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After the autumn of Madrid in 1939, Celia Gámez, queen of the revue who swayed to the rhythm of “Come here and I will teach you to dance the cachumbambé,” sang that fascist chotis: “Of sickles and hammers, and soviet / It was in that Madrid with raised fists, where they shouted / They will not pass! / The Marxists said / We have already passed! Gámez responded to the slogan of a resistant Madrid with a cocky and victorious grimace. We remember.

Today on a wall of the Serpis river bed in Gandía, we read “They will not pass”; to the aspect, the drawing of a telescopic sight; a little bit additional on, “Moors out.” The hieroglyph has a easy decision and its interpretation reaches on to the intestine that breaks in my coronary heart: an anti-fascist motto is emptied of content material, it’s indifferent from its historic motive, to signify simply the other of what it meant; The values ​​and phrases of a Spain that wished to be extra truthful, egalitarian and democratic are confused with the xenophobic message in a actuality the place the weak repel the weakest.

They tune our language, forgetting historical past and legitimizing the rules of those that crush us. I do not know if the authors – maybe additionally the authors – of the graffiti are ignorant and haven’t studied the historical past of Spain of their educational curricula, or they’re so evil that they flip the which means of issues round to cowl up each lie and perpetuate the powers at all times by way of a masks of rise up that, by the best way, was additionally helpful to the rebellious forces in ’36.

Meanwhile, not even to keep up manners, Ayuso and Feijóo don’t supply their condolences to the household of Marisa Paredes and the best makes use of the soiled cultural struggle of beef steaks, drink no matter comes out of your gonads even in the event you drive, the horror of cancellation – particularly if these canceled are educated white males with a advantageous humorousness and honor -, the false complaints of resentful ladies, the abomination of the papal State, the payoffs and the Spain breaks down whereas negotiating with Junts to guard what actually issues: the financial pursuits of the power corporations, that are neither yours nor mine, however these of those that have at all times had the higher hand. For the PP, this alliance isn’t a betrayal, and the sky is not falling over our heads on account of the truth that Puigdemont is a fugitive and a prison and doesn’t converse Spanish, Spanish, Spanish.

Celia Gámez’s cocky refrain jogs my memory that they by no means left or that they’ve already move it like a serene drop, from above and under. We have lots to do and, though it could appear paradoxical – the combat towards rancidity isn’t incompatible with the criticism of what dehumanizes us: there are completely different types of rancidity and dangerous style – I don’t want you any Merry Christmas wrapped in creepy reindeer sweaters with the bemba will shadehowever somewhat, from the democratic reminiscence, the style for celebrations and the complicated tangle between what’s standard and what’s patriotic, I share with you bells from Bethlehem, shits of luck and nougat from Jijona. From a pink agnostic Spanishness, distrustful of globalization, cultural gentrification and technological papanatism—the digital transition goes alone—I ask by 2025 that the cheesecakes develop into cheesecakes once more and workaholics alienated individuals I additionally at all times ask for peace and respect for Palestine, and an ecological, academic and memorial ministry, aimed toward criticizing technocapitalism and defending analogous species in peril of extinction.