Chronicle of a Summer (1961)
Marceline Loridan Ivens: Herself
Jean Rouch, Himself : When you leave home in the morning, do you have a plan for the day?
Marceline Loridan Ivens, Herself : Sometimes, when I leave home, I have things to do. But I don't necessarily do them. I never know what I'll do the next day. I live by the principle that tomorrow's another day. For me, adventure is always just around the corner.
Marceline Loridan Ivens, Herself : I'd never marry a black.
Nadine Ballot, Herself : Me neither. Because of the kids.
Jean Rouch, Himself : Why?
Marceline Loridan Ivens, Herself : For me, there's no connection whatsoever. I'm not a racist, I can understand marrying a black; but...
Angelo, Factory Worker : But you don't like Negroes!
Jean Rouch, Himself : You're a racist sexually.
Marceline Loridan Ivens, Herself : I'm not. It's not racism. I can have sex with someone I fancy, not with someone I don't.
Jean Rouch, Himself : So, you don't fancy blacks?
Marceline Loridan Ivens, Herself : I still don't think it's possible. Just because I don't feel like it. But I remember, two years ago, on Bastille Day.
Angelo, Factory Worker : You weakened?
Marceline Loridan Ivens, Herself : I didn't; but, I remember it was the first time at a July 14th ball, that I danced with a black.
Marceline Loridan Ivens, Herself : The Place de la Concorde is empty. Empty as it was 20, 15 years ago. I don't remember. "Pitchipoi." "You'll see we'll go there, we'll work in factories. We'll see each other on Sundays," father said. And you'd tell me, "You're young, you'll come back. I'll never return." And here I am, Place de la Concorde. I came back, you didn't. When I saw you, we'd already been there six months. We fell into each other's arms. Then that bastard SS officer rushed and hit me in front of you. You said, "She's my daughter." He threatened to hit you too. You had an onion in your hand. You put it in mine and I passed out. When I saw you, you asked, "How about Mother and Michel?" You called me your little girl. I was almost happy to be in the camp with you, because I loved you so. Papa. Papa. How I wish I could have you now.
Landry, African Immigrant : Had it been between Congolese and Ivorians, a national of Guinea would not feel involved. But when a white man oppresses the black - all the African states were colonies once - when whites crack down on an African state, we all feel a share in the other's sufferings.
Marceline Loridan Ivens, Herself : I agree. It's not quite the same, but if there is anti-Semitism in any country at all, I feel involved, I can't tolerate it. Whether a German Jew, Polish, Russian or American, it's the same to me.
Jean Rouch, Himself : Landry, have you noticed the number on Marceline's arm?
Landry, African Immigrant : Yes.
Jean Rouch, Himself : What do you think it is?
Landry, African Immigrant : I've no idea.
Jean Rouch, Himself : No idea? How about you, Raymond?
Raymond, African Immigrant : I know that sailors wear tattooed numbers, but she's not sailor. I don't know what it means. A tease?
Landry, African Immigrant : Why a number?
Marceline Loridan Ivens, Herself : A heart would look better.
Raymond, African Immigrant : It's not a phone number, too long.
Marceline Loridan Ivens, Herself : First of all, it's not a V, it's a triangle. Half of the Jewish star. The Jewish symbol is the six-pointed star. On the other hand, it isn't my phone number. I was sent to a concentration camp because I'm a Jew. This is the number I was given in the camp.
Nadine Ballot, Herself : Do you know what a camp is?
Raymond, African Immigrant : Yes. Yes, I've seen a film about them. "Night and Fog."
Marceline Loridan Ivens, Herself : Are you happy?