Depuis environ 30 minutes, je lis forums et blogues, au sujet de l'affaire Louis Lacroix qui est allé dire en ondes que la mort de la chanteuse Lhasa De Sela était overhyped. Why talk so much of a singer that he and his friends do not even know, "he wondered. In the forums, Facebook, blogs, tempers flare. Me, this debate saddens me. In fact, it brings me back to my high school years, when I was not popular at all. At the time, it was said of a loved one was known. Me, I was not known. I read in my corner and spent my afternoons in the library often. I was quiet, in my case, I not moving air. Following the logic of Mr. Lacroix, if I died at that time my death would be less deserved to be mentioned that the death of the most popular girl in school, the best known. If we had spoken to me in the school newspaper, I would have been overhyped. The Winner Takes It All, ABBA sings ...
The media used to talk about the world in which everyone speaks. That is understood. Céline not pregnant, the boyfriend of Annie Villeneuve exchanged news about the lives of famous people will still sell copies.
The 1st of January, there is a girl called Karin or Lhasa and not Melanie and leaving the world in 37 years. Discrete, it had not announced au monde entier qu'elle était malade. Si elle avait fait la couverture de La Semaine et du 7 Jours avec sa maladie, peut-être que Louis Lacroix et ses complices l'auraient connue. Non, elle a préféré vivre son mal et sa mort entourée des siens. Je ne connais pas assez Lhasa pour en parler en profondeur, mais je sais que son timbre de voix m'a touchée, quelques fois. Assez pour que je me sente blessée lorsque Louis Lacroix a parlé d'elle avec une touche de mépris dans la voix. Je voulais lui dire: Je la connais, moi et je la trouve bonne. Je voulais aussi lui dire que j'ai aimé les hommages qui ont été écrits à son sujet dans La Presse, surtout celui de Marc Cassivi. Je trouvais que ça faisait well as text. I thought that the friends of the singer must have felt comforted by the beautiful pen sensitive reporter who had found the perfect tone, or pompous or tearful. I wanted to tell him, Louis Lacroix, stop laughing. You do not know, but his death is no less sad for all. I think not being alone in myself and felt.
Louis Lacroix apologized publicly. To me, it does not redeem his fault, saying he is sorry for not having known how Lhasa was known and loved. It does not matter that he did not know that Lhasa had many fans. Everybody makes errors of fact. What is worse is the contempt he showed against the people who have been affected by his death. What is serious is his assembly of songs from Lhasa in which his co-host must come out to laugh off the air. This is a blatant disrespect towards the public spot certainly fans of the singer, to the bereaved family, to the artists who are not in the mainstream.
The Globe and The Guardian, full pages are devoted to large missing. They are not celebrities, just people who have left their energy and their light the world in which we live. I love to read these portraits. I said to this time that I should discover the work of such architect or inspire me the courage displayed by this social worker who worked in northern Canada. These people had not known, yet they continue to inspire me, even if their time on earth is finished. I had not listened to Lhasa for a while. I feel that I will soon be ironed The Living Road. I wish Louis Lacroix to do the same, when it has finished trying to stop feeling guilty.
