The last time I saw Jordi Pujol we talked about the Big Ben. Rac, rac, rac. The president searches his infinite folder system. Here. This. And we return to the disco with his words. That and that. And he enters here and leaves there. He was also there. He also lived it.
Pujol knew what that spaceship landed in the middle of nowhere meant, from which no aliens descended: Earthlings ascended. To soar into outer space. Towards the planet freedom. The Big Ben was born in 1976. Before Tarradellas returned. Before the return of the Generalitat, the Statute, the first elections, the Constitution... It already existed. The Big Ben was an avant-garde democratic plebiscite. Nightly polls of freedom. Europeism when no one saw that we are Carolingians (it was the largest disco in Europe). Also before the birth of AVUI. The first Catalan newspaper since the War. Pujol knows this well.
It was 1938. He was seven years old when he saw his father and uncle reading those Catalan newspapers from the Republic. And he added: “Lleida has fallen. We have lost Lleida. This came from the war communiqué... We read the war communiqué. I, even though I was very young, was already reading the war communiqué.” After that, you know what comes. Lleida is From the hills on the other side of the river. The reconquest, the reconstruction, the resurrection. The photograph of Lleida (with another of the Ebro) that he had in the prison of Zaragoza while he was writing the book. After the Fets del Palau. The arrest, the torture, the sentence. And now, after all of everything, the president, almost 96 years old, with his health condition, with all of everything, they are forcing him to go and testify in person at the National Court. “We have no intention of stigmatizing [Pujol], but we also don't want to fall into ageism,” says José Ricardo de Prada, the president of the court judging the Pujol family. The question is whether only the president has ageism. Does Francoism not have ageism?
Where are the dozens of newspapers and magazines from before AVUI? Where are the buildings, the offices, the furniture, the papers? They have not returned to their rightful owners. Where is the reality of the Generalitat, town halls, political parties, unions, associations, atheneums, businesses, private homes... that the war and the dictatorship took away? They have not returned. There is no ageism here. Where are the trials against Francoist leaders? And against an illegal regime? There is no ageism. Can someone be judged when they haven't been judged before?
In 1940 the dictatorship pulls out the legal gun with the law for the repression of Freemasonry and Communism. To shoot, it creates the Special Court for the Repression of Freemasonry and Communism: more than 60,000 cases between life and death. From this emerges through national evolution the Public Order Court (TOP) in 1963: an F5-refresh of the usual repression. And the creature continues its patriotic chameleon metamorphosis: in 1977 it becomes the National Audience. Spain is a judicial-biological national-state. It never has ageism. Antiaging by lethal decree-law. It never judges itself. No one has ever done anything. No one has ever to return anything. "Life goes on the same", sings the philosopher of the round regime. The evil State of eternity. Its God, its king, its court. Yours is not mine, but they always want yours. The freedom of Catalonia will always be brought before a disco of mine, ours.
