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“The Constitution Within”

August 10, 2025

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Ricardo Morin
The Constitution Within
GCI
2025

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Politics (from the Greek politikós, “of, by, or relating to citizens”) is the practice and theory of influencing people at the civic or individual level.

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By Ricardo Morin

August 10, 2025.

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From their earliest formulations, constitutional frameworks have been more than foundational legal agreements; they have stood as declarations of political philosophy, and defined how power should be organized, how it should be restrained, and to whom it must be answerable. Contemporary governance, to a large extent, continues those experiments, shaped over centuries of trial and adaptation. Yet these forms can endure in appearance while being emptied of substance. In more than a few States today, constitutions proclaim liberty while they narrow its scope, define rights in ways that exclude, and preserve the interests of a governing elite. Partisanship exploits the perceived limitations and vulnerabilities of others as grounds for exclusion; self-righteousness becomes a tool for domination, silences opposition, and suppresses dissent. The worth of a constitutional framework, therefore, is measured not only by its letter but by the ethical integrity of those who sustain it. Without ethics, politics loses its meaning; without civic virtue, the law ceases to serve peace and becomes an instrument of dominion.

The separation of powers, vigorously defended by Montesquieu, rests on the conviction that liberty survives when power is compelled to check power. This principle is distorted when institutions are subordinated to partisan or personal interests. In recent years, several States have formally preserved an independent judiciary while, in practice, subjected it to appointment processes controlled by the Executive or the ruling party. Such hollowing-out is not merely a technical failure; it reflects a political culture in which ambition, fear, or indifference among citizens permits the disfigurement of the very mechanisms designed to protect them. It also reveals how institutional strength and civic responsibility are bound together in ways that cannot be separated.

Historical constitutions continue to shape how political communities imagine authority. They bequeath principles that, at their best, offer adaptable frameworks for meeting new challenges without renouncing their essential core: that the legitimacy of a Government rests not on the strength of its rulers but on the solidity of the structures that limit them.

Yet these structures endure only when citizens reject duplicity and sectarianism. Divisions of ideology must not harden into exclusive loyalty to one’s own group at the expense of a shared civic framework. They endure only when citizens resist the idolatry of power, because authority loses its legitimacy once it is treated as sacred or unquestionable. And they endure only when citizens repudiate the cult of personality, in which a leader is raised above criticism through image-making, propaganda, and personal loyalty.

The durability of constitutional order, then, does not lie solely in written texts or institutional arrangements. It rests equally on the civic ethic of those who inhabit them. When ambition, fear, or indifference allow citizens to tolerate duplicity or surrender to sectarian loyalty, the limits on power become fragile. Conversely, when vigilance and responsibility prevail, constitutions retain their strength as both shield and compass—guarding against arbitrary rule while orienting political life toward justice and restraint.

True reform is not solely institutional but also internal: a revolution in the individual and collective sphere, in which each person accepts the responsibility to act with integrity, openness, and commitment to the common good, in harmony with oneself and with others. Only through the alignment of institutional structures with civic responsibility can any Constitution preserve its meaning and endure as a safeguard against arbitrary power.

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Annotated Bibliography

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  • Ginsburg, Tom, and Aziz Z. Huq.; How to Save a Constitutional Democracy. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2019. (Ginsburg and Aziz examine the legal and institutional pathways through which democracies weaken, from court-packing to the erosion of independent oversight. They draw on comparative examples from the United States, Hungary, and elsewhere to show how constitutional mechanisms can be used to consolidate power while preserving a façade of legality.)
  • Landau, David: “Abusive Constitutionalism.” UC Davis Law Review 47 (1), 2013: 189–260. (Landau develops the concept of “abusive constitutionalism” to describe how incumbents exploit constitutional change to entrench their rule. Uses Latin American and other global cases to illustrate how amendments and reinterpretations weaken checks and balances, alter electoral systems, and undermine judicial independence.)
  • Levitsky, Steven, and Way, Lucan A.: Competitive Authoritarianism: Hybrid Regimes after the Cold War. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2010. (Levitsky and Way analyze regimes that preserve the formal institutions of democracy but manipulate them to ensure ruling-party dominance. They introduce the concept of “competitive authoritarianism” as a framework for understanding how constitutional norms are hollowed out while democratic forms are maintained.)
  • Levitsky, Steven, and Ziblatt, Daniel: How Democracies Die. New York: Crown, 2018. (Levitsky and Ziblatt argue that modern democracies often decline through the gradual decline of norms rather than coups. The book shows how leaders exploit constitutional ambiguities, stack courts, and weaponize law to suppress opposition, eroding both civic trust and institutional integrity.)

