Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! What could have happened, what went wrong? If the weather is good, they have been heating up the atmosphere for weeks with Telegram and WhatsApp groups, and while the vigilantes from Chichinabo have nothing better to do, they have dedicated themselves to making up fake news about unaccompanied minors. This was supposed to be the biggest anti-immigration demonstration in the Canary Islands, a historic one, but in the end they barely managed to gather five hundred people in Tenerife and three hundred in Gran Canaria. In the world of ideas, a balloon is inflated to its maximum capacity and then reality punctures it. Fssshhh. Maybe the date and time chosen were wrong, maybe the location was not ideal. A demonstration at noon in the middle of summer does not seem to have a very noble cause. Not only that, they are also trying to adopt the slogan of another successful demonstration in April. The pot called the pot parasite. It is true that the promotional video uses a marketing technique that does not seem very successful or friendly to me: a close-up of a very angry man shouting very loudly and saying things like: “Are we going to let them keep calling? Are we flat-footed?” People shouting in order to miss every conversation they attend are terribly rejecting me, so I immediately disconnect. I understand that I am not the audience they are trying to reach, I am not a victim of conspiracy theories, but still. The same thing may have happened to others. Anyway, this whole racism thing creates a lot of shame and embarrassment for me, maybe because I was born in the early nineties and since then I have experienced seven cycles of increasing hatred towards immigrants. The increase in bread is the fault of the immigrants. The freezing of pensions is the fault of the immigrants. Mercadona’s gazpacho is no longer what it used to be, let these people go back to their countries immediately!
