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"They felt the hoof of rape..."

2026-03-11 11:13:54Pikëpamje SHKRUAR NGA ADRIAN THANO
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By Adrian Thano

We are a hot-blooded people when it comes to our narrow space. A speck of injustice on what we call 'ours' is enough to ignite our anger like a fuse. A sidelong glance, a badly parked car, a handful of pushed earth turn into battlefields where we defend with our teeth what "belongs to us". Even a useless trifle of everyday life is enough to bring us out of ourselves.

Then imagine a pickpocket snatching your wallet on the bus or your bag on the street. Our revolt here, rightly, knows no bounds. We light up like a fuse, we demand accountability, we denounce, we want to see the thief caught and punished immediately.

But what happens when someone steals from us all at once?

The billions stolen in tenders, concessions, fictitious invoices, favoritism, this whole machinery that steals from us with letters and stamps, does not produce the same anger. Rather, it produces a divided anger, a new division.

Maybe because for many of us, corruption seems abstract, big numbers, files, procedures. Maybe because we don't see "with our eyes" the moment when our money is taken. Maybe because we don't have the person who has put his arm deep in our pockets in front of us. Maybe.

But this theft is just as concrete. It is our money that we give him plus every day for every liter of fuel we buy, every water and energy bill, in the VAT that is withheld from us for bread, milk, clothes. It is money that comes from sacrifice, the expense of a lifetime. We have simply entrusted it to someone in the hope that they will return it in services.

He or she turns them into yachts, villas, into a luxurious life that we pay for out of obligation.

The corrupt is simply a pickpocket of gigantic proportions. He steals from us all in silence, spreading the damage in thousands of small payments that we don't feel until we realize that we have been born poor in a rich country. He kills not only the opportunities for more. He also destroys morality, hope, the desire to live in your country.

It is he who has killed the smile on our streets. He has made us all gloomy, rude, aggressive, distrustful.

Silence in the face of it, when it stems from powerlessness, can be understandable. When the system rises up like an uncontrollable monster, surrender is often a survival instinct. Many of us simply no longer believe in change and close ourselves off in our shell of apathy.

But our tragic paradox begins where silence ends and the shameful advocacy of corruption begins. The phenomenon becomes frightening when the individual begins to passionately defend the corrupt. The victim defends exactly the one who has robbed him. Public theft begins to be relativized with infantile justifications such as "everyone steals" or "others would do the same."

At this point, the logic of the citizen dies and its place is taken by the instinct of the fan who shouts in the stadium about the color of the jersey.

A society is not destroyed only by those who steal from it. He who accepts theft, or defends it, destroys it just as much. The passage of time has blinded him to the sense of justice. He even strikes at justice when it rises to act. The most naive of them do not even understand that the hand he is kissing is the hand that keeps him poor.

He has condemned himself to live "under the hoof of rape."


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