I don’t know if Errejón is dissociative identity disorder and if there is a cure. What I know is that Gisèle Pelicot is right when she proclaims that shame must change sides. I am very ashamed of the scam on Errejón’s character
Among the pedantic, stony and victimizing verbiage of the text published by Iñigo Errejón on Thursday of last week, I now remember his avowed distinction between his person and his character, between what he really is and the role he has played until now. to this day. Errejón was thus added to the long list of human beings with dual personalities, with substantial lying caused by illness or simple convenience. This is the list that fuels the ranks of spies, scammers, and maybe even writers.
In his autobiography fly in circlesJohn Le Carré says he has always lived a lie: that of his father, Ronnie, a professional fraudster, and his own, first as an agent of the British secret services then as an author of spy novels. He emphasized this in several paragraphs, including this one: “Is there really much difference between a man who sits at his desk and plots on the blank page (me) and the man who puts on a clean shirt every morning and, with nothing but his imagination in his pocket, he goes looking for a new victim of his scams (Ronnie)?
No human being is absolutely transparent with others, we all keep little secrets, ghosts, unspeakable impulses. But there are some who make folding a way of life. I think of those who were infiltrated by the police in the anti-system movements, like this official who posed as a member of ETA and about whom a film was made which is now projected on Spanish billboards. I think of the classic agent provocateur which incites demonstrators to extreme violence. I think of those Mossad employees I was told about in Beirut, capable of passing themselves off for years as Arab beggars from the Hamra neighborhood and then reappearing, clean and in uniform, at the head of the invading Israeli troops. . I think of Jean-Claude Romand, the fake French doctor who killed his entire family and who inspired the novel The opponent by Emmanuel Carrère.
It became abundantly clear to me that Errejón was a fraud: a lip service feminist by day, a slimy sexual harasser by night, and possibly a violent macho in bed. I never held him in high regard, I always saw him as irritable, arrogant and prone to changing coats. But I’m not one of those who say they already knew he was also a predator towards women. I was therefore surprised by the revelations of my colleague Cristina Fallarás, even if, once digested, they began to integrate into my never admiring vision of the individual. You will not find in my articles from the last decade any praise about Errejón, he never seemed like clean wheat to me.
Allow me now to pause to admit that my role as a voracious reader of Le Carré leads me to think that Errejón could inspire a protagonist common to the English writer’s novels: the mole. Objectively, Errejón dealt a perhaps fatal blow to the political movement born from the street demonstrations of 15M 2011. I think that, without much effort, Le Carré would imagine him as an infiltrator from the first moment of any service secret.
I leave it there, as a simple literary suggestion during an after-dinner conversation, and return to journalism. The 15M was right to express its indignation at the political and socio-economic deficiencies of a democracy that aims to be exemplary. But the young politicians who proclaimed themselves his heirs left the streets, entered the institutions, assured that from there they would change things and became more and more like the old politicians. Of course, this brings as a big novelty a very personal passion for egomania, sectarianism and fratricide. Its brilliance lasted barely a decade.
I continue journalism. Women have had to endure specific discrimination, fear and aggression for centuries. Suffering particular violence simply because they are women. Feminism has been opposing this for two centuries and, fortunately, it has made very significant progress. But make no mistake, we are still far, very far from total equality. In the public sphere and perhaps more in the private sphere. Machismo has also been rooted in men for centuries, even millennia. Including the impulse to sexually possess the woman, even if she says no.
Errejón said he was clear and his party colleagues believed him. But in this specific, transcendental matter, he proved to be a Dr. Jekyll by day and a Mr. Hyde by night. I am not a professional in the human mind, I don’t know if your dissociative identity disorder and if there is a cure. Maybe he’s just a total hypocrite. What I know is that Gisèle Pelicot is right when she proclaims that shame must change sides. I am very ashamed of the scam embodied by Errejón’s character.
