In spite of the unprecedented political crisis, Joseph Muscat remained what a tattoo on his right bicep purportedly states: Invictus. He resigned on his own terms—bizarre outcome, considering the severity of the allegations implicating him in the Caruana Galizia murder cover up. We cannot fully comprehend it without finding out what sustained his baffling popularity.
We have collected a few stories and perspectives which contemplate on how national identity is constructed and what effect it has on our lives.
Contrary to what many want to make us believe, this republic is far from immaculate. Acknowledging this might help us resist the dirtier among us.
The core issue that underpins the conflict in Great Siege Square is whether the memory of the slain journalist can claim a place on the emblem of nationhood and whether she can be considered as part of the Maltese nation at all. It is the meaning of ‘the nation’ and who deserves to define it […]
Upon returning to Malta after a year in Oxford as a five-year-old, I had to face the challenges of integration all over again; made worse by the fact that I had completely forgotten Maltese and my parents were living in Sliema.
Reflections of a Maltese Muslim on belonging, ‘halfies’ and ‘oxymoron’ identities.
How the emblem of debauched foreign aristocracy became the ultimate symbol of Maltese identity.