Jorge Fernández Díaz, who in the recordings of his conversations with Commissioner Villarejo and the number one of the police, Eugenio Pino, speaks of himself in the third person, says, at one point, that "we are among gentlemen". to emphasize that his interlocutors maintain total discretion on the participation of the Minister of the Interior in maneuvers that are more typical of a mafia organization than those that manage the general interest. Since the popular politician should not have relied heavily on his accomplices in the conspiracy, at another point in the conversation, he reiterates that he "knows nothing" because "I know I'm talking to state servants." Fernández Díaz refutes the key with a phrase that makes Villarejo and Pino laugh: "Therefore, I will deny, even under torture, that this meeting has existed." If there were no documented cases of police torture, laughter could be widespread.
The obsessive insistence of the Minister of the Interior to make it clear that his participation in this plot cannot and should not be known indicates a substantial thing from a political point of view: what is being planned in a ministerial office forms part of a dirty war, it overflows with what officials responsible and aware of the limits of the rule of law would do. These servants of the state despise something obvious, which is the first lesson for anyone who moves with a plate and a pistol: certain actions outside the law - protected by a patriotism as obtuse as rancid - will do nothing but delegitimize the authority of those who ordered them. This is the case in every approved democracy, and it has costs (or should have).
But Fernández Díaz believed that the secret of that conspiracy hatched from the heart of the Executive would accompany him to the grave, along with Marcelo, his guardian angel. If impunity had covered him as a protective layer until then, why should he fear that his good fortune would be exhausted? This does not happen to knights of his style. In addition, we are dealing with a man of faith (I state this because the person concerned makes it a public flag) and this - contrary to what it might seem - frees him from the moral conflict that derives from acting in a way totally contrary to values. which he proclaims. Continuing this same logic, Fernández Díaz lied - another crime in his history - with great naturalness and conviction when he was asked in Parliament about Commissioner Villarejo. Amalgamated cynicism and bigotry produce luxury masks.
Doubts have disappeared: the so-called Catalonia operation against Pujol and several sovereignist politicians was led by the Minister of the Interior, then a man of the utmost confidence of the president of the central government, Mariano Rajoy. That said, the essential question in this serious case is: to what extent was Moncloa aware of the conspiracy orchestrated by Fernández Díaz against parties and legal leaders? We can ask it another way: Is it conceivable for the minister to order a dirty war of this magnitude without the approval of his political superior? If I asked these kinds of questions to Putin’s Russia, my life would be in danger. I am very fortunate to be a citizen of a full democracy. I hope that the public authorities, starting with the judiciary, will do their job and establish the how and who of a disturbing story for any good citizen.
The Leviathan - that monster imagined by the philosopher Hobbes as a transgender of the state - that should protect us is now placed in a putrid puddle, created by a minister, a commissioner and other elements of the official sewers. That Fernández Díaz is already a fuse to sacrifice is obvious. Will there be political consequences that reach higher?
The late Václav Havel, the writer and president of democratic Czechoslovakia, wrote a reflection that serves all contexts: “This process of depersonalization that leads to the anonymity of power as its reduction to pure and simple simple technique of domination and manipulation, it naturally adopts thousands of different forms, variants and manifestations. Sometimes it is hidden and inapparent, other times it is clearly manifest. Sometimes it's stealthy, tortuous and subtle, other times it's brutally direct. " It is undeniable that, in Operation Catalonia, the fine stylists stayed at home.