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“The Woman at the Glass Shop”

August 6, 2025
Photo 0f Catarina (Kitty) O’Bryan-Erlacher by Ricardo Morin.
 Kitty is holding the book Steuben Glass: An American Tradition in Crystal by Mary Jean Madigan.
This appears to be the revised and expanded edition, as indicated in the lower left corner of the cover

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For Kitty O’Bryan-Erlacher, whose friendly grace, profound clarity, and genial wit made a brief moment feel like a lasting gift.

Ricardo Morin — Corning, New York, August 2025

In transit to our cousin Shayna’s wedding to Johnny, we passed through Corning, New York, and spent a few unhurried hours browsing the shops along West Market Street. The sky had the muted softness of a Monday unbothered by haste. On a quiet corner, we came upon the Erlacher Steuben Glass Shop—a space luminous with its own kind of luster.

Inside, we found what would become the wedding gift: a round crystal plate titled Vesta Plate (1993) by Peter Drobny (born 1958). It was displayed simply but with taste, as museum art waiting patiently to be understood. Alongside it stood two glass vases—bold and elegant: one translucent ultramarine, the other an opaque, intense lavender. We decided they too should come with us.

The shop, we learned, was founded in 1960. Its steward now is Catarina (“Kitty”) O’Brian-Erlacher, born in 1938—a woman of 87, with a deep well of charm, intellect, and quiet fortitude. Her husband, Mr. Roland (Max) Erlacher (1933, Vienna – July 2022), had arrived from Vienna in 1957 to work for Steuben Glass (founded in 1903 by Frederick Carder). There, in Corning, he met Kitty. Their story became the store’s story—one of craft, beauty, and the steady guardianship of glass as both object and art.

When I first approached Kitty, I mistook her for a fellow client. We began talking easily, without expectation. Art turned into astrology; numerology followed. I was caught in the kind of exchange that slows time—until my husband, David, interrupted, suggesting I was perhaps being too talkative. I teased, calling him “the boss.” Kitty, smiling, said, “You’re very smart.” I replied, “We should aim to be smarter,” and turned the compliment back to her. She graciously demurred.

As it happened, the cost of our three selections (including one from the Vitrix Hot Glass Studio and another from the Corning Museum of Glass) would, in Kitty’s words, “cover the shop’s needs for the entire month of August.” That small admission made our brief encounter feel suddenly momentous. The wrapping of the pieces—particularly the Vesta Plate—proved difficult. The oversized plate resisted all the available box sizes. Instinctively, I offered help and reassembled one of her boxes to fit the plate precisely. Kitty, watching with both amusement and admiration, called it brilliant.

She then brought out a reference book on her husband’s work. The exuberance of his designs, rooted in the lineage of Art Nouveau, seemed to fill the room with light. But when she spoke of him, words failed. Her eyes grew teary, and all she could manage was, “He was the kindest man.” I paused, gave her a long, knowing glance, and offered only silence in return—more interested in cheering her up than inviting grief.

When David and I finally parted from her, I lingered a moment amid the quiet exchange of goodbyes. Then, slowing my pace as we crossed the threshold, I turned and said softly, “God bless you, dear.”

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“The Seventh Watch”

August 6, 2025

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Ricardo Morin
The Seventh Watch
(Template Series, 5th panel)
Watercolor over paper
22” x 30”
2005

Introductory Note

Ricardo Morin is a writer and researcher of the history of thought as a dynamic and evolving practice—a student of unspoken gestures, a language stronger than words, especially when interlocutors no longer listen to each other. Drawing on reflections on the cycles of life and a personal experience approaching the last, he invites readers to consider how quiet vigilance and tenderness can shape a meaningful existence. The Seventh Watch emerges from decades of living attentively, offering a humble testament to dignity through perseverance and care.

