished! THE MAN
Yes! Guadeloupe is again in chains! She is covered with blood
again! She's in ruins! Appalled silence. THE MAN
We were deported along with thousands of others on the frigate
"La Cocarde." But when night came, we jumped into the sea! We've
been struggling for hours to stay alive at sea. Some of us were carried away
by the waves, and we'll never see their bodies again. [End Page 488] DESSALINES
Don't cry! Aren't you at home here? Aren't Guadeloupe and
Saint-Domingue one and the same? THE CROWD
They're the same! They're the same! DESSALINES
Don't we all come from Africa? THE CROWD
Yes! Yes! DESSALINES
Don't we all speak the same Creole? THE CROWD
Yes! Yes! DESSALINES
Don't we all dance to the same drum? Beating of drums. THE CROWD
Yes! Yes! DESSALINES
Men and women of Guadeloupe, stop crying! Consider this your
home! This land is yours! We'll
share with you, and even if there were thousands of you asking for refuge, we
would welcome you in the same way! Ovation. Drums.
Applause. A man from [Surrounded
by all the others] One day, despite all of this, our Guadeloupe country
will be independent. Yes, it will be independent, and we will plant it with
the fruits of hope and fraternity! THE CROWD
[Standing around them and embracing] Yes! Yes! DESSALINES
[Resuming his stentorian tone] Citizens, rather than
diminishing our courage, the terrible news that Guadeloupe has been enslaved
again only incites our rage to avenge our brothers who have been abused by
the Whites! I've spoken. We'll fight with our last breath! What is our
rallying cry? THE CROWD
Freedom! Independence! Here, group dances,
solos by women, and above all very loud beating of the gwo ka drum for
several minutes. Then, darkness on the stage and silence. THE STORYTELLER
That was in 1802! Since we all know
the outcome of this story, I'll let you judge whether the promises that were
made that year were kept; whether the dreams were realized or whether
tomorrow still remains nestled in its mother's womb, waiting to be born. My
eyes see nothing; only many, many corpses; many prisoners; many exiles; many,
many. . .It's late. It's time for me to return to my eternal night, to my
resting place under the casuarina trees, right by the sea! The sea is my
companion. On stormy days, I hear her roar against the rocks. When the
weather is fair, [End Page 489] I hear her babbling like a little
child! I'll let you get back to your lives. I'll let you get back to life! To
the sun! To the red flowers of the balisier tree on the slope of the volcano.
I bid you a good evening. Remember me. Zephyr. My name is Zephyr.
Translated by Doris Y. Kadish and Jean-Pierre Piriou Maryse Condé was born in Guadeloupe. She is
the author of several novels, including Hérémakhonon, Ségou: les Murailles
de terre, Moi, Tituba, sorcière noire de Salem, La vie scèlérate, and Traversée
de la mangrove. She is also author of La parole des femmes: essai sur
de romancières de Antilles de langue française, La civilisation du bossale,
and other studies of literature and culture. A new book, Tales from the
Heart, appeared in 2001. Notes
1. In French, the title of the play, "An Tan
Revolisyon," includes the subtitle "elle court, elle court la
liberté," which alludes to the French children's song and game about
chasing a ferret: "il court, il court le furet." A possible
translation might be "chasing the greased pig of freedom." The play
was first staged at the Fort Fleur d'Epée in Gosier, Guadeloupe on November
11, 1989. 2. The corrupt regime of Sartine, minister of the navy, was
overthrown in 1794 under the leadership of Victor Hughes, governor of
Guadeloupe, who recruited black soldiers and defeated the English on Sartine
Square, which was renamed Victoire Square. 3. The storyteller is a mythical character found in tales
from the Caribbean. Guardian and dispenser of the islands' histories, he is
presented by the celebrated Haitian writer Jacques Stephen Alexis as flying
all night from island to island; hence the name Zephyr. 4. The island of Guadeloupe is today an overseas
department, standing in relation to France as Hawaii does to the United
States. It enters written history in 1493 when Christopher Columbus landed on
the island, which was at that time populated by Amerindians. Different
periods mark the life of Guadeloupe at the end of the eighteenth and the
nineteenth centuries: revolution, counter-revolution, occupation by the
English, reconquest by the French, and abolition of slavery. 5. In the usage of the times, such terms referring to
color, social condition, or legal status as "gens de couleur"
[persons of color], "affranchi" [free colored], and
"mulâtre" [mulatto] were used interchangeably and in various
combinations with one another. 6. In the usage of the times, "nègre" conveyed
the social condition of "slave" whereas "noir" [Black]
had abolitionist meanings more directly connected with race. See Doris Y.
