Here's one to hip hop and rage: Get a proper job contract or die fighting.

" 'Things are fucked', think the new world teens, but we have come to realize, as young people, I believe, that hope is not obsolete." - B.

Last week's political events had me and my friend Monkey talk a lot. We were both absolutely disgusted at our government's lack of response in front of nearly three millions people protesting in the streets, not to mention the way the Council of Ministers dismissed this wave of massive popular disagreement by simply deciding not to talk about it during the weekly Ministers meeting.

Monkey and I come from the same musical and political place. We have a relation to politics that is both motivated by social revenge, and an honest desire for a better humanity for all. And these days we ache when hearing the news, and not because we'll be particularly touched by it in any way: as far as I'm concerned, those new reforms won't touch me anytime soon since I want to work abroad and will (err...hopefully) graduate with a diploma that will allow me to bypass those new type of employment contracts.

We ache because we think of the hundred thousands young people who will have to begin apprencticeships at age 14 [!!!] (like Mark said, it sounds like Victorian England), those young students who, freshly employed, will get fired because companies 'have overrated their needs in terms of employment' and don't really need them after 2 or 3 months only.

We ache because it definitely means less security and less safety nets for those who need it most. We ache because if you want to rent a flat in Paris with a CPE while another one will present a proper work contract, then you can bet the flat will go to the latter and not the former, and where's justice on this one? Where's fairness? Why should they get a shitty CPE, and I a proper, secure work contract?

When discussing it last friday we found ourselves in the most gloomy, desperate mood ever, and Monkey remarked that she felt pure, unaltered rage in her bones. So did I.

Switching to music, we talked about hip hop and how it has always been a life support system for us and so many others throughout the years. Because when listenning to the Wu tang Clan, Public Ennemy or whoever else, your spirit is automatically lifted by this fantastic will to fight that emcess seem to share with whoever wants to listen. Hip hop is about not giving up, right? It's about communicating enough rage, hope and anger that listenning to it makes you want to keep on fighting because if you don't, what's left to do?

Nothing.

And for that, Monkey and I silently thanked hip hop last friday. Because it keeps us going.

And that's why Tuesday will find me protesting in the streets again, alongside millions of people. Because I want to believe we still have a voice. And f+ck you if you think this post sounds like a plebian political soap opera (we all know the end, but the fights and revendications still go on fooorrrreeeevvvverrr).