Des images contre les clichés sur les oubliés de Calais

Dans son livre 
Des hommes vivent ici (1), 
la photographe Marion Osmont raconte le quotidien des migrants le long du littoral de la 
Manche, dix ans après 
la fermeture du camp de Sangatte. Un travail
 plein d’humanité 
et de dignité.

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Un grand hangar vide. Au loin, un groupe d’hommes. Sept ou huit Africains, assis ou debout autour d’une table, jouent aux cartes. Un clair-obscur d’humanité au milieu du néant. « Je suis contente d’avoir pu prendre cette image, raconte son auteure, la photographe Marion Osmont. Berlusconi, le passeur (en capuche – NDLR), m’a dit “Tu fais ce que tu veux”, cet état de grâce a duré trois secondes. Cette image montre l’attente d’une journée ordinaire. Il ne se passe rien. »

Pendant plus de deux ans, Marion Osmont a photographié la vie quotidienne des migrants de Calais. Elle publie ces photos dans un livre au titre éloquent Des hommes vivent ici. D’une grande sobriété, ses images montrent la vie dans le dépouillement : la préparation du feu, la cuisine, les nuits dans le squat, l’ennui, le linge qui sèche sur un arbre, la traque, le froid, la peur. Loin des clichés vus et revus sur les migrants de Calais, les photos de Marion Osmont sont remplies d’humanité et de dignité.

« On parle trop souvent d’eux et de nous »

Son travail est le résultat d’une démarche mûrement réfléchie. « On parle trop souvent d’eux et de nous. Je ne voulais surtout pas ça. Je pense que beaucoup de gens, s’ils savaient ce qu’il se passe à Calais, ne trouveraient pas ça normal. J’ai donc travaillé à créer de l’empathie. » MarionOsmontcouv

Pour cela, la photographe s’attache à suivre deux migrants « au plus près », Ammanuel et Haroon. Les deux hommes ne se laissent pas simplement photographier, ils sont des acteurs à part entière de la démarche du livre. « Ils m’ont montré des lieux, des campements, m’ont raconté leurs parcours. Ce n’était pas facile pour eux, mais il leur paraissait important que leur histoire soit connue. Pour que ça puisse provoquer des changements. »

Deux migrants suivis au quotidien

Marion Osmont attend quelques semaines après le démantèlement de la jungle pachtoune en septembre 2009 pour commencer son travail. « Tous les migrants étaient revenus, il fallait montrer que cette opération n’avait servi à rien. » Parisienne, elle passe ses week-ends à Calais pour suivre ces deux migrants qui ne sont pas « de passage », contrairement à ce que prétendent les ministres de l’Immigration de Nicolas Sarkozy. Tous les deux demandeurs d’asile, ils attendent la réponse de l’Office français des réfugiés (Ofpra) dans le plus total dénuement.

Des hommes vivent ici montre la vie des migrants en plan large. « C’est une forme de respect, dit-elle. Ils sont sous pression en permanence, les flics les réveillent toutes les nuits, les journalistes peuvent être parfois intrusifs. Je voulais des photos assez douces. » Exclues donc les images de la distribution, où l’on voit les migrants dans les files d’attente ou manger sur un bout de trottoir. Pendant longtemps, la photographe s’est aussi refusée à immortaliser ces séances durant lesquelles les migrants se brûlent les doigts pour échapper aux renvois vers d’autres pays d’Europe.

Trajet décomposé

Dans cette vie quotidienne calaisienne, la police est omniprésente. Dès l’aube, lorsqu’elle intervient dans les squats pour arrêter les migrants. Dans les évacuations de campements ou les destructions de squats. À chaque fois, il faut trouver un nouvel endroit où dormir, toujours plus loin, plus caché. Dans la série de photos Chez Haroon, Marion Osmont décompose le trajet pour rejoindre la cachette du Soudanais : « Traverser un hangar / se glisser dans un trou / longer un tunnel aménagé sous le sol / passer un premier mur / marcher le long d’un corridor à travers ronces / passer un deuxième mur / marcher sur un toit / passer par une fenêtre cassée / monter un escalier défoncé. » Délogé, Haroon devra s’installer encore plus loin…

Aujourd’hui, Haroon et Ammanuel, tous deux déboutés du droit d’asile après des années d’attente, sont partis vers d’autres horizons. « Je les imagine quelque part en Europe, à la rue», dit Marion Osmont. Encore plus brisés que lors de leur arrivée à Calais, il y a quelques années. « Il était encore temps de les aider alors. Avec des soins psychologiques, peut-être qu’ils auraient pu se récupérer. C’est un immense gâchis. » Aujourd’hui, environ 300 migrants survivent à Calais même. Quelque 500 autres s’éparpillent dans des petits campements le long du littoral. Dans des conditions toujours plus précaires.

