In the early 1960s, in Salisbury (present-day Harare), in Southern Rhodesia (present-day Zimbabwe), the government of Ian Smith hanged three black revolutionaries who had been pardoned by the Queen of England. René Vautier, together with ZAPU (Zimbabwe African Party for Unity), denounced the assassination. Expelled by the Rhodesian police (who had received information from the French secret services), the filmmaker went to Algeria to shoot a film in the form of an allegation against colonial savagery. The film was initially banned in France, but was authorized in 1970, it seems that in England it was never authorized. A poem written by René Vautier (under the Algerian pseudonym Férid Dendeni), read by the future Senegalese filmmaker Djibril Diop Mambéty, paintings by the South African painter Gerard Sekoto, a soundtrack donated by members of the Black Panthers exiled in Algiers (a slow funeral march composed to accompany the funeral of a black man killed during the struggle for civil rights in the United States), masks and statuettes of black art. Unable to make his usual live-action film, Vautier improvised a magnificent filmic poem.

An unemployed Algerian worker leaves Paris hitchhiking. He soon reaches Brittany and, captivated by the beauty of the wild gorse, ends up setting himself up as a gorse vendor. But because of parking issues with his small cart, he has a rough run‑in with a policeman, who reacts violently and overturns the cart, scattering the flowers. The intervention of some factory workers, and the warm solidarity they show him, saves him from despair. A poetic and humorous fable in which an Algerian immigrant travels across Brittany in search of work. He finds a cart and begins selling gorse in a small town. When a policeman violently knocks over his cart, the flowers spill onto the ground. At the factory gates, the women workers, as a sign of solidarity, pick them up one by one and buy them from him. The film won the Anti‑Racist Film Award granted by the Amicale of Immigrant Workers’ Associations in Europe in 1970.

When independence came, the owners of the big boats decided to sell up, so many small-scale fishermen soon found themselves out of work. Their wives decided to pool their gold rings and sell them to buy new boats.

The Presidents of African countries are the puppets of Europe: they don’t care about their people or their countries, if they did they would honour their sovereignty. We were born in countries where our own culture is relegated to the background. Our leaders have the power to build up their own countries but they don’t have the will. Those with the will to do it are murdered.

A conversation at the microMeeting de Ru'a [visions] at the CCCBA. 05.17.2013 "Knowing the West with my own eyes ... Despite globalization, we never see images of the white man working ... We see that he is in a hurry, but who cleans his streets? ... My grandfather told me that the white man He deceives us, tells us that we are poor, but we are not! What happens is that he only knows one level of wealth, the most basic, the most ephemeral and material ... For him, everything that is not visible is madness or superstition ... "