Kadish and Françoise Massardier-Kenney's Translating Slavery (Kent,
OH: Kent State University Press, 1994), 18-19. 7. The Third Estate comprised all people not in the
nobility or the clergy: the middle class, craftsmen, and peasants. 8. The "cahiers de doléances" were lists of
grievances that were submitted to the king. In the colonies, local assemblies
were formed by white deputies and citizens to compose them. Their requests
included limiting the powers of the king and his agents, gaining the right to
make their own laws and to enforce them with local militias and courts,
retaining their properties and thereby stabilizing their possessions. 9. The harvest share ["champart"] was the part of
the harvest taken by the lords under the feudal system. It was set apart in
the field before the tenant farmer collected his harvest. 10. Direct taxes ["taille"] were imposed on
peasants, with their value determined by the king's council. The nobility and
clergy were generally exempted from such taxes. Indirect taxes
["aides"] affected the sale and distribution of certain kinds of
merchandise. They were the monetary allowances that a vassal owed to his
lord. 11. Before the arrival of Christopher Columbus on the island
that he named Hispaniola in August 1492, its Carib inhabitants called it
Haity. Under colonial rule, the Western half of the island was known as
Saint-Domingue, a name that was changed to Haiti when independence was
declared on January 1, 1804. Haiti thus became the first independent black
state in the new world. The Eastern half of the island was known then and now
as Santo Domingo. 12. The Estates General were assemblies summoned by the king
under the ancien regime to deal with important matters of state. Among their
duties were to make recommendations and vote on subsidies. 13. Guinea grass is tall African forage grass introduced
into tropical America and the Southern United States, where it is used for
hay. In the Caribbean, "Guinea" symbolizes the African continent,
the cultural roots of the slaves, and the promise of ultimate freedom and
rebirth. Upon death, it was believed, slaves would return to Guinea, the land
where men stand tall. 14. In this scene, the king is still able to separate the
three orders, but he eventually had to agree to allow them to meet together,
at which time the Third Estate was able to gain control. 15. Count Honoré-Gabriel Riqueti de Mirabeau, a celebrated
orator and moderate politician who advocated constitutional monarchy, played
a major role in the National Assembly. 16. The Carmagnole and "ça ira" were popular
revolutionary songs and dances during the Terror. In Guadeloupe, they marked
the advent of the revolution. 17. Marie Galante is an island near Guadeloupe that
administratively forms part of Guadeloupe today. In the eighteenth century it
was the location of lucrative sugar plantations. 18. Only later, in February 1794, were deputies of color
sent to the National Convention: Jean-Baptiste Mills, a Mulatto; and
Jean-Baptiste Bellay, a Black. 19. The friends of the Mulattoes in Paris were the Société
des Amis des Noirs, created in 1788 on the model of American and English
abolitionist societies. 20. Until the time of independence, numbers of runaway
slaves or maroons succeeded in surviving in independent slave communities
throughout the Caribbean. 21. The mapou is a very tall tree found in Guadeloupe and
other Francophone islands. In Haiti it is used in voodoo ceremonies. The
malimbé tree, which grows in the Grande-Terre region of Guadeloupe, does not
exist in Martinique or French Guyana. The acomat is a species of tree native
to the Marie Galante region. 22. The Great Fear was a peasant uprising that took place in
the summer of 1789, as news of the taking of the Bastille spread through the
countryside. It prompted the National Assembly to address the issue of
abolishing privileges. 23. In response to the spread of revolutionary violence in
the provinces, the National Assembly officially abolished feudal privileges
in August 1789. 24. Mainmorte was possession of lands by corporations. 25. Venal offices ["vacat"] were sold by the crown
and had noble privileges attached to them. Many subsequently became
hereditary. 26. The annates taxes were paid annually to ecclesiastical
beneficiaries. 27. Under the ancien regime, guilds or labor corporations
entered into an oath ["la jurande"] with their members. 28. The Swiss banker Jacques Necker served as finance
minister to Louis XVI from 1771 to 1781, when the king fired him for
publishing a report on the precarious financial status of France. As attempts
to withstand the financial crisis failed, Louis XVI reinstated him in 1788.
