Guillem Clua publishes on Twitter a letter addressed to Inés Arrimadas that goes viral in hours
GAYLES.TV.- The format of Twitter it is not alien to Guillem Cluawas the platform on which he published his fictional story about two soldiers of the World War I based on a tombstone that, in an unusual way, contains two names: Emili and Xaver. He summarizes the wikipedia who is a playwright, scriptwriter, stage director and journalist and from today we will add that he is the author of a devastating text for Ciudadanos and especially for one of its leaders, Inés Arrimadas.
A thread of 23 publications, 23 pearls to unmask policies that, in addition to none, treat us as idiots. And the saying goes that "Who does not want dust that does not go to the era". But Inés is stubborn and her zascas rain like pointy sticks because she is fireproof. Drag a backpack full of arguments across the sets to deny the permanent ridicule of his travels to the era. And that's how her hair looks.
The text of Clua should not be lost in the ephemeral urgency of Twitter so today, from respect and thanks to Guillem, we wanted to collect it here in its entirety and in an editorial format because, of all of them, we identify with its content. Enjoy it
"Dear Inés, I can not stop looking at this picture. That glowing gaze of radiant joy, of mission accomplished, of newly opened Christmas gifts. It is the look of the girl who fulfills her dreams, that of victory in spite of all and in spite of everything.
I would have loved to see that look on your face in other circumstances. It was the same look we all had, the million and a half people attending the demonstration #Pride of Saturday.
We celebrated the first 50 years of Stonewall, the beginning of the struggle, the long road that allowed us to get out of the underworld, and to do so, we honored the elders, the pioneers who broke their faces so that today we could enjoy something close to equality.
We had that ready look, the same as you. And also the cry in the throat and the smile always on, adorned with glitter, music and love, and always in the memory, the certainty that we are all better together, that nothing is achieved if we do not go to one.
All that gave meaning to our Pride and fed the hope of a better world for all, until you appeared.
You appeared without any intention to share the reason for the demonstration. You did not even want to sign the manifesto that would have allowed your party to participate without any problem.
You could not sign it, because that meant denouncing your pacts with the far right, which you denied having reached. Agreements that you arrived in Andalusia and of which we have a photo in Madrid today.
You appeared with a banner that said "Al Pride go". Neither a claim for the collective, nor a memory for the absent, nor a bit of solidarity with a discriminated collective that only fights for equality.
You appeared with a flamethrower and loaded with gasoline, to wipe out the memory of those we wanted to honor. There only you, you and your agenda, mattered in the media, running a veil over your pacts with a party that detests us.
You had to talk about something else at all costs. There the victims had to be you. And the strategy was clear: you carried it out in Catalonia, in Euskadi, in 8M (let's remember "liberal feminism") ... now you were not going to be less.
As always, your intention was to beat the dog until it bit you and then show the wound to the media. But you went wrong. Nobody bit you. We do not take the bait. You were surrounded by cameras and not one recorded anything.
You had all our contempt. Yes, You still have it and you will always have it for what you have tried to do, but there was no violence, there were no aggressions, there was only a deep, deep and unanimous rejection.
And despite that, you smile. Because you know that you have achieved it, that you have broken previously unquestionable consensus, that the media has given you a platform to present yourself as a victim, when the reality is that you have never been a victim of anything.
You will be a victim when they kick you out of your job for being LGTBI.
You will be a victim when they spit on you in the subway for kissing you with your girlfriend, just like you have just spent in Barcelona.
You will be a victim when you get hit by Chueca because you do not walk properly.
You will be a victim when you want to impose conversion therapy so that you love or be what a bishop thinks is right.
You will be a victim when your political representatives tell you that you are a second-class citizen or you become a pariah "that leaves a stink in the streets".
You will be a victim when your rights are a bargaining chip so that a party that is called liberal occupies four seats in a town hall.
You will be a victim when you become part of a discriminated group that has always defended itself with dignity and without violence and despite that, they call you fascist.
You will be a victim when they call you from the media "gaytasuno", "Marlaska's pack" and other niceties and do not give voice to anyone who defends you.
But none of that has happened to you. That's why I don't understand your smile ... Until I realize that yours is not the smile of the victim who has ceased to be ...
... but the executioner's smile. And so much joy in your eyes, it should give us all chills."
THANKS, GUILLEM!
Source: elNacional.cat, Twitter Guillem Clua
Photographer: Twitter
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