(1) Des hommes vivent ici, de Marion Osmont. Éditions Images plurielles, 25 euros, avec le soutien de Médecins du Monde et de Amnesty International.

Wizard of Oz

So, I’m watching the Wizard Of Oz with my kiddos, and through the mountains of commercials, there was one that struck a chord.  I saw a commercial for scholarships for moms, wow, what a great resource, I didn’t realize they had anything out there for moms.  It’s really comforting to know that there are tools that the moms of the world out there can utilize to get ahead in life :).  So, who’s watched Wizard of Oz lately?  Do the monkeys seem scarier than before?  It’s funny how things look different when you haven’t watched something in quite a long time.  Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my!

 

Counting Sheep

Does anyone count sheep anymore?!  I found myself not able to sleep the other night, so, I started off with a few videos I was watching, hoping that would help!  Nope, don’t think so…..after trying and trying without sleep, I tried one last thing.  I counted sheep, guess what?  It worked!




Puzzles

Looking for free money for college is such a task, like putting together a huge puzzle!  I like puzzles, but, this is just plain crazy.  Real puzzles are so much simpler, you take a piece, put it with another like piece, then voila, puzzle solved.  My grandmother used to do puzzles all day long.  I would go over her house and she would have a card table set up with the most recent puzzle she was putting together.  The difference with those is that she had it all in front of her, and she would complete one puzzle at a time.  Looking on the internet for anything is like a rubix cube, no matter how hard you try, it’s impossible to solve the puzzle.

Lovin my oven!

So, what is your favorite thing to bake?  Hmmmm….that’s a toughy, there are so many delicious things.  As I’m thumbing through the internet, looking for easy scholarships to apply for, I started getting hungry, and was thinking about what to bake.  I only have a few items in my kitchen, eggs, baking powder, sugar, and some spices, I might have some chocolate chips.  So, I started looking around for different recipes, there is a lot more out there to do with these few items than you think.  I may be able to make just sugar cookies?  Well, if I had the ingredients, I think I would make a hot apple pie, that sounds delicious!  I may just have to run out and grab a few more items.

Trapped

Do you ever find yourself getting trapped in all the social media that’s out there?  I do, and i’m trying to stop, hahahaa!  I don’t think people realize how addicting it can become.  You just can’t allow things like this to get you off track from your goals.  One of my many goals right now is to get a consolidation loan for bad credit.  I’m doing some research and boy is it confusing, there are so many choices and avenues to venture out in, i’m not sure if I can make up my mind.  So, in the meantime, I suppose you can find me on the super highway, trapped in social media to keep me busy.

 

 

Tv Scholar

I cannot help but find myself sucked in to the tube on a daily basis.  I am an avid TV Scholar.  Some of my favorite T.V. shows are 10 items or less, 20/20, and 21 Jumpstreet.  Because of my guilty habit of watching T.V. most of the day, it seems to distract me from the more important things that I should be focused on, like school work.  I’ve been attempting to get an easy scholarship so that the load is not entirely on my shoulders as far as expense.  Goodness, I really need to focus more on getting an easy scholarship more so than watching T.V.  Oh well, what does one do?

Making The Transition

It’s sad to think of the state of many of the men and women who have fought for the freedoms we all enjoy. The fight this nation’s wars even when they don’t believe in the reasons for fighting them. They fight because that’s what they’re ordered to do, and they’re trained to follow orders.

When they leave the service and take off the uniform, they become veterans, and many face a host of problems that veterans face fitting back into what is considered to be normal society. Some manage this with only a little difficulty, but others have a much harder time. Some slip through the cracks of a well-meaning society and wind up living on the streets.

All to often this is the result of falling on hard times and having few places to turn for help. Some do manage to pull themselves back up, but all too many become just another statistic. This is sad and probably one of the reasons why so many are not able to get traditional lending but have to go for consolidation loans for people with bad credit. Another example is the ups and downs with the economy. This may or may not

Busy Days

Yesterday was a busy day for me. I started the process of fixing my lawn mower along with two friends. Unfortunately it would not go into gear although the motor started. We will need to get some additional help with it. Afterwards, my friend and I went to to the lake. I got my kayak out of the water and moved it to my house.

