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For having a democracy (and in order to have a democracy), we need not only the compliance of the laws, we also need that these laws be democratic laws.

Yesterday, Spain, suffered a sad and deep democratic regression, or perhaps It showed that its democracy has the roots in the dark earth of the former dictatorial regime. What happened was that a non binding votation was forbidden to catalan people. A votation that only wanted to ask people about their wishes of starting a process to change the Constitution. For having a democracy, and in order to have a democracy, we need not only the compliance of the laws, we also need that these laws be democratic laws. If the Spanish Constitution doesn't allow a non binding votation to ask catalan people their will about the decission of starting a process to change this Constitution ( to start a legal process through legal state's mechanisms)... if this happens this fact means that this Constitution is not a democratic constitution. The idea that expresses that this constitution is not a democratic constitution is not a crazy idea. This Constitution was born in the first times after the dictator Franco, when the winds of the dictatorship still blew. In those times, people could only decide between this Constitution and a dark and dangerous future without clear enough rights.
Besides... Mr Rajoy, the president of Spain, didn't tell the truth when he said on monday that “no one group of Spaniards could take decisions on sovereignty that affected the whole country” In fact, the votation wasn't convoked to take decisions on sovereignty that affected the whole country but to ask to the catalan people if they wanted to start a change in the constitution through legal steps and under the spanish laws. This fact means that Mr Rajoy did not read, or did not understand, the parameters of the votation, or that perhaps he really was lying.  


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