71 Years

I’ve lived seventy-one years. That alone still surprises me—not because I ever expected an early end, but because each year has asked more of me than the last. There was no dramatic fall, no single crisis to point to. Just a slow, constant shaping—of the body, of temperament, of the will.

Illness didn’t come in childhood. It arrived later, in my early twenties, during a snowbound winter in Buffalo. I was just beginning to live on my own, full of ambition and unfinished dreams. The diagnosis was mononucleosis—but it wasn’t the name that mattered. It was the way it interrupted momentum, slowed my pace, and revealed something deeper: the lifelong task of learning to live within my own limits.

That was the beginning—not of a medical history, but of a different kind of vigilance. Not directed outward, but inward. A quiet realization took root: that survival, if it was to be meaningful, required not just endurance, but restraint. A way of protecting myself from myself. That discipline wasn’t harsh—it became a kind of devotion. Not to self-denial, but to finding the clarity of a peaceful mind. To living with more care than urgency.

I don’t see illness as noble, but I do see in it a mirror—not for the pain, but for the truth it reflects. What can be tended, what must be relinquished, what deserves attention. I don’t claim wisdom from illness, but I recognize what it’s taught me to let go of: illusion, pride, and the frantic chase after things that do not last—such as the accumulation of wealth or power.

I’ve come to think of it simply as endurance—the kind illness teaches when you stop resisting and begin listening. There’s an ethical arc in this awareness—not born of dogma or belief, but shaped by experience. It bends not toward triumph, but toward tenderness.

This isn’t a story of pathology. It’s a story of attention—of refining the self without hardening it. Of discovering that maturity means knowing when to persist and when to pause. That the quiet act of sustaining one’s life—daily, attentively—is its own form of courage.

I never set out to write a testament. But seventy-one years in, I see the outlines more clearly. And in that, there is dignity.

Yet, dignity is not a reward. It arrives without announcement, without ceremony. It builds slowly—through the daily rituals of rising, of choosing what to carry and what to set down. It does not shield one from sorrow, nor make suffering easier to bear. But it gives the days a certain weight.

I’ve come to cherish that weight—not as a burden, but as proof. Proof that I’ve lived through each season not untouched, but intact. And that, even now, the task is not to escape life’s demands, but to meet them with steadiness.

What I’ve learned isn’t mine alone. Anyone who lives long enough will be asked to reckon with time—not as a thief, but as a sculptor. Illness, especially, teaches us how little control we truly have—yet how much presence we’re still capable of. It humbles and joins us. Not in sameness, but in mutual recognition.

Endurance, I’ve found, is not passive. It’s not about waiting for pain to pass. It is active, quiet, often unseen. It means choosing how to live when choice feels narrow. It means tending to life not with haste, but with attention.

There is no finish line to this work. Just the quiet act of continuing.

So I continue—not because I must, but because life, even in its reduced dimensions, still offers room for meaning. Some days that meaning is faint. Other days it is simply the act of rising, or writing a letter, or remembering the snow. But it is there. And as long as it is, I remain.

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“A Festering Wound”

August 6, 2025

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Elders and chiefs from the 21 First Nation signatories of the Robinson Huron Treaty at the June 17, 2023, announcement of the proposed settlement. Standing at left: Gimaa Craig Nootchtai (Atikameksheng Anishnawbek); centre: Gimaa Dean Sayers. Photograph by Jenny Lamothe. Courtesy of SooToday / Anishinabek News.

Introduction

The 2023 Robinson Huron Treaty settlement announcement—captured in a widely circulated image of leaders and Elders assembled in solidarity—marks a moment of continuity in Indigenous governance once silenced by colonial displacement. I write not as a member of these communities, nor as a Canadian citizen, but as an observer who engages with testimony and documented evidence. Beneath the natural serenity of Parry Sound lies a wound deepened by continued neglect, one that requires not only recognition but structural change.

