ZIMBABWE
Your wounds will be named silence


ROBIN HAMMOND



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Le photojournalisme connaît actuellement une période de mutation, rendue amère par les difficultés de la presse à financer de si complexes et lointains reportages. Compte tenu de ces nouvelles contraintes, la Fondation Carmignac Gestion a voulu donner aux photoreporters, témoins essentiels de notre temps, les moyens d’aller là où les autres ne vont pas et de nous donner à voir la réalité masquée par la distance et la quête permanente de sensationnel à laquelle les médias n’ont de cesse de se livrer.
En 2009, cette ambition a conduit à la création du prix du photojournalisme Fondation Carmignac Gestion. Le présent ouvrage met en lumière le reportage réalisé par Robin Hammond au Zimbabwe, lauréat 2011. Ce reportage se divise en quatre chapitres opérant un état des lieux de ce pays après trente ans de dictature.

La première partie – "La Vie" – nous présente celles et ceux qui ont ressenti le choc des politiques répressives et discriminatoires et qui ont subi les atrocités liées à leurs convictions politiques face à l’effondrement économique du Zimbabwe.

La deuxième partie – "Les Zimbabwéens" – rassemble un ensemble de portraits des personnes qui ont eu à endurer des actes de violence, qui ont perdu leur maison ou des membres de leur famille, et ce, soit pour des raisons politiques ou tribales, soit parce qu’ils n’avaient pas les bonnes connexions pour s’assurer une vie à l’abri des persécutions.

La troisième partie – "La Route" – illustre les migrations suite à la situation politique actuelle du pays, qui pousse des milliers de personnes vers l’exil et des familles entières à sillonner le pays sur des centaines de kilomètres.
Le titre de cette partie renvoie aussi bien à la vie quotidienne des populations qu’à celle du photoreporter, sujet aux restrictions imposées dans le pays aux journalistes ; photographier devient difficile, voire dangereux.

La quatrième partie – "Correspondance" – illustre les défis rencontrés par le photojournaliste sur le terrain. À travers des messages reçus et envoyés par Robin Hammond, nous accédons à un aperçu unique des luttes et craintes vécues par les Zimbabwéens tentant d’améliorer les droits de l’homme au sein de leur pays, dont la plupart ont courageusement aidé à la production du reportage.

Les restrictions touchant les journalistes et photographes travaillant au Zimbabwe ont entraîné l’isolement du pays, dont la situation a été pratiquement cachée du monde.

ZIMBABWE
Your wounds will be named silenceZimbabweans living on the front lines of a dictators brutal campaign to hold on to powerRobin HAMMONDThe western world is accustomed to tales of barbarism committed against the peoples of third world countries by military regimes led by ill-educated thugs in uniform – Bokassa, Amin, Pol Pot. But it has been flummoxed by Mugabe. He is a highly educated, suave and eloquent man who wears Saville Row suits. He speaks beautiful English. He fooled us all.As a rookie reporter in 1975 I was the first journalist to write his biography. His articulate charm and sophisticated persona, coupled with his glorious vision for a Zimbabwe free from the humiliating shackles of colonialism, where every person would walk in dignity, regardless of race, tribe or creed, made me his ardent supporter.Together with millions of my countrymen, I wept for joy as he raised our flag for the first time on 18 April 1980, and proclaimed to white, black and brown Zimbabweans: “Today we are bound together as one nation.” Freedom tasted sweet and he inspired us to believe in a bright tomorrow – with health, education and housing for all.For many years after independence, Mugabe was the western world’s African darling. They feted him, showered him with honorary degrees, fed his ego with awards and his coffers with bilateral aid. So mesmeric was he, that his genocide of an estimated 20,000 people in Matabeleland in the early 80s was dismissed as an inconvenient truth.Over the past 10 years – the weary, barren years of my exile – I have wept again: but never for joy.I wept when I saw the photographs in this book – the bloody, beaten bodies of my people, the wide, scared eyes of our fatherless children. Robin Hammond has captured with heart-wrenching accuracy the destruction of our dreams – the blood-stained tatters they have become.I’m sure many world leaders would like to murder journalists who snap at their heels daily, exposing their weaknesses, holding them accountable, bringing their dark secrets and craven self-serving into the light, but they don’t actually send out armed thugs on government pay to thrash, maim and kill them. In Mugabe’s Zimbabwe journalists are an endangered species. His regime has bombed and banned newspapers, bombed radio stations, confiscated – stole, that is – transmission equipment, kidnapped and deported foreign journalists, arrested, locked up and beaten local journalists. Knowing all this, Hammond still undertook his mission to give a voice to the voiceless through his lens. And he has paid the price in full – harassed, interrogated, imprisoned.His courage and commitment is demonstrated by his becoming one with his subjects, sharing their pain, their fear. Only thus could he have produced photographs like this – a priceless record of the evidence of man’s inhumanity to man, through people who have witnessed barbarity at its worst. As a white man trying to melt into the shadows to avoid detection by Mugabe’s thugs, many of them in police uniform, and having to move in predominantly black communities, Hammond’s relationship of trust with the people whose stories he has so evocatively captured and enunciated to the world in this book is key. Betrayal by any one of them could have meant torture, imprisonment and even death.WILF MBANGA
Editor, The Zimbabwean



Editor : ACTES SUD - FONDATION CARMIGNAC GESTION
Publication year : 2012