National Theater press secretary Velislava Krasteva called director Alexander Morfov a “rapist” in an emotional Facebook post.
The scandal in our first theater troupe became nationwide after Acting Culture Minister Velislav Minekov intervened last week.
See the full text of the post:
“It is difficult to talk about confrontation with aggression and rudeness. Friends, journalists, journalist-friends ask me why I am silent. Tons of words have been said. They have been written.
On the one hand, a bit like Karavelov, “in our country they don’t hit”, on the other, if I’m the next one to keep quiet, violence becomes the norm.
“Disappear” has been ringing in my mind for two weeks now.
What happened to me made the rounds of social media and the media in general. As with everything in our country, everyone has an opinion. And this is the beauty of democracy. At the same time, whose 33 years we celebrated these days. Those, with the longest historical memory, remember those days, those squares, those hopes. With mixed feelings.
Because the furiously scrawled “disappearing” seems to erase the hope that we have learned the lessons of tolerance, democracy, solidarity.
“to disappear”
I’ve won battles and lost. And I fell and got back up. But always in open combat. Face to face.
There are no eyes in this story. Either they are hidden behind dark glasses, or they bark “wayward” and bark in the wee hours of the night. With spelling errors.
And with the enormous pretension of some small justice.
Who are you, a self-proclaimed fighter against a woman!? Who gives you the right to invade and scratch. And then trying to swap the roles of victim and aggressor.
And why?
Who are you to organize a public lynching?
Are you attempting a civilian assassination? A kind of medieval autodafe? Do you complain and make fun of someone you just don’t agree with, don’t accept and want to make it disappear!?
To get what you don’t have yet? To unleash your demons in your face? To bring this otherwise wonderful team to organic incompatibility?
Degrade, injure, destroy. If this is a philosophy of life, too bad.
…”midnight rebel” – no. A bully.
It is difficult to talk about violence, but I will go a little further here. For the rest there is the right place and, thank God, order and the law.
No, I don’t feel well. At all.
But since the man for whom I undertook this task trusted me, I will not back down. I won’t break.
Because of my caring children and my relatives who love me just the way I am. I’m sorry for everything that’s going on.
Because of all the women who have supported me and are taking this with great trepidation. What will be next?
Thanks to all my colleagues and friends, journalists, artists and directors, our wonderful NT team and their warm attitude, thanks to everyone who called me with their support. Everyone, everyone.
And thanks to those who tirelessly exercise my name these two weeks. Forgive them Lord, they don’t know what they’re doing. Why am I today, and tomorrow?
