The armed presence along the perimeter of Ħal Far—essentially, the border between ‘us’ and ‘them’—was a display of state power and a pretense of care for its loyal citizens. At once, it disciplined the diseased ‘other’ and fenced the rest off from it.
Perhaps, Konrad Mizzi fears that migrants rioting against injustice could inspire the Maltese electorate to follow their example. Luckily for him, it’s the migrants who seem to be the only ones pissed off enough to riot. Meanwhile, his electorate obediently swallows abuse.
Strangers’ prying eyes frighten me now. After the horrendous murder of Lassana Cisse, I became, for the first time, worried about my husband’s safety. I fear for his life.
Picking up rubbish can be perceived differently depending on the circumstances… and skin colour of those doing the cleaning.
Presently, Muslims in our schools can be compared to students who require a wheelchair but no ramps and easy access doors are built for them. Schools are not free of prejudice and do not make the necessary arrangements to provide these pupils favourable conditions for learning.
A review of a thought-provoking book which engages with Malta’s social anxieties such as its ambiguous contemporary history, and racial and class discrimination.
The reality of dead babies might be too much to swallow, and indifference to dead babies might strike a guilty chord or two. Thus, to free public conscience from sorrow and compassion for the dead children, a new story was injected in the media: The picture of the dead babies was staged.