Je suis blanc et je vous merde

Black, white or mzungu? Who's white, who's not, in these tropics, and why? History is a matter of nuance, they say. Under the dim lights of a Moroni police station, shadows and stories unfold. In a play conceived as a thriller, the masks and identities behind half a century of turbulent history in the Comoros, "one of the best-kept secrets of the French Republic"

"Colonial memory sometimes goes awry. It depends on who's accusing, who's talking about it and to what end", analyzes Soeuf Elbadawi, who chooses to re-interrogate his country's colonial experience. The title is deliberately provocative. But Gaucel, who is picked up in a nightclub, is a white man, accused of being a spy in the pay of France. In a country where intrigue is weaved to the rhythm of rumor, the face-off between the suspect and the inspector becomes more intense as each of the protagonists comes into contact: the broken man with the name of a barefoot, the crooked commissioner, the girl of joy named Disco, the diplomat with an iron fist. Intrigue, corruption, lies and about-faces: the truth will (perhaps) come out in the end...