The Truth and Reconciliation Commission’s 94 Calls to Action, issued in 2015, outlined a comprehensive plan across justice, health, and education. Nearly a decade later, the Yellowhead Institute reports that only 13 of the 94 have been completed—and none in 2023. This inaction reveals the gap between commitment and execution, showing how reconciliation remains more rhetorical than structural.

It is telling that the tensions between First Nation tribes and Canadian institutions reveal how a country that celebrates cultural diversity can remain in conflict with its Indigenous peoples.

By Ricardo Morin, August 6, 2025; Isabella Island, Parry Sound, Ontario, Canada.

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The boat across Parry Sound glides over still water, southward to Isabella Island. The surrounding beauty—dense pines, scattered rock formations, and open sky—stands in sharp contrast to what my cousin Marc reveals once we disembark: that beneath this serene northern Ontario landscape lies a persistent story of abuse, erasure, and systemic abandonment. Marc, a seasoned youth justice specialist in Ontario’s legal system, has spent over thirty years advising police departments and courts on indictments involving minors. His experience covers nearly every youth murder case in the province, but his most wrenching insights, he says, do not come from what the law sees—but from what it omits.

This omission is not accidental. The First Nations peoples of this region—the Anishinaabeg, including the Ojibway, Odawa, and Potawatomi—have lived for generations under policies that turned colonial violence into institutional neglect. Residential schools, operated primarily by churches and endorsed by the Canadian government, aimed to assimilate Indigenous children by forcibly removing them from their families and culture. Physical and sexual abuse, malnutrition, and psychological trauma were widespread. The Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada, which published its final report in 2015, called this system “cultural genocide.” Yet despite official acknowledgment, its legacy remains embedded in law enforcement, education, housing, and incarceration.

As Marc recounts, the present-day effects are not merely residual—they are cumulative. Indigenous communities in the Parry Sound district, he explains, are often subjected to outright racist harassment. He described instances where Indigenous people have been kidnapped by white residents, driven miles from their communities, and abandoned in the freezing wilderness—half-dressed, humiliated, and physically endangered; some have died. These are not rare stories. They are carried in silence, in mistrust, in patterns of disappearance and criminalization. “Depression and petty crimes,” Marc continues, “lead Indigenous youth to prison. But it is Indigenous women who suffer most.”

Today, nearly 70 percent of Ontario’s incarcerated female population is Indigenous—a figure that defies proportionality and demands scrutiny. The equivalent male figure is 20 percent, itself shockingly high. What accounts for the extreme overrepresentation of Indigenous women? Neutral data suggest a convergence of risk factors: intergenerational trauma, poverty, lack of access to healthcare, disrupted education, and systemic police bias. Indigenous women are also the most frequent targets of domestic and sexual violence, often left unprotected by a justice system that fails to recognize their vulnerability until it criminalizes their survival. They are far more likely to be imprisoned for crimes rooted in trauma—substance-related offenses, minor thefts, or breaches of conditional release. In these cases, incarceration substitutes for care; silence substitutes for accountability.

Legal frameworks fail to acknowledge this chain of causation. Where the justice system claims impartiality, it often operates as a mechanism of historical amnesia. Political neutrality becomes moral indifference. The courtroom speaks in terms of individual guilt, severed from social context. What justice omits is precisely what history insists upon: that a wound, left untreated, does not heal—it deepens.

Resistance has not been absent. Local First Nations have organized to reclaim land rights, restore language, and establish health services rooted in traditional knowledge. Movements as Idle No More and the work of leaders such as Cindy Blackstock and Tanya Talaga have elevated the national conscience. Yet the machinery of redress moves slowly. Reports are written, apologies are issued, commissions are concluded. Meanwhile, communities remain under-resourced, youth remain vulnerable, and women continue to disappear—sometimes into institutions, sometimes into obscurity.

This essay does not indict any single actor. It seeks to illuminate what institutions routinely fail to see: that harm is not only historical but structured; that healing is not only personal but political; and that justice, without history, risks becoming an empty performance.

