There was a relatively recent stage in which we called for epic, and we were told that epic was a thing of the past, that now we were more democratic, more dialogue-oriented. And as a paradoxical result, we arrive at a scene in which the only thing that can save us is the epic.
And we have it, but we have to organize it because we need it to be thunderous this time and come from below. The epic is a narrative genre in its origin, that is, communication. It is the way in which a town tells itself the obstacles it had to overcome to be a town.
We have epic, because that was what put us on the path of a country model with no one outside. Nowhere could a movement towards equity be constituted without an epic, and mobilizations like the ones on Thursday, with that energy, with that joy framed in a difficult situation, with that tiny personal bubble, with that camaraderie, are only possible because of the epic Peronist: the usual test is that they asked whoever the movileros asked, the answers inevitably made sense. Gorilla logic always counts Peronist mobilizations as separate and transactional events. The truth is the opposite: they are immersion baths in political consciousness. The town is the opposite of trolls: no one repeats anything, each person has their own way of expressing the same thing, and we all get excited because we all feel identified with everyone. The epic, which comes from below, promotes true unity.
Kirchnerism, that is, the Peronism that we met with Kirchner, left the discourse, which is where everyone had gone. If Menem had promised a huge salary and the first day he put Alsogaray in the box. Since 2003 we have experienced Peronism for the first time, because Néstor did not stop keeping promises and he got tired of doing things that he had not promised. And just as it happened in the last century, its installation and its virtuous circle were enough for the caste to redirect itself towards the mafia to result in this present, with Cristina outlawed and with a judge who does not want to investigate who tried to kill her. With an institutional chaos created with those who fill their mouths with the republic but never pronounce homeland. With the bad taste of an equivocal government that swept us under the rug. With political violence and judicial cover-ups that act as services and with services. With obscene displays of impunity.
How can we not have an epic if we have always been the David of history, against the Goliath who has mutated over the centuries but is always the guardian of the privilege of the few and the suffering of the vast majority.
When talking about the redistribution of wealth, it is not something to be taken lightly, it is not a set phrase, it is not a slogan, it is not a chain of words. It is the effective reality of millions of bodies and souls bordering on the good side of life. And how is that achieved without epic, without being the good messenger maligned, without accepting the bitter part of the fight, without postponing individuality, without stopping thinking about oneself all the time, without loving?
In this state of affairs, loving is revolutionary.
Many of us older people just had an epic experience when Nestor arrived. And more so when we decided to publicly adhere to that political identity. If it wasn’t for an epic sense, many Kirchneristas would have ceased to be so. In the narrative of power, and in some painful internal reading, Kirchnerism is a defect of Peronism that must be solved. Eliminating it, they have said it hundreds of times. But the truth of the Milanese, as stated by Cristina, is that famous 51.2 percent on the side of the world of work in her second government.
And what the Peronist people feel and evoke is their epic experience of those twelve years, because upward social mobility came in parallel with fierce stigmatization, disqualifications, persecution, rabid campaigns to assimilate Kirchner as a thief. Organized, of course, by the greatest thieves this land has ever known.
Happiness, when it comes from getting wet when it rains, when you don’t always eat, when you lack teeth to eat, when you have felt little all your life, is the epic of the desperate. Feeling that one is better than yesterday and that children are likely to have better lives than their own, is the intimate epic that each person imprints on their existence: human dignity, pain, and joy in random doses that do not depend on where you were born from
In recent years, possibly with the pandemic as a trigger for new altered states, and with the current world order crisis, the extreme right has advanced like never before in the world and here. In Argentina, since the middle of the last century, the popular engine capable of disputing power is Peronism. Cristina was shot twice in the head and Judge Capuchetti refuses to investigate, and she would rewrite that sentence many times, to see if it enters our heads. That not only speaks of the mafia, but also that Cristina is obviously and clearly the one that the enemy perceives as the real dam that can cut them off. What they want by outlawing Peronism is to prevent the cake from being shared. That short. That is distributed among all and between the market and the State.
This week we recover the logic of the epic, that so much dialogue froze us. That plaza and that woman of strength and intelligence that matures over time is the one that invites us to the epic of being a people once again, in the electoral battle that arises from a great farce that should not be forgotten for a moment. . For the impatient: the epic of waiting will remain in history. We are not in a normal situation of going to elections. The dilemma, as it was sung in that marvelous plaza, is once again homeland or colony. That is the game that is played and the media, the macrismo, the mileismo, the Supreme Court and a good part of the Judiciary work for the colony.
On Thursday that rain helped us characterize this historic moment. The epic emerges from grouping together, from moving, from perceiving the vital power that this beautiful organism that we are all together has when we tune in to her voice.
