The indifference of the good

"I am not shaken by the wickedness of the bad, but by the indifference of the good

," said Martin Luther King.

And not because trite, this locution is no longer true.

The crime of Fernando Báez Sosa shows us that it is easy to attribute the facts to an unjust social order, and even easier to get lost in criminological rhetoric when dealing with an innocent and humble young man challenged by the violence of rugby boys.

A suspenseful spectacle is put on with an audience in suspense, in which the defendants are placed in leading, stellar roles: if they operate as a team, if they break the silence, if their non-verbal communication is consistent or not, what whether or not it achieved what was declared.

Experts come to analyze their personalities and, under the table, some slip the class struggle.

All the cameras in Dolores, monopolizing the audience's attention.

And everyone chattering about the details of the case, submerged in a paradoxical relationship where the pleasure that the case seems to arouse and the displeasure because it is the death of an innocent person cannot be resolved.

Indignation, disbelief, and the demand for justice circulate along this fine line.

These many words cannot be invoked when it comes to Lucio, of the many Lucios, who hurt us.

Maybe that's why we're silent.

Because after any evocation of the torture he suffered, we get a lump in our throats.

Because just a few days before, in La Pampa, Lucio's ordeal was aired in a debate with very low sound.

Almost inaudible.

Small as he was.

We know about the fragility of the child in the first years of life, he is a disorganized, defenseless being.

Despite this condition, in the case of Lucio, as in that of so many Lucios who tear our souls apart, we wonder why those who are in a position to transform our reality -the doctors and nurses who treated his wounds, the policemen who touched the bell and left without waiting or looking for an answer - they did nothing.

The Judge and the Juvenile Adviser could have also saved Lucio, but they returned him to his mother in the belief that there is nothing more valuable than the maternal bond.

Her inaction is intended to hide behind the lack of complaints, although the award agreement between the parties sounds more appropriate to distribute assets than to dispose of a child.

All of them are links in a chain of irresponsibility, they were all accomplices in Lucio's death.

The same people and “themselves” (sic) who get excited talking about Human Rights ignore the seriousness of the injuries and death of Lucio and the Lucios.

And unlike when others suffered torture, they don't even notice that all rights are relative except for torture, which is the only absolute.

The relative is given by the natural limitation of rights.

To mention just a couple of examples, the right to life is not absolute to the extent that legitimate defense exists.

Freedom of movement is not absolute in the sense that there are permits to leave the country.

Torture, on the other hand, is absolute because it does not have any permission or validation, the prohibition of torture is absolute.

In other times, this essential distinction in the theory of Human Rights was recited over and over again.

And false progressivism even included in the Reform of the National Constitution of 1994 article 75, paragraph 23, which mentions the preferential treatment that should be given to women, the elderly and children.

And even the Civil and Commercial Code was reformed to include the best interest of the child.

Despite so much discourse, the Convention on the Rights of the Child, incorporated into the National Constitution in paragraph 22 of art.

75, was violated in various sections of its joint.

The State, once again, did not live up to those commitments assumed internationally.

Those in charge of his promiscuous representation, or his guardianship from the State, failed;

by blindness, indifference or cowardice.

However, today “el niño”, the children, are sunk in poverty, without a future and on top of that, if they are killed, they are relegated by the voices with power.

Lucio questions them all.

That everything he had to suffer was not in vain.

Because of all this abysmal pain, perhaps because of its nameless nature, it is hardly possible for us to speak to Lucio, to the Lucios, without waiting for an answer.

Trying to tell him about the inexplicable, to put into words what is as unimaginable as it is abysmal.

“When you are most vulnerable, when you trust adults the most and even more so, if they are your “moms”, when you do not have the tools to understand evil, violence, pathological/fanatical prejudice, when you believe everything those who tell you they should care and love;

At that moment in your life, right there, they hurt you mercilessly, they enjoy seeing you cry, and they hurt you so, so much, that, vulnerable, tiny as you are, they kill you.

Those who scream, manifest in pursuit of their rights, not for a second did they remember yours.

The understanding they demand for them, they didn't even come close to you.

You didn't have a childhood, little one.

Hopefully now nothing and no one can hurt you.

Rest in peace Lucio.

Diana Cohen Agrest is a PhD in Philosophy.

Mónica Rodríguez is a former judge of the Oral Criminal Court of Quilmes.

Members of the Usina de Justicia Civil Association