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Pierre Bourgault

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Not a single one, not a single one among us, in 200 years, has won a battle... and this is what it is to be colonized! When we have but martyrs! How can we have aspirations!? How can we have the will to fight!?
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Rassemblement pour l'indépendance nationale speech.

 
Pierre Bourgault

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