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Kais Saied's dream: a racist Tunisia

Stories and News No. 1307

Once upon a time there was a dream.
Even if it is not, right?
But you can say whatever you want, verbally and on page, digitally or otherwise.
Many will continue to do it, even in the most unexpected places – hence this story of mine – because it takes place in people's unconscious and to reach it, touch it and maybe challenge it, it is necessary for both to make their way in their respective senses.
On the other hand, it would be necessary to wake up, and it is not easy stuff. But the tragedy is when it is the powerful man to dream, who usually assumes the presumed right to spill everything on the people who depend on him.
What dream?
Well, you know it, it is the most shared and controversial one for decades in a large part of the world, I would say, although it is still difficult to talk about it frankly. Because it's like a movie that everyone sees but no one wants to review in full, because otherwise you'd have to mention terrible images, and no one likes the idea of being seen for the disgust they have inside with such precision of detail.
Among the fans, everyone praises one scene or another, but together they never stop pumping the film. It's a story that sells, it's a dream that convinces.
Extraordinarily beyond any reasonable measure.
As proof of this, there is the recent Tunisian version that goes beyond the limit of the grotesque, the last one left.
I am referring to the xenophobic delirium of President Kaïs Saïed in his recent speech, i.e. his dream: "The undeclared objective of the successive waves of illegal immigration is to consider Tunisia as a purely African country..."
Fortunately, these words have sparked protests and demonstrations, but have also obtained support from some fringes of the people and provoked attacks against migrants in the country, especially those of black complexion, more easily identifiable as foreigners.
As if to say, there is always someone darker than you to blame and unload every problem.
It is the lesson learned thanks to the success of the right parties in Europe and the Americas, everywhere, which has made it possible to conquer voting, rather than majority, portions of the population, which more or less unconsciously find it convenient to have a scapegoat to take revenge on.
The sleep of reason generates monsters, reads the title of Goya's famous work, or imitators in my humble opinion, that further underlines how horrible and illogical the initial vision was.
African nation against not purely African nations...
Once upon a time there was a dream, then, that a dream is not, that's obvious.
It is trivially a nightmare, but which only some live, while all the others watch it as a movie. And I'm tired and disgusted for today, sorry, now I get up, metaphorically leave the room and go home.
Trying to keep alive the faint hope of living, seeing or even just dreaming of a different ending sooner or later.

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