Maitres Fous
A film by Jean Rouch
Titles:
The Producer, in presenting these documents to the public without
concession or dissimulation alerts you to the violence and cruelty
of some scenes but wants to allow you to fully participate in a
ritual that is a specific solution to the problem of adaptation and
that shows indirectly how some Africans view our Western
civilization.
This film won first place among ethnographic, geographic,
touristic and folklore films at the International Film Festival in
Venice in 1957
Pierre Braunberger presents a Pleiades films production, The
Crazy Masters. A film by Jean Rouch, Sound recorded by
Damoure Zika, Ibrahima Dia, Edited by Suzanne Baron, Sound Engineer
Andre Cotin, Filmed during an expedition by the National
Scientific Research Center and the French Institute for Black
Africa.
Coming from rural areas to the cities of Black Africa, young men
hurl themselves against mechanical civilization. Thus conflicts are
born, as well as new religions. Thus, the Haouka sect was formed
around 1927. This film shows an episode in the lives of Haouka sect
members in the city of Accra, Ghana. It was made at the request of
priests, proud of their art, Mountyeba and Moukayla. No scene is
forbidden or secret but open to those who truly want to play the
game. And this violent game is only the reflection of our
civilization.
Video Footage Begins:
Naration: Accra, capital of the Gold Coast, is a true Black Babylon.
Here, you’ll meet men from all parts of West Africa Nigeria, Upper
Volta, Niger, Sudan. They have come to live the great adventure of
African cities. Here, traffic never stops. Noise never stops.
The most interesting group in Accra may be the Zabrama
community. They are Songrai and Germa from the north. From Gao, and
from Naimmy. They work as stevedores in the port. Sumuguru,
smugglers; car-ya car-ya, carriers, Ras boys, manufacturers of
tropical loam. Hygiene boys, mosquito killers. Cattle boys, cattle
traders in the great markets of Accra and Kumasi. Bottle boys, empty
bottle sellers. Tin boys who sell empty petrol drums. Timber boys
selling timber, Gutter boys who tend the gutters of the city. Gold
mine boys who work underground.
And, by day and by night, in the bars, “Weekend in
California,” “Weekend in Havana,” you can hear the calypso from the
West Indies. Every Saturday and Sunday, there are processions in the
streets. These are Yorubas, celebrating a wedding. These are Hausa
prostitutes protesting against lower wages. These are Daughters of
Jesus, singing their faith in the streets.
5.00
All this noise, all these brass bands forces the men
who have come from the north, from silent savanna, to seek some
peace in the suburbs of the city. And there, every Sunday night,
they go to ceremonies not yet known to us. They call the new gods,
the gods of the city, the gods of technology, the gods of power, the
Haouka. The meeting place of the Haouka in Accra is in the salt
market. There, members of the sect meet every evening after work.
They gather round Moukayla kiri, Moukayla of the salt. They pretend
to read a paper, like Gerba, with his checkered shirt. And those who
have not been possessed for some time sleep on the cots, indifferent
even to the tunes played to the Haouka.
One Sunday Morning, in many wagons, trucks which pick
up passengers, private cars or taxis, all the members of the sect
leave the city. They drive off the main road on to one which is,
perhaps, the first tarmac road in West Africa and is today overrun
by grass. Then they walk for an hour to get to Mountyeba’s compound.
Mountyeba, a man from Niger, a cocoa farmer, and the high priest of
all the Haouka. Colored rags flutter in the sky. They are the Union
Jacks. Just below is a statue of the governor with his moustache,
his sword, his guns, and his horses.
The first part of the ceremony is the nomination of a
new member. This man has been sick for a month. For one month, he
has one fit after another. He sleeps in the cemetery and digs up the
corpses. Everybody knows that this man is possessed by a Haouka and
Moukyla kiri, wearing his felt hat watches ???. He’s not yet
entitled to wear a pith helmet. In two or perhaps three months, he
will be initiated, when he asks to be. But for the time being, he
has simply been nominated. He takes out two wooden guns which he
strikes together to imitate the noise of gunshot. He threatens the
elders.
The nomination is over. Mountyeba has hoisted another
Union Jack. The second part of the ceremony is the public
confession. Around the concrete alter, the guilty Houka must confess
their wrongdoings. One says “I’ve had intercourse with the
girlfriend of one of my friends and for two months have been
impotent.” Another says “I never wash. I’m dirty. I’m not elegant.”
