Reacceleration of chopped and screwed tracks to their "normal" speed. The slight shudder beats become hiccups. There is little difference except we know what it has been through and that can't be forgotten. A hangover made to sprint.
To cut through this absurd confusion of values, we can observe that Griffith’s Birth of a Nation is one of the most important films in the history of the cinema because of its wealth of innovations. On the other hand, it is a racist film and therefore absolutely does not merit being shown in its present form. But its total prohibition could be seen as regrettable from the point of view of the secondary, but potentially worthier, domain of the cinema. It would be better to detourn it as a whole, without necessarily even altering the montage, by adding a soundtrack that made a powerful denunciation of the horrors of imperialist war and of the activities of the Ku Klux Klan, which are continuing in the United States even now.
(Debord and Wolman)
Very well then. Time to answer a call. For a start, a one minute section of the film stretched out to ten minutes.
Chopped and screwed down to the lowest of all stuttering bass. The codeine dirge of an black American communist singing out the words
("Dat's de ol' man that I'd like to be...", "you gets a little drunk / and you lands in jail," "Ah'm tired of livin' / An skeered of dyin'")
that, in two years, will be abandoned for a version of resistance
("That's the ol' man I don't like to be", "You show a little grit / And you lands in jail...", "I must keep fightin'; / Until I'm dyin'")
that refuses the lost hours of the drunk, the jailed, the tired, and the scared.