He played an important role in the early years of the revolution as an
advocate for social and constitutional reform. He resigned in September 1790
and lived in retirement until his death in 1804. 29. Pointe-à-Pitre is a major city of Guadeloupe. Victor
Hughes's battle to regain control of this city raged from June to September
1794. 30. The tricolor cockade ["cocarde tricolore"] is
a circular insignia bearing the national colors: blue, white, and red. 31. Damballah is a voodoo
deity, a "lwa" or "loa." He is represented as the great
snake who surrounds the world. 32. Madras, a piece of
cloth used as a head scarf, is an integral part of the Caribbean culture. It
is mentioned nostalgically in folk songs such as "Adieu madras"
that recount the departure for France. 33. Toussaint Louverture was born on the Bréda plantation in
Saint-Domingue on May 20, 1743. Still a slave at age 48, he nevertheless
learned to read and write, thus assuming a position of influence within the
slave community. He joined his fellow slaves in August 1791 to plan the
general rebellion and played a major role in Saint-Domingue's military
activities, becoming Commander in Chief in 1797. Proclaimed governor for life
in 1801, he was arrested in 1802 and sent to France, where he died in prison
on April 7, 1803. 34. Boukman, a slave and voodoo high priest [a "papa
loa"], organized the revolution in Saint-Domingue, which began with a
spontaneous slave insurrection in the north. He was captured and killed. 35. Toussaint, like many other slaves of Saint-Domingue,
responded positively to the Spaniards, who offered them an alliance against
the French government. 36. During his slave years, Toussaint was commonly referred
to by his nickname of Little Stick [Fatras Baton], a reference to his short,
frail stature; or in conjunction with the name of the plantation where he was
a slave [Toussaint Bréda]. It was only after 1793, when he emerged as a
military leader, that he assumed the name of Toussaint Louverture. In The
Black Jacobins, C.L.R. James observes that "l'ouverture" means
"the opening," a reference to his military victories or openings if
not also to the gap in his teeth. He preferred that his name be written
"Louverture," without the apostrophe. 37. Recognized for his knowledge of herbs as a "leaf
doctor" [a "médecin feuille" or in Creole as a dokté-fèye],
Toussaint was appointed physician in the army of Saint-Domingue. 38. Elected president of Haiti in 1957, François Duvalier
destroyed the military as an independent force and created his own militia,
nicknamed the "Tontons Macoutes," or bogeymen. He preserved them
until he was forced out of power in 1985. 39. The Dauphin, son of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette, was
born in 1785, seven years after his sister known as Madame Royale, born in
1778. The Dauphin, who would have succeeded his father to the throne as Louis
XVII, died during his incarceration in the Temple prison with his parents. 40. The republican calendar was instituted by the National
Convention on November 24, 1793. It was divided into twelve months of thirty
days each, with five or six additional days devoted to the celebration of
republican holidays. The months were renamed for plants or other phenomena in
the natural world as a rejection of the religious and regal connotations of
the existing names of months. 41. Fabre d'Eglantine was a French poet and political
personality who named the months of the republican calendar. 42. Kongo, Nago, and Moudongue all refer to African peoples
sold into slavery in the West Indies. The Kongo came from the Central and
Southern parts of the continent, while the Nago originated from the Western
coast. The Moudongue is a reference to those from the Mandingue [mandingo]
part of West Africa. 43. In addition to referring to a type of orange,
"Bourbonnaise" can be read as an allusion to the ill-fated Bourbon
monarchy, which for monarchists at the time would have seemed "sweet to
the tongue." 44. A Mulatto serving as public prosecutor in Rochefort,
Hughes was dispatched to Guadeloupe to bring the National Convention's
message to the slaves and form them into an army. 45. Located within two miles of Pointe-à-Pitre, Fort Fleur
d'Epée had great strategic importance as a buffer zone, an area of protection
from enemy attacks from the southeast. Captured by the English in 1794, the
fort was retaken by Victor Hughes and successfully defended against
subsequent English attempts to regain control of it. 46. Rivière Salée and Fort Saint-Charles were key locations
in Hughes's successful battle to oust the English from Guadeloupe. 47. The gwo-ka refers both to a Caribbean drum and to a
