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You're going to beatbox with me, good.

Letter "P".

OK?

OK, louder.

Go, Etienne!

Focus, Etienne.

Make some noise for yourselves, please. Not bad!

THE TRADE UNION CENTER IS CLOSED SEE THE 4TH FLOOR FOR OPENING HOURS

OK.

Let's start. You're holding a ball.

One, two, one, two...

Hands on your hips.

Both hands above each foot.

Up, down, up, down... Go ahead.

Never look down, always straight ahead.

Like this.

Never look down at your feet.

Always ahead, as if you were facing an opponent.

So, for the next 3 minutes,

I just want you to do this exercise.

Feet wide apart,

like this.

Hands protecting your liver

and protecting your face.

On your toes, arms up,

and feet apart, like this.

Wider!

On your toes.

I want legs wide apart.

Come on, you've got the whole room.

Come on, spread out.

Two steps to one side and to the other side.

You're not horses!

Always hold your left guard.

One, two, diagonal....

Right.

Left. Left then right.

Left, right. Move your foot over.

Yeah... No!

Feel your body!

Look. All your weight is on this leg.

Shift your leg, stay on your toes.

Look, bro.

One, two...

three.

No!

Left...

right...

shift...

and right.

OK, again.

Left, right, shift, right.

Again.

Left, right, shift, right.

Left, right, shift, right.

Again.

Left, right, shift, right.

You're starting to get it. Again.

Do it with me.

Two... Stop.

OK. Do it well.

One, two, hop, hop.

Look closely: left, left, right.

Don't just stand there!

Move on directly to a combo.

In boxing, a combo isn't over after you've thrown a punch,

but when you've moved your legs.

More aggressive.

There, and... bam!

Try to aim up here.

Look, here and then here.

The idea is to use your legs and to stay low.

For the last one, crouch and... bam!

Yes! That was good!

A pause, crouch...

Yeah!

That pause is important.

Damn!

That's it, when I pause, I'm like...

Yeah, it's a party, I wasn't even touching it!

JOIN THE CGT, GENERAL CONFEDERATION OF LABOR

RETIREMENT AT 60

CGT YOUTH COLLECTIVE MARSEILLE LABORERS

LOCAL UNION FOR THE SOUTH

- Ready? - Yeah.

Rolling.

OK.

So...

Tell me when the frame's ready, Anto.

- Hold on. - OK.

Can you tell me how it all started?

Now it's become something else, but what was it like back then?

It was a mess!

It was total mess at first.

At first... I wasn't there yet,

but I know it was the desire of two guys,

along with Diego, so Diego and two other boxers,

to create a different collective, a proletarian one,

which gave more access to everyone, really everyone.

I emphasize that because it was the goal,

even undocumented migrants, even women, even... everyone.

We were training at Frais Vallon,

but we had a very small space, you know?

There was already a club there, the Challenge Boxing Club,

which is Louis Lavaly's club.

We were over there, but people didn't pay attention to us.

They left us in the corner of the room.

And we were boxing over there.

The only thing we really did in the name of the collective

was Saturday morning classes at the Catalans.

And that was cool.

We had lessons on the beach.

And since we were there regularly, people who saw us ended up joining.

And Jules and Martin were there,

and managed to negotiate a slot in this building for us.

It was the first time we had a slot in a room that was ours.

We could do what we wanted.

And that's why this building, for me,

represented the first steps of freedom, you know?

We answered to no one, we did as we liked.

The Trade Union Center is symbolic

because it was where the laborers, the unemployed,

the poor, and blue-collar workers

got together to get educated, communicate, and rally.

They did everything there. There were even libraries, which is...

Sports halls, art rooms, everything went on there.

They went there to do activities, like a community center,

but for us, so it was great.

But now it's over,

and we want to bring it back up to date. So we're in the process.

The bike guy's really into it,

so if it works out we'll do stuff like that.

We'll try to open it to... Since we've got every Friday for us,

we'll try to hold conferences and stuff like that,

to bring in projects and people.

