What Jimmy Chérizier, known as « Barbecue », did to my house before inviting me back!

To my neighbors Francillon, Dakkareth, Jimmy Albert, Gauthier, and the others! Here's what you did to my house before inviting me back. Nothing survived: neither the toilets, nor the wrought iron, nor the years of effort that had been etched into the walls. Everything was taken, scattered, annihilated. I didn't think I would be so affected. But I admit: I am shocked. I'm trying to cope nonetheless. Amidst the rubble, only an angry graffiti remains: « Roi Barbecue ». Thus, the consecration of your reign is written in letters of ash, on the dust of broken lives. Well, long live the King and thank you for the peace, if indeed it is peace we are talking about. I also saw what you did to Saint-Yves, the Dadadou Center, and other places that held our collective memories. I understand one thing: social hatred is an implacable force, even more destructive than the violence of weapons. It leaves behind only bewilderment and bitterness. And yet, you and I are alike. We grew up on the same land, lived on the same streets, shared the same sky. You were born of the same people, shaped by the same wounds. Perhaps that is what shocks me the most: that the hand that struck is so close to mine. May peace, despite everything, be with you… if possible …… . ! Yves Lafortune
Florida, August 27, 2025