The person speaking to you had been hired by a producer in the city of Tucumán to record several programs for a radio station in that city and for a television channel.
It was a Sunday. Half an hour ago, a soccer match between the teams from Germany and Argentina had ended in Mexico. ARGENTINA CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!. For the Argentines, everything was happiness, a kind of blindness that multiplied in our people. Who could judge another by his feelings? Perhaps happiness is not everything that we feel as happiness? Or could someone tell us that passion is not happiness?
The Argentine team had won, in a vibrant match, and became world champion against Germany by 3 goals against 2. The hardness of the match was seen in the number of yellow cards: 6 in total, four for Argentina and two for the rivals.
We Argentines were obviously happy. A legitimate pride, filled the hearts of millions of people in all corners of our country.
The names of Maradona, Valdano, Burruchaga, Héctor Enrique, were on everyone’s lips. A passion had been unleashed.
A healthy, understandable passion, related to the satisfaction that sporting triumphs provide and even more so if they are at an international level.
But there was a lot of negative in the episode that I had to witness in Tucumán.
I had finished recording a television program, when I saw hundreds of young people and some not so young, who advanced singing and shouting. This happened in one of the main streets of the city of Tucumán.
The songs were tinged with some rude expressions, totally unnecessary for a festive day. Because “passion is open. But fanaticism, which is usually close to passion, is always closed”.
And from words out of place, he went on to deeds out of place.
Some youths carried stones and sticks. Others, a kind of clubs and with those weapons they began to damage parked vehicles, denting doors and fenders. And breaking windows and windshields.
The frenzy of the mob celebrated this absurd “feat” of causing harm for no reason. Because aimless evil is the greatest evil and the mob has no opinions. He has impulses.
But the worst is missing. Bewildered, I witnessed how a group of 20 or 30 people – a tiny minority – began to push and hit the people who were watching them from the edge of the sidewalks. That is, the damage for the damage itself. It is that the fanatic is a blind man. Even if you have good eyesight.
I remember that an enormous sadness began to invade me, due to the impossibility of doing something. And for not being able to understand how joy and passion could lead to violence.
That gratuitous aggression paralyzed me. Because the law of the strongest is the negation of the law.
And from that episode this aphorism arose in my mind
“Who needs to attack, needs to heal.”
Source: Ambito
