Opinion piece by Dr Peter Agius
Like thousands of us unhooded from the interest in supporting the Muscat regime to its last cursed hour, this week I was following with interest the live stream of Graffiti’s occupation of Castille. To me, they were all of us. The country had a #jesuisGraffitti moment which expressed the anger, frustration and incredulity of a nation of less daring Malteasers.
What left me thinking beyond the boldness of these valiant youngsters was however the crass numbness of a good number of comments to the live feed. ‘Let us enjoy the holy Christmas season in peace’ complained one commentator. ‘Police should never let this happen’ complained another one’. Running through the thread one realises that roughly half of those commenting feel that they are suffering some sort of direct prejudice from this peaceful disruption of Castille. No wonder that you have leadership contenders calling these protests a needless provocation.
This is a phenomenon that we need to understand and work with if we are to ever provide an alternative to the materially and morally corrupt government that has hijacked Malta over the past years. No matter how strong we are in our values, no matter how sacred we hold our cause, it may well be that the sum of those flooding the squares in Paola and Naxxar saluting Mr No Stone Unturned will be just about bigger in number of votes as compared to the second-placed alternative on the ballot list.
So while the thousands of youngsters joining the protests and the angry exhortations on facebook by the previously sleepy are promising a wind of change, that wind will move no action unless all those who share the values and the indignation with the criminal state of affairs of today do not make up a single force to contend with.
The next labour Prime Minister will be chosen among those who endorsed and supported Muscat all through the decisions leading us here. They praised Labour’s efforts in ‘seeking’ justice for Daphne. They spread around the ‘no stone unturned’ mantra and would get angry at any of us pointing to it being a blatant lie. ‘How dare you criticise all the good work?’ they would retort through their look and their tone, and that was the line of the whole Labour Party until the whole castle of lies come crumbling down by accident.
Let us never forget that we are here as a result of an accident. One which kind of reminds me of Macbeth’s assurance of invincibility that he needs fear ‘no man of woman born’ to be then killed by Mc Duff who was ‘from his mother’s womb untimely ripped’. Indeed the regime felt it was safe from any man, but found its end in the sniff of Peter the dog who led another team of police investigators, not in charge of Daphne’s murder, to Melvin Theuma.
Are we ready to make that accident the turning point to a change of destiny for these beautiful islands of ours, or will that accident, and the protests, and the anger, be but a tiny bump in the history of business as usual?