dance performed to the rhythm of the drum. 48. The places named here witnessed key battles opposing
Toussaint Louverture and his enemies in the struggle for Haitian
independence. 49. Osagyefo, a title and praise-name in the Akan-Twi
language, is a collector of an army, a deliverer. It was the praise-name
appropriated in recent times by Kwame Nkrumah after Ghana's independence
since he "delivered" the promised independence. Mwalimu, of which
"mwalimwana" appears to be a variant, means master or professor in
Swahili. 50. Dondon, Marmelade, Plaisance, and Limbé are towns where
Toussaint fought and defeated his old allies, the English, in May 1794. 51. 1791 marked the beginning of counter-revolutionary
activities and uprisings in France in the western regions of Britanny and the
Vendée as well as the Gironde province, whose chief city was Bordeaux. 52. The name of the café, the Rendez-vous des Sans Culottes,
refers to the working class attire that marked the end of the ancien regime
practice of wearing "culottes," or knee breeches. 53. The poem "The Century was two years old"
["Ce siècle avait deux ans"] first appeared in the Revue des
Deux Mondes on August 1, 1831 and was then published that same year in
the collection "Les Feuilles d'Automne." 54. This remarks constitutes a parody of Hugo himself, who
at sixteen is reported to have claimed that he wanted to be Chateaubriand or
nothing ["Etre Chateaubriand ou rien!"] 55. Bonaparte's military prestige was greatly enhanced by
his Egyptian campaign in 1798. When he returned to France he was hailed as a
hero. The obelisk, located today at the Place de la Concorde in Paris,
commemorates his military victories. 56. A doukoun is a Caribbean pastry. 57. General Charles Leclerc, the husband of Bonaparte's
sister Pauline, commanded the expedition of Saint-Domingue, where he met his
death during the insurrection in 1802. 58. Born in Grenada, Henri Christophe was a slave who came
to Saint-Domingue at an early age. Having served in the Savannah campaign in
the American War of Independence in 1778, he returned home as a free man and
went on to achieve the highest military rank during the Haitian revolution.
He was declared king of Haiti in 1811 and died in 1820. 59. The Haitian born slave Jean-Jacques Dessalines was a
leader of the 1791 uprising leading to Haitian independence in 1804. After
Toussaint Louverture's deportation, Dessalines succeeded him as commander in
chief. Declared governor for life of Haiti, he died in ambush on October 17,
1806. 60. A black general, Jacques Maurepas was summoned to Le Cap
in November 1802 where General Leclerc ordered him and his whole family
drowned at sea. 61. A mulatto leader, Pélage took control of the government
for a period in 1801 during the revolutionary uprisings that occurred in
Guadeloupe. Despite his attempts to effectuate reform, he was deported to
France and imprisoned. Later he regained his military rank and died in Spain
in 1813. 62. Originally sent to Guadeloupe in 1793 to institute
revolutionary reforms, Lacrosse returned there in 1801 with instructions to
reestablish slavery. Despite uprisings directed against his rule, which
forced him to flee to the island of Dominica in 1801, he was successful in
putting down the slave revolts, and slavery was restored in 1802. 63. A black officer and former slave, Delgrès led the forces
of revolt in Guadeloupe. Forced to retreat to the d'Anglemont plantation and
threatened with imprisonment, he and 300 of his followers ended their battle
in a fiery and heroic death. 64. Napoleon's instructions to General Richepanse in
Guadeloupe paralleled those he gave to General Leclerc in Saint-Domingue. He
defeated the leaders of the revolutionary uprisings, deported their leaders,
and restored slavery. 65. The legendary story of the pregnant mulatto woman named
Solitude, who went to her death in the Guadeloupean revolution of 1802, has
been told by André Schwarz-Bart in the novel La Mûlatresse Solitude
[1972].
|
|
![[Project Muse]](../texts/In%20The%20Time%20Of%20The%20Revolution%201_files/image001.gif){kind=small}
![[Search Page]](../texts/In%20The%20Time%20Of%20The%20Revolution%201_files/image002.gif){kind=small}
![[Journals]](../texts/In%20The%20Time%20Of%20The%20Revolution%201_files/image003.gif){kind=small}
![[Journal Directory]](../texts/In%20The%20Time%20Of%20The%20Revolution%201_files/image004.gif){kind=small}
![[Contents]](../texts/In%20The%20Time%20Of%20The%20Revolution%201_files/image005.gif){kind=small}
![[Top]](../texts/In%20The%20Time%20Of%20The%20Revolution%201_files/image006.gif){kind=small}
