If you are one of those who believe that now nothing can be said without the church of politically correct thought throwing itself on you, you still have time today (last day) to see ¡Que salga Aristophanes!, the last of Els Joglars, with Ramon Fontserè playing a professor denounced by his students who has been admitted to a re-education center where they teach him to speak inclusive language and subject him to the most varied therapies to turn him into someone cool, green, animalistic , peaceful and respectful.
But if, on the contrary, you think that this world is still characterized by the injustices and discrimination suffered by large sections of the population (curiously called minorities, when the statistics say they are the majority), I advise you to read ¿De quién es esta historia? , the last essay by the American Rebecca Solnit – the author who made the term mansplaining fashionable to define those men who condescendingly explain to women what life is.
Solnit raises the centrality of the struggle for the story and tells us, for example, of border guards “offended” by the fact that the press refers to the cages in which the emigrants were kept as “cages”: “The discomfort of the caged people it is overshadowed by the discomfort felt by those who have ensnared them when things are called by their name”.
Much of this has to do with the current debate. Some say that now it is no longer possible to even talk to women, but, no matter how little you look, you see, in Solnit’s words, that these are people “who find it difficult to distinguish between talking to a woman and touching her ass”. The reality described is very much from the United States, but it is shocking to see how Trumpism, and its poison of preventing us from distinguishing between reality and fiction, is also among us.
When so many voices have been silenced for centuries, raising the flag of an alleged lack of freedom of expression for those who complain about it from press stands, television talk shows, series or stages is an option that defines us. Even if it is done gracefully and brandishing – oh! – a giant penis, in front of which the teachers at the center faint after shouting “the patriarchy!”. They don’t have such a good time in the cages.
