Senegal has lived a day of sadness, a day that has killed the souls of freedom fighters. Beyond the borders that have divided a continent to weaken and enslave it, Africa, a man who has devoted his entire life to the struggle for freedom, democracy, equality of rights and sovereignty. Maitre Khoureysi Ba is gone. Discretion.. He is an eminent lawyer, one of the most talented, and has revealed his acérée pen in the journal. The Senegalese people had just discovered its militant engagement for the defense of the great number, in a context of violent repression of the Senegalese bourgeoisie allied to French imperialism. This journal revealed a great fighter for liberties and against neo-colonialism, but also an intellectual with encyclopedic knowledge who gave without asking or receiving anything in return, if not the hard condition of the left for account. His editorials, notably in the journal Le > were formidable weapons that earned him a stay in a prison environment that ended up forcing the soldier into a resilience in the struggle for human rights. Its first victory was that of democracy, with the emergence of a multiparty system limited to four political currents: communism, socialism, liberalism and the conservative current. The satisfaction he derived was immense and worth all his honors and privileges. It was delicious. L’homme se distinguait par sa modestie, la force de ses idées, le courage de son engagement, sa tres vaste culture à une époque où mille intellectuels rivalisaient et s’affrontaient, avec l’élégance du savoir et la force de la persuasion. L’homme was distinguished by his modesty, the strength of his ideas, the courage of his engagement, his tres vaste culture à une époque where a thousand intellectuals rivalised and confronted each other, with the elegance of knowledge and the force of persuasion. He thus forged the costume of a militant perpetually on crusade against arbitrariness and for the respect of human dignity. An indefatigable soldier who never sleeps on the laurels of the conquests of the haute lutte, he had once again inscribed his name on the page of history of the first political alternation. He was confronted by assassins with uncovered faces, breathing the poison of tear gas thrown on his client’s convoys, then martyred and branded as a pariah of the Republic. This was, alas, his last fight.
Rest in peace, Maître! (Par Maitres Ciré and Clédor Ly)
