Deep Songs An old French stand up, on racism.
Hey! I'm not a fool, I'm a customs officer...
I don't like foreigners, they come to eat the bread of the French ... ouais!
It's curious: as a profession, I'm a customs officer, but I don't like foreigners...
When I see a stranger, if he is eating some bread, I say to him: "this is MY bread!" Since I'm French, and then he eats the bread of the French so it's MY bread to me...
I don't like foreigners because I'm French, and I'm proud to be French.
My name is Koularkientensky on my mother's side and Piazzano-Venditti on the side of a friend of my father. That should tell you how French I am!
I don't like foreigners... In the village where I live, we have a foreigner, so when we see him pass, we say: "Here, look at that: it's the foreigner". We point at him, like an object... We have no respect. When we have respect for a human being, we do not say "that" about him. One would say: "Look at this monsieur" ... But he's a foreigner, he comes to eat the bread of the French.
When his wife passes by, her head bowed, with her little children who bow their heads too; we say: "Look at that, it's the foreigners: they come to eat the bread of the French."
The other Sunday, in my village, it was at the ten o'clock mass - I was at the cafe opposite the church, to receive communion. There was the stranger who wanted to talk to me. I had so much to do, too much to do to talk with a stranger! I had my work to think of... I am a customs officer. I am not a fool.
Finally, from the height of my greatness, being a civil servant, I deigned to listen to him, this imbecile (he is a foreigner, of course).
He said to me, uh: "Don't you think that in our time [1972], it's a little ridiculous to call some people strangers, since we are all equal? This is what I had in mind, what I wanted to tell you, Officer, you who are a civil servant and very important, you who have the shield of the law... We are all equal. We can prove it to you: when a surgeon operates on a human heart, whether in Cape Town, Geneva, Washington, Moscow, Beijing, he does it the same way: we are all equal."
The idiot! Come and disturb me to say such nonsense !!! He continued... These foreigners are so stupid, they come to eat the bread of the French.
He said to me ... uh ...: "Do you know a race where a mother loves her child more or less than in another race?"
There, I did not understand what he meant... I concluded that he was a fool. Indeed, when someone expresses himself and we do not understand what he is saying, that is because he is stupid!
And I can't be stupid, I'm a customs officer... "Go away, stranger!" I told him.
He replied: “I'm fed up with you, your bread and your France. I am leaving." He took his wife, his suitcase, his children, they got on a boat, they sailed far away beyond the seas...
And, since that day, in our village, we don't have bread anymore.
He was our baker !!!