The flag

It is not the only one there is, but it usually always is. How is it that the Spanish flag, also called 'estanquera' or rojigualda, in Spanish, sooner or later ends up appearing when there is some statement or demonstration 'against' something, and so rarely in favor?I do not know the situation in Ceuta well enough to formulate an in-depth opinion on it, and that is by no means what I intend to do. All in all, I have the impression that we are facing a case where everyone has done practically everything late and poorly: the Spanish government has acted with a lack of speed only attributable to the holiday period, something unjustifiable from an institutional point of view, and the opposition parties have swooped down like hyenas on the inhabitants of the autonomous city and also on the people who have tried to enter from Morocco, only to achieve a miserable electoral gain. The Federation of Municipalities and Provinces of the State has also made an appearance, which did not take long to call for a markedly partisan mobilization with a slogan that is undoubtedly perverse and adulterated: everyone knows that the demonstrations called in front of the town halls were not so much aimed at supporting Ceuta as at protesting for the umpteenth time against the supposed 'illegitimate government' of Pedro Sánchez. Or at most, to vindicate the traces of a not-so-distant colonial past in a city that is also supposedly Spanish… In North Africa. And within this breeding ground, of course, the Spanish flag could not be missing.It is the one they bring out when they want to repress the yearnings for freedom of any of the peoples or nations that currently form part of the State (at least partially, as is the case with Euskal Herria and the Catalan Countries, which also extend into other states such as France, Andorra, and Italy). It is the one that the LGBTIQ+ community often finds right in front of their noses when the reactionary right protests against laws that protect their physical and emotional integrity. It is the flag that usually comes out during competitions and when other countries are crushed, especially in sports mostly practiced by men, and also when there are conflicts with other states, such as the United Kingdom, with Perejil, and Morocco, in this latest migratory but also territorial crisis. It is a flag that says, with three colored stripes, something similar to the “go get them” that we have heard shouted at the top of their lungs by members of the State security forces who are supposedly meant to protect citizens, and not beat them up. It is the flag of “Spain is one, and not fifty-one” (which is not usually said, naturally, in Catalan), and the one that sometimes loses the current coat of arms of the Bourbon restoration and recovers the eagle that presided over it for forty ignominious years. It is the flag of no, the flag of “tough luck,” the flag of those who strike and who unfortunately only tend to take to the streets when anger and desires for destruction push them to do so. To go against. Rarely in favor.It is not my flag.