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I’m posting the bibliography and links of the sources I used in writing this post. I have tried my best to rely on academic sources and texts composed by professors and learned writers, and I have cross-referenced on facts stipulated by less reputable sources. I recommend these links for further reading to anyone interested in the African diaspora in historical France.
By posting these resources, I am not sponsoring everything they say. It’s trusted that you analyze them with a critical eye; I am only responsible for my own words.
Sources are below the cut.
There Are No Slaves in France: The Political Culture of Race and Slavery in the Ancien Régime by Sue Peabody. [Oxford Scholarship] [Google Books]
An excerpt on blacks in France from Africana: The Encyclopedia of the African and African American Experience by Jonathan Edwards and Roanne Edwards. [Oxford Index]
“France, Slavery and Colonization” by Habibou Bangré, published in The Root
“French Slavery” by Douglas Harper
“General Thomas-Alexandre Dumas, father of Alexandre Dumas” by Catherine Delors
“Citizen Jean-Baptiste Belley: from slavery to the Convention Nationale” by Catherine Delors
“Slavery in the French Colonies: Le Code Noir (the Black Code) of 1685” by Kelly Buchanan
“How Do You Say the N-Word in French?” by Jake Lamar, published in The Root
“Slavery and the French Revolution” on historywiz.com
The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris by David McCullough [Google Books]
English Wikipedia articles of note (many of these articles entail references to French language books and/or books that I do not have access to)
-Julien Raimond
-Alexandre Dumas
-Thomas-Alexandre Dumas
-Chevalier de Saint-George
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rrueplumet reblogged barbreyryswellsThe African French diaspora in 19th Century France
Being a member of the Les Mis fandom, I’ve encountered a startling amount of sentiment that there were no people of color in nineteenth century France, that it’s unrealistic to racebend or headcanon characters as people of color and that they can only be written as such in modern alternate universe fic. Don’t get me wrong; I’m all for historical veracity and become slightly miffed at colorblind attempts to integrate people of color without considering the racial implications of their involvement in the narrative, but the idea that they didn’t exist in historical Europe is bullshit. People of color are part of the world and have always been part of it, and attempts to ignore that do not come from historical accuracy, but Eurocentrism, erasure, and a flagrant absenceof research.
So what people of color existed in nineteenth century France then? I’ve researched historical minority communities and am posting about them in parts, one post per community. This post will focus on the African French diaspora. It is part one of a series on ethnic minorities in nineteenth century France. This does notinclude the African American diaspora and African American immigration to France or North African and Moorish communities already settled in France and the French Mediterranean, which will be the subjects of separate posts.
Below the cut are facts relevant to the African French community, which ideally will assist fandom in producing art, fan fiction, and meta incorporative of people of color.
CW for slavery, racial violence, and racial slurs
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sfumatosoups reblogged mikkelsened
This is a useful resource…
i’ll be the most creative murderer the world has ever seen
drool
i want professional grade knives. the weighted ones with the sand in the handles that use physics to counter balance your hand and your movements.
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À la volonté du peuple je fais don de ma volonté
S’il faut mourir pour elle moi je veux être le premier
Le premier nom gravé au marbre du monument d’espoir!
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on an unrelated note, Gavroche is not the only one who uses Javert’s dialogue tune - the policemen who arrest Valjean use it too:
Tell his reverence your story
Let us see if he’s impressed
You were lodging there last night
You were the honest Bishop’s guest.
And then, out of Christian goodness
When he learned about your plight
You maintain he made a present
of this silver -and then the Bishop cuts them off before they can finish it.
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sfumatosoups reblogged begayforthatpoordeadintern
keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
like really, very close
intimately close
so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck
and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation?
turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.
make out with your enemies.
your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out
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JVJ, bondage?
It could be Valjean taking his revenge, an act of spite and anger, but it’s not; instead, Valjean kisses at his wrists where the cuffs chafe, kisses down his prone arms, nestles his mouth against his neck; instead, his hand palms gently down Javert’s belly and cups at his straining cock.
Javert yanks at the handcuffs just to hear them rattle, then regrets it, for Valjean hesitates and something quiet passes over his face—and he pulls again at the cuffs, instinctively, wanting to take Valjean by the face and force him to understand that the past could never mean as much as the way Valjean kisses him.
But Valjean seems to come to this knowledge on his own, or something close to it, and he resumes his slow and patient kisses and takes Javert’s stiff prick in his hand, jerking him off in a steady way that means Javert will wind up struggling to keep his pride long enough to come without having to beg for it.
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Javert x his own name
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“Say it,” he snarls, twisting his hand in Valjean’s hair.
Valjean arches, face flushed—he rocks with each of Javert’s thrusts and scrabbles at the headboard for purchase, but it’s no use. “Javert,” he gasps, and then again, “Javert—”
And that alone would be enough, but he does not stop there, chanting it like a prayer in his broken voice, and Javert comes so hard that for a moment he is not aware of anything but his name.
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