When I watch a newscast, it doesn’t matter which channel, I imagine the announcer threatened with death by someone who holds his back a gun Whose trigger will pull if they don’t read what’s put in front of them. I am not saying that this happens, I am saying that I imagine it. Sometimes the threat does not materialize in a gun, but in the continuity of a salary, although this salary is also a fantastic idea. I like to speculate at the same time with the idea that someone hidden behind my sofa will plunge a dagger between my shoulder blades. if I don’t believe the news I hear, that is, if I don’t believe the official story.
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There is a great Argentine film from 85 that is titled in this way, ‘The official story’. It is about a woman who cannot have children, and to whom her husband, a gyrfalcon of the Videla dictatorship, gives a girl who has been taken from a detainee tortured to death. The woman believes that the girl has been abandoned and that they have actually done a charity work by picking her up. In other words, the official story is believed. Little by little, however, in a perfectly graduated incident, cracks begin to appear in that hoax told by the armed military and their media arms. They are small contradictions, small loose testimonials that they do not fit into the global puzzle and that, by accumulation, they are undermining the edifice of certainties from which this good woman lived. That is where the terror begins and the dilemma of facing the truth, and bearing its consequences, or looking the other way.
Always, in democracies too, there is an official story. There is a pact between those of us who listen to it and those who tell it to us: we will believe it if you tell it to us correctly. In that “tell it well & rdquor; Included are, among other ingredients, the gun, the salary, and the knife. We are speaking, in other words, of what politicians refer to as “the battle of the story & rdquor ;. What is important is not reality, but the perception of reality. When watching the news, listening to the radio or reading the newspapers, we may notice that the story is riddled with gaps, fissures, and inexplicable contradictions. But usually we prefer to look the other way because we also notice, behind our back, the point of the knife, whatever that knife is.