It would have been necessary to fable “, a story” fantastic » placed on the stand by a woman with a childish smile so that the accused can recover, as if by miracle, the use of speech. Peter Cherif had until now refused to respond to all members of the editorial staff of charlie hebdo survivors of the attack of January 7, 2015 who came to testify, one after another, on Friday, September 27 and Monday, September 30, before the Special Criminal Court of Paris.
To the other victims, the police, the children or the wives of the disappeared, this man who weighs every word and every silence had invariably responded: “I hear your pain, you have all my compassion. » But to those who held the pen or pencil, to those who drew, nothing. Not a word.
Peter Cherif lived his trial as a silent and threatening shadow. If he had ended up stating, after nine days of hearing, that he had not played any ” role “ In the attack, he always refused to explain his activities within Al Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula (AQAP) in Yemen, which sponsored the attack, and his relations with his friend Chérif Kouachi, who carried it out. Not a word about the context of this massacre, the meaning it may have had for the terrorist organization he served. And little by little, an anguishing gap had been established between the accused and the facts with which he was accused.
“I’m Charlie, come quickly, they’re all dead!” »
Then it was the turn, on Monday, September 30, of Sigolène Vinson, the last victim of the attack in charlie hebdo to come and testify. “Today what I am going to tell you will seem like a fable that goes beyond the ordinary… I have always had the impression of an incursion of the fantastic into reality. It seems that reality hits…”He began, looking at the garden with his big, tender eyes.
Once upon a time… there was a survivor of charlie hebdo. Like all stories, this one is strange and terrifying. On January 7, 2015, Sigolène Vinson participated, like every Wednesday, in the editorial conference. “I was between Laurent Léger and Wolinskishe remembersI turned my back on the door through which Chérif Kouachi entered…” Chérif Kouachi and his brother Saïd burst in with jokes, laughter and the eternal drawings scribbled by Charb on the railway. They took down, little by little, eight members of the editorial team.
The young woman, who was a legal reporter, managed to crawl to take refuge from the gunshots behind a small wall. With his Kalashnikov in hand and his face hidden under a hood, Chérif Kouachi approached him: “He told me not to be afraid, that he wouldn’t kill me, but that what I was doing was wrong… I didn’t understand what he was saying: he wrote novels, he had been a lawyer… And he told me that I had to read the Koran… ”
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