PROTEST FOR SOCIAL PROGRESS

FIGHTING PAYS OFF, JOIN THE CGT

COME ONE, COME ALL TO THE BIG BOXING EXHIBITION

IN SUPPORT OF THE DECEMBER 5 STRIKE

I don't have a mouth guard.

Me neither, I'll be careful.

- You'll be gentle with me? - Yes.

Let's go.

I'm joking!

It's strange.

- Are we ready? - No, I'm not ready!

- Don't worry. - Yeah, it's hard.

She's strong, though.

- Hold your stance. - You've got this.

You've got to believe. Believe and it'll land.

You'll land a hit if you believe.

If you look at your opponent and say "my hook will land", I swear it will.

I promise you, I often... I swear.

Sounds like a life philosophy.

My coach used to say: "You don't believe in your punches".

Good job!

Yes!

Again! Not just one punch, several punches!

There you go!

Always at least two punches.

- Sorry. - Don't say sorry. Come on.

No saying sorry in boxing!

On the contrary.

Now the right.

Oh, sorry.

Don't say sorry, or I'll hit you!

- Time's running out! - Come on!

Yeah, box!

In Nice, when I was a student,

I was in a relationship with a girl.

We'd get hit on but most of all, harassed very, very, very regularly.

It was really unbearable.

"What do you want?" "Aren't you missing something?"

I mean, it was non-stop.

So one night we decided to go to a gay club,

to have some peace and enjoy our love a bit,

without those annoying guys.

But on the way home from the gay club,

we got into an argument.

There were three of us: her, me, and her best friend.

And we got into a dumb drunken argument.

And this guy shows up.

I was on the opposite sidewalk.

He approached her and put his arm around her shoulder.

I saw she was swaying, so I came up from behind and started...

Not full out, because I trusted my girlfriend,

I wasn't going to make a scene from the start,

but I sensed something coming on.

So I moved in closer.

She was struggling, literally pushing him,

but he was like this, so...

Right up until the moment he took her by the hips.

That's when I lost it.

I said, "Let go of my girlfriend," or something like that.

And then...

Plus, I really didn't expect it. I wasn't ready,

I mean, I just wasn't ready.

He stepped back towards me,

took me forcefully by the shoulder too, and said:

"Don't worry, I'll fuck you both!"

And then... he'd said the wrong thing.

In my mind, I didn't see red, but a color I don't know,

I was so angry.

I pushed him, mechanically, I pushed him really hard.

I wasn't expecting that either,

but the guy pushed me back really hard

and I almost fell over, so I jumped on him and we fought.

And as I was fighting,

I realized that it wasn't possible, that I didn't know how.

I realized I'd never been taught how to punch at all.

In fact, I didn't know how to fight.

So I was just scratching him.

I still managed to knock him down, because I'm insane.

I did whatever I could to knock him down,

but I succeeded.

We were rolling around on the ground, it wasn't glorious.

I didn't know how to fight.

It went on all night until we came across a cop,

who said: "Call my colleagues."

So my girlfriend, who was scared, called the cops to protect herself.

And that was a very difficult moment,

because having to call someone else to defend you is painful,

especially when it's the police

and especially when they say: "Yeah, but look how you're dressed."

That's what they told her. So it was our own fault...

And from that day on...

Even she was really affected, it took us a long time to get over it,

because he humiliated us, proving we were weaker than him,

we couldn't fight, we ran slower, we could do nothing, you know?

From then on, I was obsessed with learning how to fight.

2015, I think.

Exactly. I remember the year and everything.

He killed me!

I dream of running into him today, for the record.

Really.

Go get him, Malik!

Overtake him!

Move it!

That was Saint-Etienne versus Lyon, big derby!

Big, big derby!

You could say the miners took their revenge on the bourgeois.

In the red corner,

the president of the CBM,

Maho, whom you probably know!

We're back in the game!

Are you having a good time?

Yeah?

Go, Maho!

We're listening to Casey to accompany our starter.

Free the beast!

Free the beast!

...Cartels, nursery schools

What's the news What are the rituals

Where does she go Where does she live

Her usual comings and goings

These questions are vital Essential, capital

Her natural habitat Her reflexes are mental

Her thinking is bestial Her anger official

You'll recognize her special coat Free the beast!

