How can you imagine a Saturday afternoon without a protest and an accompanying march? The motivations are just a pretext; what is important for the few hundred “always present” is the ability to walk and protest.
This time the official reason was the deprivation of liberty law following the security law approved by the National Assembly, but other reasons like the lockdown could be added.
Fortunately, there were no clashes as in the capital or other cities.
Yesterday, while the gathering was taking place, we had a bonus: a dance school organized a performance because this specialty is not among those allowed to resume activity: “we are essential to life, both physically and mentally,” declared the spokesperson.
We didn’t know it, but if she says so, it must be true, right?
Moreover, the leader of the moment (there’s always someone who wants to be the leader), the self-named “Jeanne Garibaldi” (let this be a signal for her not to misuse a valiant name for this masquerade) doesn’t hide: “we are anti-dictatorship activists.”
The situation is grotesque, but the worst part is that these people (we’re talking about hyper-minorities who make noise and impose themselves) believe in it, and even more, they think they are in the right.
What can you do, it requires patience and self-sacrifice, more self-sacrifice than patience, to endure this implicit violence in the behavior of these anti-dictators who, by imposing themselves on others, become what they claim to oppose.
You shouldn’t tell them, otherwise, they might get even more confused with their already muddled ideas.