After that endeavor, we went to subway for some lunch, to the bank, and on to the grocery store. Yesterday was one of the busiest days I have had in awhile, and today should be busy as well. I tend to prefer busy days, as to days when I am not occupied but both can be good, and a combination of both of both of those sorts of days, are probably important in terms of an individuals over all lifestyle and happiness. I enjoyed my day yesterday, even though it was a bit stressful after turning in all of my paperwork at school for scholarships for women over 40.

Journaling is Fun!

If you haven’t read the journal, you must want to take a look at it. The piece is super awesome and it might thrill you more than you expected. To me, it must be the finest piece of writing I have come across lately. The flow is so amazing and the ideas are quite outreached, much better than aything I have ever seen.

If you have not seen this, you need too: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/news/memoir-writing-contest/

The reason as to why I really love the journal is the way it brings out its articles in a very simple and interesting flow. The feeling you get reading it is so good that it makes you feel like you want to re-read it again and again.

One article I can’t easily forget about, in which the writer joked about heavens falling from the sky just because of a mere romance. I had to recite that part time after time and even picked a line from it. Those who have read it will agree with me if I say, great writers are just great and the author of this journal fits the club of greatness. In fact, after looking for my consolidation loans for people for bad credit , I decided to spend some time journaling.

Check out why we journal: https://www.mytherapyjournal.com/whyjournal/

My Story.

Once upon a time, in a very large and prosperous kingdom, there lived a mighty man. As a miniscule babe, he had an unnerving amount of courage. There was nothing this plump baby boy would not do. As a young lad, he ran across a wild and out-of-control beast: a lion. That was the only natural problem with the kingdom. It was overrun with man-eaters. The natives were normally jovial, chortling to one another about the young bucks trying to make names for themselves. But whenever a lion was heard roaring in the distance, they immediately became quiet and motionless.

Unlike the rest of his people and contrary to all well-known legends of fearless warriors, this little lad befriended the lion. He followed the monster to its lair and from then on would always visit the pride. That is how he came by the name Lionel. He was the only man that would even begin to get that close to them.

Not only because of his unnatural associations with the lions but also because of his skill in battle, virtue, and blond-flowing hair, he was declared the most magnificent knight in the kingdom. But one day, that title was challenged. A very mysterious yet charismatic man appeared in the dominion. He proclaimed to the elders and to Lionel himself that he should be bestowed the esteemed title of best knight.

Greatly irritated by the stranger’s arrogance, Lionel decided that they would settle the debate once and for all. The two warriors were assigned the same physical and mental challenges and whoever produced the finest results was to be declared the champion. Lionel won by a landslide and he was very cognizant of his outstanding dominance. In fact, he was too aware. He became addicted to the ecstasy of winning. The exhilarating feeling of victory that surged through his veins took over his heart.

Lionel began challenging the noblest knights at home and abroad and he never lost a battle. This new hobby began to consume him, body and soul. He soon forgot about his feline friends. In fact, he avoided them all together, not wishing anything to interfere with his winning streak. His pride swelled with every success. Audacity and narcissism became his constant companions.

The lions noticed this change in character and were not pleased. Lionel had been their friend. They had ceased their violent outbursts on the people solely because of Lionel. He had provided them with bounteous feeding grounds and Lionel had learned a great deal from their strong temperament.

It was not long until the pride had had enough. One evening, they all gathered and mercilessly sprang upon the unsuspecting kingdom. It had been years since threats by the lions were even thought probable and yet in one moment, the most gory raid to date was launched. After that night, a bloody morning began. Both the skies and the grounds were covered in rich, red lather. Only Lionel and a few of the fittest knights had survived.

Lionel realized that he had caused this holocaust. Racked with guilt, he went from an idolizing and legendary warrior to an emotional and despairing failure. Knowing exactly what he must do, he told the knights to go their separate ways, start families, build their own kingdoms. Bound by their loyalty to their fallible friends, they did as he requested. Lionel left that day and ventured to the lair of the lions. He went unarmed and wearing rags for clothing.

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Hope you thought that was good. That was one of the exceprts that I wrote for my no essay scholarships contest this last fall. I did not win with this piece, but I hope to submit another one soon.