The 15th night of protest on Ferraz Street, on the day in which Pedro Sánchez swore his oath of office before the King, has fulfilled a good part of the canon of the others and five violent days that until now have been living in this campaign against the amnesty law, against the PSOE and against the president of the Government. But on this occasion not because of an end with a police charge, beatings – which have been testimonial -, arrests and injuries, but because of the anger of the protesters as the axis of the riot.
At eleven o’clock this Friday night, the riot police of the UIP Central of the National Police They prepared to break up the crowd, nearly 3,000 people led by about two hundred of the most radical ultras. The agents began to put pressure after that violent vanguard had been thoroughly used in the throwing objects and large firecrackers against the police cordon and the press. A La Sexta worker was hit, although without consequences.
On this occasion, despite the overwhelming anger of the protesters, the police have been spared the burden and the races. There was a time when The escrache found themselves surrounded on all sides by riot police with shields and batons drawn. Inside, in the middle of the concentration, it was Vox deputy Javier Ortega-Smith rebuking the police for closing the circle. The deployment of riot police opened an exit towards Pintor Rosales Street and some of the most angry, perhaps fearing arrests – there are 63 of them and they are already reducing the group -, began to abandon the fence.
People began to follow them out while violence persisted between a hundred individuals on Ferraz Street. When those cloaked in that hard core turned and saw themselves alone, the rage with which, only half an hour before, they had They had managed to dismantle and overcome the police wall of metal fences, tearing off and throwing the zip ties, firecrackers, pieces of metal, smoke flares and all types of alcoholic beverage containers. The police then herded them towards Marqués de Urquijo Street. The riot police had not granted them the charge either at the time or from the side they expected.
The bottle
A large quantity of beer cans and bottles of soda and liquor It was left on the ground after this concentration passed; So much so that a cleaning brigade from the Madrid city council had to be deployed on Ferraz Street with a truck collecting the containers. The scene was like that of a post-botellón.
And in a way that has been the fight against the socialist federal headquarters this Friday. Although the slogan “it’s not a party, it’s a protest” which is transmitted by megaphone in the escraches, this went from the angriest shouts, insults, threats and the repeated singing of Face to the Sun with arms raised to a kind of tribal dance of young people in tracksuits to the music of some powerful speakers. Its soundtrack has been composed of, among others, dense rock songs such as Blas de Lezo, from Skinstorm, or Revuelta, from the band D250. Choralized, this song has been integrated as another Falangist anthem.
The pressure once again overwhelmed those gathered in the streets of Argúelles, the Madrid neighborhood that the extreme right and the extreme right are trying to turn into a small nighttime Maidan against the amnesty. It is a stage in which the same choreography is performed every night: first the inauguration of the escrache by older people and young fundamentalists Catholics and Voxists perched on the steps of the Church of the Immaculate Heart, which comes on a platform of prayers and soflames these days.
Then the route that the extremists have followed through some nearby bars ends in Ferraz, these with much fewer flags. At most some from Spain with the shield cut out as a sign of contempt for the monarchy and several esteladas to set fire to before the cameras of the hated conventional television.
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Finally, the treachery against the police and journalists. “We didn’t start any trouble, we just demonstrated,” a participant at the Ferraz Street site told this newspaper minutes before the police installed their wall. Fifty-year-old, with the Spanish flag folded neatly in his hands, felt obliged to excuse himself: “Young people make trouble…But we have all been young, right?”
And this is a robotic portrait of the algrades after 15 days of evolution: first the retired bourgeoisie or on the verge of retirement, the one that hailed the former Madrid president Esperanza Aguirre when, two weeks ago, he started blocking the street; then, young chandaleros, with scarves and masks covering their faces… and an arsenal made up of the flares that they were prohibited from bringing to the Santiago Bernabéu and the beer cans that they decant between screams of “Sánchez, die.”