Milagro Sala and Sabina Frederic, between hypocrisy and insecurity

02/12/2021 8:33 PM

• Clarín.com

• Opinion

Updated 02/12/2021 8:42 PM

The light of the cruel provinces, the late and endearing writer from Jujuy Hector Tizón could have said, shone sinisterly and certain artificial rays lit up the violent figure of Milagro Sala.

But it was the other way around.

It is the progressive luminaries of the capital who focus on her and beatify her, as if she were the reincarnated puppet of Tupac Amaru.

They defend her and describe her as the scapegoat of a

malevolent scheme to rip her Santa wings apart.

Milagro Sala is not only prosecuted, involved in overwhelming evidence for corruption, for discretionary handling of public funds and for various and specific attacks, but is now the battering ram of repeated insanity in favor of her and along with other liars.

Milagro and the other criminals turned into

victims of lawfare, that rhetorical

and twisted

alibi

to evade the most aberrant facts.

Now, as is known, the Supreme Court upheld his conviction for threatening police officers.

Thus increased the planned anger of Kirchnerism against the high court that they do not tremble in describing as a garbage dump of democracy.

Sala is also in the eye of justice for attacking and instigating attacks of all kinds and always serious against leaders who did not submit to her, and for the greater embezzlement committed by her and Tupac Amaru;

the "Pibes villeros" cause, where behind the solidarity they have concealed sidereal thefts of public money of at least 60 million pesos, beyond extortion and wholesale pressures.

And there is much more;

sexual slavery to which his close associates would have subjected collaborators who, still terrified, suffer from the shocking lack of Buenos Aires and officialist sensitivity to the most sinister and perverse abuses.

Security Minister Sabina Frederic, a historical apologist for Milagro Sala, clearly supports the doctrine of lawfare, but while she exhibits benevolent and bombast defending the woman from Jujuy, Úrsula Bahilo was stabbed and bled to death.

Stabbed like an empty bag by Matías Ezequiel Martínez, her "partner", a policeman.

One in five femicides in Argentina is perpetrated by a member of the security forces.

It is of the most urgent drama to resolve this drama, Sabina, much more than

military the show in favor of the damned Milagro.

There is a sea in the background.

There is it with underground turbulence and volcanoes incubating boiling lavas: rising inflation, the gripped economy, the usual insecurity and worse than ever, the inaction on security, the Ministry of Women, Gender and Diversity that

includes the E but does not exclude the crimes against women

, and vaccines that would arrive in bulk but that do not finish arriving.

There is a feeling ─beyond blind militancy─ that spreads in the form of irritated skepticism: the perception of a ruling political class, distant from the people, shielding its power and accelerating through demagoguery.

Not all deserve the same coat, but the factual and experiential thing is that the problems are not solved, that on the contrary they deepen.

Inflation - I judge it as eternal as water and air -

dismantles every project, enslaves us, subjects us

all running after wallpapers that fade more and more every day.

Argentina is that inflationary country in which there are police who slaughter women awakening eruptive anger that seems to later anesthetize or dissolve into lateral violence that does not necessarily determine the realization of the real justice that we all need.

The country shows its broken face.

Half of our faces are split, creating a plasticity carved into two simultaneous expressions.

There is a tragic Argentina, yes there is,

wrapped in the growing blood of the innocent, the innocent girls, the robbed, the scammed, the looted and the murdered.

And there is another face of the same and two-faced national face: the solidarity of many, the search for destiny through work, the deepest need to fully implement education, the desire to live in peace and with dignity.

I write these lines in front of the sea.

The sea seems alien to everything, a passive and undulating witness of human dramas.

But there is a swell at the bottom of the sea and among the Argentine seashells something vibrates with indignation.

And the outraged will not be sunk to the bottom forever.

The outrage rises with the tides.

And at some point the capitostes who cheat with four hands will see it arrive.