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Written by Alex Hickey
“Do not fear the terrors of night, nor the arrows that fly by day” Psalm 91:5
Monday 16th October
What an awful night and a monster of a day to follow I’m sure. It’s politics as usual on these savage, primeval islands and this ‘justice’ we’re speaking of nowadays is looking more and more like the savage crimes we condemn.
She was a daughter of our nation and a sister to us all; for those who knew her or knew of her, you may have loved her, admired and respected her and you may have disagreed with her ways, however her vision for this island was her own, it was genuine, perhaps at times politically motivated but always pure in her own eyes and today, if never again, we must respect her passing and come to terms with the reality we now all have to live with.
Daphne Caruana Galizia was killed in a horrific act of violence within eyeshot of her home in Bidnija. It was a car bomb so powerful that it sent her car flying into a field adjacent with little chance of any survival. One of the first people to arrive at the scene was her one blood, one of her three sons. Is this really the hallmark of Maltese society nowadays? After two others in the past year as well as shootings becoming more and more common, is this the reality we now face on these islands? Sadly yes, and the truth is that probably, there will be no justice and there will be no remorse.
Daphne was a political blogger and though many disagreed with her methods, her message was unbiased and very raw. She spoke unabashedly of the things she saw on this island that she felt was wrong and unjust. Needless to say that she was not everyone’s favorite Maltese girl. And the chances of this being a politically motivated assassination are not out of the realms of possibility.
And where does one go from here? That’s probably the hardest question to ask, when freedom of speech and the ethics of the powerful are in question, it’s hard to find any direction whatsoever. Fear, would be the most common answer to this issue, but I can guarantee, fear only makes the evil in this world more powerful. In these times, more than ever we need to band together, as a peoples, and fight for the stability and truth that we grew up with, creating the safe haven of an island which we have always been proud to call our home. If this was a politically motivated attack, then just remember that this isn’t the so called ‘democracy’ that people touted in primary schools. Fear not the wicked, for their day of judgement shall come, and money can’t buy your freedom and peace of mind.
It’s a constant struggle now, it’s not that simple anymore. This a turning point in our country’s history, we’ve lost our innocence and we can’t turn back now. Now it is all our jobs, everyone without a single soul excluded to remain vigilant and ever aware of the dangers that lie in the grass and stomp out all the degenerates who attempt, as they have, to obstruct our peace of mind and expression as a people; whatever that expression may be.
Days ago, there was a similar accident in Mogadishu, a truck exploded in the middle of a busy street and here on the island few were really concerned. Not that there was any real need here for worry, it was very sad but somehow we’ve been desensitized to these kinds of monstrosities in countries where chaos rules. But being the bridge between Africa and Europe, we always seem to rest assure that we were not like that. Terrorism was never a ‘thing’ around here, and it still isn’t, here the situation is becoming different and all too real now. We have the worst of Europe and the worst of Africa and the Middle East now, powerful men who sit and happily pat each other on the back and people willing to do unhuman things to people whose sole intention is to shed light on what she felt was unjust.
I never got to meet Daphne and I did in fact want to interview her for the disposable generation, with the hope that maybe I could agree with her on some topics. That opportunity is gone now, and though no light has been shed with regards to who she was, at least in my eyes, she now means something much more.
In her work, she lived, she loved, she cried and now shed blood for this nation, she is the essence of what it means to be Maltese, whatever that meant before; she is now. And if for no other reasons than for our own dignity, it’s our job to push forward what she was going for; an open discussion, a bridge between the people on top and us ‘normal’ people.
We may never get the justice we yearn for in this case but we can justify her loss by pushing forward, persevering as a people and remaining always at watch for the evils that plague us like an awful sickness on our world; we must forever strive for a better, freer and cleaner world where this kind of behaviour is long forgotten.
In memory of a Maltese hero.