Que penserait Samuel L. Jackson des clichés du "black street" dans l'extrait d'Erasure, de Percival Everett.

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Publié le 10 mai 2016 il y a 37 minutes par Bolchoï - Fin › 12 mai 2016 dans dans 2 jours

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Bonjour/Bonsoir.

Comme dit dans le titre, mon devoir consiste à écrire, sur une vingtaine de lignes, ce que penserait Samuel L. Jackson sur le cliché du noir représenté dans le livre de Percival Everett. On choisit ce personnage là pour ses rôles dans des films comme Harcelé, Coach Carter ou encore Menace to Society, ou les clichés du noir dangereux, pauvre, faisant la loi dans les quartiers sont les thèmes principaux.

(l'extrait du livre en question en bas)

 

Je n'ai pour l'instant aucune piste sur comment montrer ce qu'en penserait Samuel L. Jackson, ainsi de comment le rédiger. Je prendrais donc en compte toutes les remarques, pistes, aides, idées pour m'aider. Je ne demande donc pas de le faire à ma place.

 

Je m'en remet à vous, à votre générosité et vous remercie d'avance !

 

 

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So I gets away from the police and hangs around some alleys for a while. I gots a coupla dollars my mama give me before the telebision show, but I dont wanna spend it yet. But I be hongry as shit. I think it aint a good idea to go back to my hood, but that where I gotta be. I knows the streets and places to hide. I go to the grade school and kicks up in the shadows by the door and looks at the basketball courts. I hears some footprints comin my way, but there aint noplace for me to run, so I stay sunk down in the dark.

“Go, nigger, you here?” the voice call out. I recognizes it as Reynisha.

“That you, Reynisha?” I ax.

“Yeah, it me,” she say. “Come on out from dem shadows.”

“You by yo’self?” I ax.

“Yeah,” she say. “I dint think you was gonna get away from there. Them police still lookin through the studio.”

“Take mo’ than twenty police to catch me,” I say. “You come lookin fo’ me?”

“Yeah,” she say. “Come on down.”

I step out the shadows and down the steps and stand in front of her. “What you want?” I look at the street and down the block. “You got any money or food?”

“No, nigger, but I gots this fo’ yo’ ass,” she say and she pull out that nine and point it at me.

“Shit, Reynisha,” I say. “Is that muthafucka loaded?”

“Dame straight it loaded, you sorry son of a bitch,” she say. “I’m gone shoot yo’ ass dead and get you out my baby’s life fo’ good.”

“Chill out, baby doll,” I say.

She laugh. “Baby Doll?” she say and shake her head. “You got some fuckin nerve.”

“What you talkin bout, baby?” I say. “You know you aint wanna shoot me now, do you?”

“Oh, I wanna shoot you. There aint no question bout that,” she say. “I wanna shoot you and let somebody else clean up the blood.”

“Give me the gun, Reynisha,” I says and I take a step her way.

“One mo’ step and it will be yo’ last,” she say.

“What you want?” I ax.

“I wanna shoot you, stupid,” she say.

“You want money?” I ax.

“You know you aint got no money,” she say.

“Who that?” I say, lookin at the street. When she look, I takes the pistol from her. “Woooo. I’m glad I a smart muthafucka. So, you was gonna shoot my ass?”

“Damn straight,” she say, mad even though I got the gun.

“You lucky you my baby’s mama,” I say. “If you wasn’t I be puttin a bullet right tween yo’ eyes.” I put the barrel of the pistol on her forehead.

“You aint got the balls,” she say.

I dont pay her no attention. I pull the gun back and look at it. “I been wantin and needin me one of these.”

“Gimme my gun back,” she say.

“Fuck you,” I say.

“You a big man, right?” she say.

I feels the weight of the pistol in my hand. “I is now,” I say. “I is now.”