The waters of Parry Sound appear peaceful, yet they conceal the contradiction of a nation that pledges reconciliation while leaving it incomplete. Between 2015 and 2023, only 13 of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission’s 94 Calls to Action were implemented—none in the last year. Such inaction does not erase testimony; it amplifies the wound. I cannot claim to speak for First Nations, but I can bear witness to the record, to the words of those who live these realities, and to the silence that persists when promises remain unmet. Healing requires more than acknowledgment; it requires accountability and the structural change that Indigenous voices have long demanded. The role of an outsider, if it has any legitimacy, is not to dictate, but to listen, to learn, and to make visible what is already being said.

Appendix: Sources and Monitoring Data

  • Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada, Final Report: Volume 5: The Legacy. Montreal & Kingston: McGill‑Queen’s University Press, 2015. (This report includes 94 Calls to Action across justice, education, health, etc.)

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Footnotes

[1]. Office of the Correctional Investigator, “Annual Report, 2020–2021.” Ottawa: Office of the Correctional Investigator, 2021. (This report documents that Indigenous women represent over 50% of federally incarcerated women in Canada. It contrasts this alarming rise with the still-high but less sharply increasing incarceration of Indigenous men.)

[2]. Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada, Final Report, Volume 5: The Legacy. Montreal and Kingston: McGill-Queen’s University Press, 2015. (This volume establishes a historical continuum between residential school trauma and present-day legal inequities. Drawing on survivor testimony, it details the systemic removal of children, cultural suppression, and intergenerational psychological effects.)

[3]. Statistics Canada, “Women in Canada: A Gender-based Statistical Report.” Ottawa: Government of Canada, 2020. (This statistical overview highlights gender-specific incarceration trends and emphasizes the overrepresentation of Indigenous women in custody, often for administrative or non-violent infractions.)

[4]. Public Safety Canada, “Risk Assessment and Indigenous Offenders.” Ottawa: Government of Canada, 2016. (This government report analyzes how standard risk assessment tools disproportionately assign higher security levels to Indigenous offenders—especially women—owing to trauma-linked factors that are misread as criminogenic.)

[5]. Parliamentary Budget Officer, “Costing Restorative Justice Programs.” Ottawa: Office of the Parliamentary Budget Officer, 2020. (This study notes the disparity in funding and access to restorative justice programs, which shows how Indigenous women receive fewer diversionary options than men or youth and reflects systemic neglect.)

[6]. Department of Justice Canada, “Indigenous Overrepresentation in the Criminal Justice System.” Ottawa: Government of Canada, 2018. (This policy brief provides statistical data on pretrial detention, bail denial, and sentencing outcomes; it underscores administrative causes of Indigenous overrepresentation in prison, particularly among women.)

[7]. Tanya Talaga: Seven Fallen Feathers: Racism, Death, and Hard Truths in a Northern City. Toronto: House of Anansi Press, 2017. (Through the investigation of seven Indigenous youth deaths in Thunder Bay, this book exposes a pattern of institutional failure and systemic racism within policing, education, and the Canadian justice system.)

[8]. Idle No More, “About the Movement.” Saskatoon: Idle No More, 2012–present. https://idlenomore.ca/about-the-movement/. (This official web page traces the origins, aims, and activities of the Idle No More movement, which arose in defense of Indigenous sovereignty and the environment. It emphasizes the vital leadership role of Indigenous women in mobilization and education.)

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“Questions That Hold Their Answers”

August 3, 2025

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Ricardo Morin
Sonata Series
Each 30″x 22″= 60″h x 66″ overall
Watercolor on paper
2003

By Ricardo Morin

August 3, 2025

The Whittington chime, though rooted in the specific historical and ecclesiastical context of St. Mary-le-Bow in London, speaks in a language far broader than its origins. Every fifteen minutes, its melody punctuates the passage of time—not with dominance or insistence, but with a sequence of tones that seem to lean toward attentiveness rather than control. It does not call; it invites. Its fourfold phrasing unfolds with the day and carves it gently into intervals of awareness.

The hour does not ask to be heard.

It leans, it yields, it breathes.

In four phrases, time steps into its own shadow—

Not to rule, but to be received.

The first phrase is sparse and anticipatory. It announces nothing—yet it creates space for something to begin. The second phrase, slightly more confident, suggests that the shape of what’s coming may already be present in what has been. The third phrase swells with fullness, as though recognizing that something unspoken has come to form. And the fourth does not repeat or resolve—it releases. A soft culmination, an unforced closure. Nothing more is needed.

