I was still enduring the thrill that the words of Alberto González Amador, better known as Alberto Quirón, caused me when those of his girlfriend arrived. Like Donald Trump, who captivated us with his vicissitudes like a soap opera master, the couple immersed me in anxiety.
Amador accused the state attorney general of having “publicly killed” him, with this we, still naive, began to reflect on a reform of the penal code that typifies a form of “public murder”. The new crime would be aggravated in the event of suicide or departure from Spain, a dilemma in which the aforementioned found himself, without his alleged fraud and the fabrication of false invoices having anything to do with it. We forget about it.
Well then. Some of us were still assessing the gravity of her complaint, say, when President Isabel Díaz Ayuso shocked us again with new statements. Subscribed with increasingly strident titles and as in the best series, Ayuso always knows how to end on a high note, take a surprising turn and leave us in suspense again. Who in the past defended abortion as a spokesperson for the liberal right? Well, today he sends us to have an abortion elsewhere. What did an open and free Madrid previously proclaim? Well, not anymore. Welcome to the Madrid of lessons.
Ayuso said that “someone will have to clean up” and “put the bricks for the houses where the rest of us will live,” and the best thing is that it was a way to defend immigration. Among us there are doctors, fabulous writers or illustrious professors from Latin America or other origins, but the simplest thing is to recover the classism of the past, polish the clichés and condemn the (poor) foreigners to thankless jobs.
A few years ago, Enrique Ossorio, then Minister of Education and spokesperson for the Madrid government, even questioned a Caritas report on the poor of Madrid because when he went out into the street he didn’t see them: “Where are they?” he wondered.
Today, while Ayuso makes us understand who is at the bottom so that others can stay at the top, the good news is that Vox has turned its gaze towards the poorest classes, towards those who cannot afford a house. So does Carlos Hernández Quero, the new deputy spokesperson of the Congress, biting where it hurts: here “all accents are fine except that of someone who has spent his whole damn life living in Aluche, Villaverde or Móstoles” (the most humble areas of Madrid). Be careful. Classism sets in with xenophobia in the debate and it won’t be for the better.
