Before the eleventh of September 2001 went down in the annals of infamy as the day of the Twin Tower attacks, this particular day was already infamous in other parts of the world. In Chile, for example, 9-11 is the day the Allende government was overthrown by a military coup in 1973, thus a sad anniversary for many Chileans.
But for sad conmemorations of 9-11, one need go no further than Catalonia, that wee tithe-paying territory with aspirations of statehood wedged in the northeastern corner of the Iberian Peninsula. September 11th is the Catalan national day or Diada, which “celebrates” the fall of Barcelona to the Bourbon troops in 1714 to end the War of Secession. At that time, the city was razed and the population practically exterminated because the French Bourbon ursurper was really pissed off at his Catalan neighbors for supporting his rival.
The Diada is always a big affair, a bona fide bank holiday filled with political soap-boxing, flag waving and patriotic verbiage which many use to go to the beach. But this year promises to be one of the biggest yet, as the friction being generated by the Spanish crisis heats the independence debate to unprecedented levels. The noises coming from “Spain”, read the facha regime nostalgics currently in power, telling Catalonia to shut up and put out or risk “awakening the lion” and getting slaughtered again, may be the straw that breaks the bull’s back, although the full list of grievances goes back 298 years and even further, depending how sorry one wants to feel.
Now, I could go into a detailed analysis of the subserviant nature of Catalonia’s statutory relationship to Spain and the crime syndicates it represents, namely the Anglo-Spanish Crown and the Holey Sea of Roam (sic, sic & sic), or I could speak of the repression of Catalan language and identity by the forces of national-catchalickism. Heck, I could even mention all those Catalans who welcomed the Bourbon troops in 1714 and Franco’s troops in 1939, and who have made the continued dominance of their land by the Crown of Castille possible to this day.
But that would be tiresome, depressing and ultimately beside the point. What matters now is that a critical mass may have been reached, as many Catalans who used to think independence was radical talk now see it as practically inevitable. It is beyond Catalonia’s means to pay to be Catalan, Spanish and European, so the idea is we cut out the middleman and go directly into the EU as a new Peen member state. The video embedded below sends this message of hope to the world with a lot of naive enthusiasm that unfortunately has little to do with the backroom realpolitiks that determine its fate as a possession of the aforementioned crime syndicates. But it’s still a nice little upbeat video which I invite you to enjoy because I love this country as much as anyone else, and a lot more than many, not as a patriot but as a human being.
Good feelings aside, there is no way in hell the EU will ever accept Catalonia as a member state in its own right, because then all hell would break loose and the EU-27 would quickly become the EU-77 as bits and pieces of larger countries began seceding. The EU is too busy trying to avoid total structural failure to care much about the plight of that place where they spend their vacations, unless it affects the price of sangría.
Betting on the EU is like betting on Eurovegas, a shaky proposition at best, and one likely to lead to disappointment. Unfortunately, his story says the other options are even worse. Time may pass but it seems we always end up at the same place. It has taken 300 years to recover the dead from 1714; the dead from the dictatorship still remain buried. How many more generations need to fill mass graves for this lesson to be finally learned? Hopefully none. Mai mes, never more.
No doubt 9-11 is a badder day than most. The question now is, how and for who?