Four phrases like footprints.

Not forward, but inward.

The last does not complete the first—

It simply continues without demand.

Time is neither summoned nor announced—it is welcomed in silence. The melody performs a quiet orienting function. It makes no claims, prescribes no doctrine, and excludes no one. It requires attention, not belief. It passes through space and enters those who allow it, and in doing so, it reveals time not as a line to be followed, but as a vessel to be filled.

There is no message, only rhythm.

No doctrine, only form.

Not a path to walk,

But a shape to inhabit.

This surrender—this subtle willingness to listen—is not weakness, nor is it a form of passivity. It is a kind of interior readiness, a posture of faith in what does not insist upon itself. As one hears the chime at a distance—through open window, across an empty street, or at the center of a sleepless night—it becomes clear that regularity is not rigidity. It is a form of grounding, a pulse that reminds us of something more than measurement: the possibility that rhythm itself is a form of remembering.

Some things endure not because they hold us fast—

But because they return.

Each return is a soft petition:

Are you listening now?

To be transformed by time, the vessel must remain open. And openness is not emptiness in the deficient sense, but the fullness of a receptivity that listens before it responds. There are patterns here, but they do not bind. They unfold. Each phrase in the chime allows what came before to echo—faintly, without repetition—and then continues without imitation. It does not search for novelty, nor does it cling to what has passed.

It simply arrives.

An echo does not ask for an answer.

It waits until the shape of silence

Begins to sing it back.

In this way, the melody becomes an offering. And if there is meaning to be found in its intervals, it is not imposed from without. It is disclosed in the act of listening. Each person who hears it becomes part of its form, not by adding to it, but by receiving it. And in receiving, they are also shaped.

Some questions do not seek reply.

They seek a place to rest.

They carry their answers folded within—

Waiting only to be heard.

We often think of arrival as the end of something—as the completion of a search. But perhaps it is not the final step that matters most. Perhaps what matters is the quiet unfolding that prepares us to meet it. The chime does not deliver anything. It accompanies. It affirms that movement can be gentle, that order can serve grace, and that meaning is not attained, but awakened …

… —gently, without insistence.

It arrives, and we recognize it—

Not because we were waiting,

But because we were listening.

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“A Memorandum on Knowing Oneself”

August 2, 2025

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Ricardo Morin
Triangulation 40
22″ x 30″
Body color, sanguine, sepia and Sumi ink on paper
2008


By Ricardo Morin

August 2, 2025

Bala Cynwyd, Pennsylvania

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There are nights when sleep does not bring rest, but fire. Waking comes not from habit, but from the certainty that something must be understood. Not in a romantic sense of inspiration, but from the need to bring coherence to what is felt and remembered. Writing becomes a form of release: a counterweight to fatigue, an effort that both exhausts and restores.

Some days end in hollow silence, especially after confronting old wounds or noting the latent tensions in family history. What begins as scattered, even frantic thought gradually takes shape. A curve appears: from confusion to focus, and from focus to clarity. In that quiet progression, peace returns.

This rhythm is not chosen for comfort. It comes with broken sleep, exposed emotions, and an urgency born not of excess, but of necessity. Circumstances press in. When thought accelerates and the need to give it form becomes insistent, it is not excess but response.

Yet, nothing in this process happens in isolation. Even when no voices are named, no clarity arises without attunement with others—some near, some distant, some unknown. The work does not emerge from a single hand, but from a convergence of attentiveness, reflection, and exchange. Support comes not as authorship or possession, but as atmosphere, influence, and a presence that accompanies.

What is written here is not a record to own, nor a declaration to be remembered. It is a mark—a point of reference, placed not out of fear, but with lucidity. Whether revisited or left behind, it offers a place to return to if the journey darkens again. Nothing more is asked of it. Nothing less is owed.