And another says “I don’t care about the Haouka. Sometimes I even
say they don’t exist.” One member has given a ram and a chicken.
When the whistle blows, the Haoukas form two lines. The penitents on
one side and the others facing them. One of Mountyeba’s assistants,
holding the sacrificial chicken, swings his arms to and fro, to tell
the gods, “We give you this chicken, neither in front nor in back.”
The blood is poured on the concrete alter and on the termite hill
previously painted black and white, and representing the governor’s
palace.
10:00
The penitents come before the blood-drenched alter to
take a brief oath. They swear not to do it again. “If we do it
again, we ask our Haouka to punish us by death.” Then the penitents
are sent outside the compound. They will have to be possessed before
they are allowed back into the holy circle. In the spirit of
purification, Mountyeba makes a libation of gin. He pours it over
the olive(?) trees, the poles which hold the Union Jacks, and the
governor’s palace. On the governor’s palace, a telegram, a movie
poster for The Sign of Zoro. Below (?) is the secretary general
where Mountyeba keeps the sacrificial eggs. A sentry is mounting
guard and Mountyeba breaks the eggs over the steps and balconies of
the governor’s palace. It is ten in the morning. It rains. A one
string fiddle is playing the Haouka tunes. Men are waiting. And
Mountyeba has gone to sleep, resting his head on the governor’s
palace. They are waiting for a dog. Why a dog? Because it is a
strict taboo. And if the Haouka slaughter and eat a dog, they will
prove that they are stronger than the other men, whether black or
white.
The guns, the red sashes are gathered around the altar.
Then starts the dancing. Mountyeba is the first to dance. For all
the Haouka must be possessed. The sentries surround the dancers.
They carry the guns and the whips made out of pandanus. Gerba, one
of the penitents, wants to join the dancers but he is not allowed to
since he is not yet possessed. Mountyeba chases him off into the
bush. The Important Man is also run out and sentries are placed all
around the compound striking their wooden rifles together and
stopping the penitents. All the sentries watch over those who are
going to be possessed, aiming their rifles at them in standing or
prone position. And the trance starts, slowly in the left foot then
in the right foot. It travels upward to the hands, arms, shoulders,
up to the head. And the first man possessed gets up. He is Caporal
Garbi, the corporal of the guard. He salutes everyone. Then he asks
for fire; fire to burn himself with to prove that he is no longer a
man but a Haouka.
15:00
When saluted, one of the other men shouts. It is Gerba,
one of the other penitents who was in the bush. Gerba is possessed
by the Haouka known as Sam Kaki, the train engineer. The engineer
[hooks up his shorts?] and gathers all of the rifles to carry them
to the altar. The Corporal of the Guard is now wearing his red
sashes. And the third Haouka rises. He is Captain Maynga, the
Captain of the Red Sea who does a slow march; the parade march of
the British Army. And here is a fourth man seized. He is Madam
Loctoro, acting coy, the doctor’s wife dresses in a woman’s dress.
The corporal of the guard goes on saluting everyone. And the
engineer shuttles back and forth between the governor’s palace and
the alter. This one is Lieutenant Maynga, the Lieutenant of the Red
Sea. Breathing becomes heavy. Eyes turn white. Next the Governor is
reaching a climax. The Lieutenant calls for help and the Corporal of
the Guard comes to the assistance of the Governor. The Governor is
standing. He speaks French and insults everyone. He calls his
Lieutenant and his Lieutenant makes a sign that means I hear you but
I’m not here yet. And the Lieutenant stands to salute the Governor.
The woman has fallen on the ground. She is Magazia, the queen of the
Accra prostitutes. She is possessed by a she-demon, Madam Sandma.
Madam Sandma was the wife of one of the first French officers to
come to Niger at the end of the last century, Captain Sandma. Madam
Sandma is now wearing a pith helmet and a dress. She inspects the
new statue of the Governor and the Lieutenant breaks an egg on the
Governor’s head. Why an egg? To imitate the plume worn by British
governors on their helmet. Here is the real governor at the trooping
of the colors at the opening of the assembly in Accra. 18:31. Guns
salute and amid the crowd, there are Haouka dancers looking for
their model. And if the order is different here from there, the
protocol remains the same.
The general staff is gathered together to inspect the
governor’s palace. The corporal of the guard stands at the entrance
and the governor and lieutenant check the fresh coat of paint on the
building. Mountyeba, the main in charge, is worried. If the governor
complains he will be fined, a sheep or even a steer maybe.