And box!

Go, Maho!

When boxing, I feel safe in the ring.

I feel super safe,

no matter what happens, if you get hurt, if it's hard.

First, you decided to be there, you made the choice to come.

Yes, it's violent to hit people,

but you hit them, they hit you, it's an exchange, you know?

It's not supposed to be a one-way fight.

You'll always get something back for what you do.

On the other hand, that's not the case

in the society we live in, you see?

The systemic racism knocks you down and is only violent in one direction.

It's very hard to fight back, even just one punch.

It just crushes you, crushes you.

When I punch someone in the ring or hit the bag,

I'm hitting the heads of those people that drive me crazy.

I don't know, it's not great to say that,

but the truth is,

we all have an edgy, pissed off side to us, you know?

I think if I didn't have boxing, if I didn't have this outlet,

I'd be a lot more agitated in everyday life.

I'd be a lot less able to let things go.

Whether it's my banker driving me crazy,

or my landlord driving me crazy, or...

people when I'm looking for work, you know what I mean?

If I didn't have boxing, I'd have a lot more trouble accepting.

It's an outlet, it's a release.

That's what I was looking for.

Left, right.

Again.

Four.

Four.

Six.

Eight.

10.

Good.

Yeah.

I can feel it in my posture.

I'm no longer with my head down, looking at the ground.

If you look at me funny, I'll look you squarely in the eyes

the whole ride, and you won't respond.

And I think that's the main change I discovered with boxing.

The confidence I have in the street, in relation to others,

and this feeling of... "fuck you".

It's crazy, it's so strong people don't even say it to me anymore.

I thought I'd be able to answer back, but I don't get attacked anymore.

I'm going through a difficult moment because thanks to boxing,

I've clearly become the man I wanted to be.

In developing muscles, I'm more and more masculine every day.

It's only getting better.

Plus, I feel more and more handsome, and so do others, it's great.

I feel like a man, I tell people more and more, it's great.

But the problem is, I'm trying to compete at a high level,

and in high-level competitions,

there's no trans' category, just men's or women's.

So I'm forced to stay in the women's category.

So I'm stuck between boxing and my transition.

Go!

Go!

Now the same thing, but on the other side.

FIGHT FOR THE ADOMA ZOCCOLA

Yo! Thank you all for coming to this great concert-match!

An incredible concert, Marseille baby.

Get something at the refreshment bar.

We need to blow some dough for the fam,

thank you, in support of the Adoma housing center.

I'd like to introduce you to the amazing artist Tressym',

followed by one last great fight with the boy!

I want your applause and some moolah!

Bang!

In the blue corner,

the worthy representative of the whole island of Cuba,

he's got Fidel Castro in him, he's got Che Guevara in him!

And opposite him is Youness

in the red corner.

And we're off! Let's box!

Tighter hooks!

Attack him! Attack!

Don't go back, go forward!

Forward!

Dance, Marvin!

THE FIGHT IS THE END

Hold your knees steady.

And try to move.

You can even sing a song in your head

and dance to it.

The Boxing Exhibition on June 26, 2021

was in support of the residents of the Adoma Zoccola Housing Center,

threatened with eviction without rehousing.

The Chômeurs et Précaires de la CGT 13, co-organizer of the event,

accompanied them in their fight for months.

After the trade union center,

the Boxe Massilia collective opened a venue in Marseille's Panier district

continuing to practice proletarian boxing in squares, beaches and parks.

It's the French club with the most competitors in the women's category.

So we're going to try to move,

look straight ahead,

go forwards, backwards.

Go ahead!

Squeeze those muscles!

Yes. They're push-ups.

OK, 5 more seconds and then squats.

All right, squats!

30 seconds and then three sprints.

Squats and then sprint to the other side with our fists up.

We're going to sprint fast, fast, fast.

Sprint hard.

OK, in 5 seconds we're going to sprint!

And... box!

to all fighters

Subtitles: Alexandra Joslyn

Subtitling TITRAFILM