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“The New Face of Old Tyranny: …

August 1, 2025

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… The Persistence of Francoist Nostalgia and the Discomfort Beneath It”

Ricardo Morin
Half Republican, Half Falangist
CGI
2005

By Ricardo Morin

August 1, 2025

One cannot assess the Spanish political climate without acknowledging the rise of VOX, a far-right party founded in 2013 by former members of the conservative Partido Popular. Since 2018, VOX has gained traction by opposing regional autonomy, feminist legislation, and immigration, while defending a nationalist agenda that includes the revision—or outright rejection—of Spain’s historical reckoning with Francoism.

It is the symptom of a deeper democratic disillusionment. What resurfaces is not spontaneous historical memory, but a political and cultural framework that reasserts itself when the social agreements binding the present begin to fray. VOX’s references to the Franco regime are rarely doctrinaire or explicit, but they are unmistakable in the party’s rejection of the Democratic Memory Law, its exaltation of national unity as a sacred and untouchable principle, its condemnation of the autonomous state model, and its appeal to a so-called “natural order” that treats hierarchy, the traditional family, and social inequality as if they were objective facts of history.

What is most concerning is not that voices like these exist—they always have—but that they have regained institutional power and cultural legitimacy. Dissatisfaction with the political system, fatigue with ineffective parliamentary politics, and a growing sense of identity displacement feed into a shared national unease. This unease can be felt across a wide spectrum: small business owners who perceive the state as hostile, or young people who find no meaning in a hollow, bureaucratized political language. The grievances vary, but the far right offers a single channel: the emotional simplification of conflict—transforming fear into obedience, and uncertainty into wounded pride.

Within this framework, VOX presents itself as the only political actor with a unified narrative. Its strength does not lie in public policy, but in assertion. It offers no coherent platform of governance, but instead proposes a reactive, exclusionary identity. And here the progressive response often falters. While the institutional left—represented by the PSOE and remnants of Unidas Podemos—relies on rhetorical frames worn down by official discourse, segments of the academic and cultural intelligentsia (particularly university-affiliated think tanks and subsidized editorial circuits) have retreated into a ritualized defense of democracy, without reassessing its principles or renewing the language through which it is explained. Repeating just causes through exhausted formulas turns even the noblest ideas into noise.

Worse still, in the name of pluralism—or out of fear of being labeled sectarian—certain cultural institutions (El País, publishing houses like Taurus, or high-profile forums such as the Círculo de Bellas Artes) have offered platforms to reactionary voices under the pretext of open debate. In doing so, they have helped normalize a discourse that steadily unravels the ethical agreements underpinning democratic life. What is framed as tolerance may, in fact, be a form of structural surrender.

Spain’s history is burdened with wounds that were never fully closed. The political pacts of the Transition, born of necessity, opted for shared silence as the price of institutional stability. That silence allowed for peace, but left the past unresolved. Today, as new efforts—like the Democratic Memory Law—begin to reshape that narrative, fear returns: fear that to acknowledge historical violence might destabilize the present. VOX exploits this fear not with policy, but with symbolic refuge—offering a home to a version of Spain that feels lost.

The responsibility of the intellectual class is not to reassert inherited certainties or rehearse moral slogans. It is to sustain complexity: to resist the lure of simplification, to acknowledge the fatigue of progressive frameworks without falling into cynicism, and to offer new ways of thinking that preserve both rigor and empathy. Because while reactionary discourse gains ground through simplification, critical thought must hold its ground in nuance—even if nuance isn’t viral, even if it doesn’t win applause.

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Annotated Bibliography

Preston, Paul: The Spanish Holocaust: Inquisition and Extermination in Twentieth-Century Spain. New York: W.W. Norton, 2012. (A comprehensive history of political and ideological violence during and after the Spanish Civil War, this work provides essential background for understanding the roots and continued appeal of Francoist narratives in Spain.)

Snyder, Timothy: On Tyranny: Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century. New York: Tim Duggan Books, 2017. (This compact, cautionary text distills key lessons from the collapse of democracies in 20th-century Europe and offers reflections that resonate strongly with contemporary authoritarian rhetoric.)

Stanley, Jason: How Fascism Works: The Politics of Us and Them. New York: Random House, 2018. (An incisive study of fascist techniques and psychological mechanisms, this book helps explain how divisive identity politics and historical denial function in modern ultranationalist movements.)

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