Blaquier’s death gave rise to the starkest and most violent version of denialism. The funeral notices in La Nación the following day exhibited a fresco of the tip of the social pyramid, of continuous power, and at the same time, its ancient and perennial predilection for final solutions when their currencies are at stake.
Three hundred people kidnapped and tortured, and 33 disappearances. State terrorism cleared the mill of inconvenience to the deceased. He lived unmolested. He was sinister and amoral in other stages of his life as well. But no one ever touched him. He had some headaches when this country was a world outpost in penalizing genocide, but he always knew that above all else, in the judicial pyramid, he would find class solidarity.
So it was. They let him grow old in peace and deprived three hundred families and all of us of justice. That is power. That of money and the last name, which during all these decades was more pronounced associated with the Museum of Fine Arts than with Blackout Night and its 33 murders.
Those who signed his obituary extolling him for his virtues as an entrepreneur, what they said is that Blaquier is a role model, a teacher, they chose reverent words. That can only come from denialism.
But it is not a denialism that limits itself to denying. Like everyone. Rather than deny, denials affirm. No one who denies at this point that in this country people were kidnapped, tortured in clandestine camps, no one who denies that dozens of people still alive were thrown into the river, or that babies born to detainees who were later killed were systematically stolen. no one who denies that the practice of disappearance was a plus of perversion that until then was unknown, no one who denies the martyrdom and trauma of the tens of thousands of families who were never able to identify the bones of their loved ones much later, denies nothing . Because the truth is known and is one and is res judicata with all the guarantees of due process.
Those who deny all this do not deny; they are claiming that they condone all that hell because never, ever in history, has a dominant power stopped by scruples or honor. He has the honor of the mafia. Don’t give yourself away
All Blaquier’s obituaries justify the genocide, not mentioning it, editing it from the biography of the famous dead in the lineage of Cain. They have never admitted nor will they ever admit that they were managers and accomplices of a tragedy against humanity, that is, of something so aberrant that it is beyond human to be monstrous. They continue to display themselves as superior because they feel superior, because being cruel makes them feel better, because impunity stimulates them, because the fact that Blaquier died with impunity affirms them.
On the 24th there will be a full square, hopefully incredibly full. May the response to these provocations and the wave of releases and benefits for life sentences be a new collective vote for Nunca Más. This is not Argentina 1985. It is Argentina 2023. A year in which old ghosts of horror circulate around the world again, and here the same power device that caused the coup of 76 is ready for a new blow.
And then to court. Because it was this Court that saved Blaquier from jail. By omission. Because this Court was always the guarantor that the false illustrious deserved a royal obituary in La Nación. Because this Court is the one that opens the door to embarrassing benefits for the convicted, such as the “recreational outings” for Sánchez Zinny, or the freedom of Fotea, the one from the gang of the Holy Cross. Because it is this Court that is institutionally burning the never again