This man, dressed in blue, is possessed by The General.
The Governor insults the General and the Lieutenant gets into a rage
and says “I’m going to bring the General back.” The General gets
really furious and says “it’s always the same, no one will listen to
me, the General.” Then the Governor invites him to a roundtable
conference.
20:00
The General calls his orderly. Soldier Tiemoko, nearly
knocks himself out then gets up and comes to pay his respects to his
general. The other men who were in the bush are now possessed and
come out: the Secretary General, Marimota the truck driver, and
Major Mugu, the Wicked Major. The Wicked Major comes to pay his
respects to the General who orders him “Burn yourself as the others
did.” And the Governor adds “show that you are really the Wicked
Major.” The major takes a very small torch and the General insults
him and asks for a larger one. The major takes it and set fire to
his Ryan (?) Shirt. They have to extinguish the Wicked Major.
Then the Governor calls together another roundtable
conference. It is the conference of the dog. All the Haouka are now
gathered and the dog is to be slaughtered and eaten. The Captain
would like to slaughter the dog. But finally Moukayla Kiri, the
quiet priest, cuts the dog’s throat in order to avoid accidents
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And the Governor says “Keep quiet.” And the General
says “Keep quiet.” And hardly has the beast’s throat been cut than
the Haouka move forward to drink the gushing blood or lick it off
the alter stone. Madame Doctor starts cutting up the dog. The
Captain places sentries and calls together another conference. The
point is whether the animal must be eaten raw or cooked. “Nobody
listens to me” says the General. “It’s always the same.” He insults
his soldiers and for another minute to get the meeting going. The
Captain tells the Governor “We must cook this dog so that we can
take pieces to those who could not come.” Marimota the truck driver
suggests that he will transport the dog. And the Governor says
“Haouka look: I shall teach you to carve a dog before you cook it.”
The Wicked Major gives the Governor unwanted advice. Then the Major
says to Moukayla Kiri, the quiet priest, we must bring back bits of
the dog to those who didn’t come, and also some of dog soup.
Meanwhile the Engineer travels back and forth between the
sacrificial alter and the Governor’s Palace.
As soon as the pot is boiling, the Haouka who fear
neither fire nor boiling water dip their hands straight into the
cauldron to fish out pieces of stewed dog. Bits of cooked dog are
wrapped in banana leaves and empty bottles are filled with dog soup.
25:00
It’s getting late. Trucks and taxis have been hired for
the day and if the feast is not over soon, night fares will have to
be paid. So, one by one the Haouka move away. The assistants guide
them to the governor’s palace where the trance is nearly over.
However, Gerba, the Engineer refuses to leave. They have removed his
ceremonial garb but he stays on and calls out to Moukayla Kiri, the
quiet priest, He says “Moukayla, Moukayla, this year’s festival was
a great success indeed. Next year we must have two festivals, and
we, the Haouka will be very pleased.” And thus, from one festival,
another is born. And even the Engineer finally goes away and night
falls on the red rags, soiled cloths, and the governor’s palace.
The day after, we went to see the Haouka in Accra. In
the salt market, the quiet priest still rules and one after another
the Haoukas join him. Here comes Major Mugu, the Wicked Major, who
may be resuming a conversation he started yesterday with Moukayla.
But today, the major no longer is important and his girlfriend is
very happy. And, not far away, another roundtable conference is
being held, but this time the point is not whether to eat a dog raw
or cooked but simply to play cards. Madam Loctoro is to be found in
Punjabi’s shop. Madam Loctoro, the doctor’s wife, is a rather
effeminate boy who uses a lot of hair Vaseline but as a shop clark
is excellent. The corporal of the guard owns three trucks and holds
the gravel monopoly for the Accra public works department. The
Lieutenant is a pickpocket and always has customers under the arcade
of the West African Trading Company. The General, in real life, is
just a private. And by chance, we find the general staff of
yesterday’s ceremony in front of the mental hospital of Accra The
Governor, The Engineer, and the Truck Driver, all three work for the
Accra water works. Those who, like Gerba, were doing penance, have
shaved off their hair and are no longer impure. And, when looking at
these happy faces and being told they are among the best workers of
the Water Works Department; when comparing these smiles with the
contortions of yesterday, one really wonders whether this man of
Africa have found a panacea against mental disorders. One wonders
whether they may have found a way to absorb our inimical society.
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