Here at Libération, we have blood in the hall. A war zone in the middle of Paris, right by the Place de la Republique. In 2013.
A young photographer’s assistant, 23 years old, happened to be standing at the entrance of our daily newspaper Monday morning, when a man armed with a shotgun came through the sliding door, straight off a pleasant street in the Marais.
At Libération, we have always believed that journalism does not really go with high security, fences and private guards. Occasionally, we have had to be cautious: it was no joke when we published the work of the novelist Salman Rushdie, who was then still living underground — sentenced to death by an Iranian fatwa.… Seguir leyendo »