I've been having a few Spanish lessons at the Instituto Cervantes, and when I go there I feel like I'm entering enemy territory. This isn't because of the Spanish people, who are fine, if generally lacking a little style. It's something to do with the Instituto itself and something to do with the pupils, who are mainly retired bureaucrats, at least in the morning classes.
The Instituto itself is well into Equality, as is the political establishment in Spain. The library has an LGTB section, needless to say.
Pupils and staff sing from the same statist hymn book. I get particularly irritated when rich functionaries tell you that zoos are cruel to animals or that going out socialising may not be good for your health.
Frankly, most of them are moralistic, scrounging Fascists. Of course, they go camping and hiking, they love to travel, the whole world is their spectacle, belonging as they do to the resentful, hateful, middle. Their own pensions are well protected, you can be sure.
Meanwhile, the workers keep on working.
For all the Equality there aren't many 'workers' taking Spanish classes. There are, you see, different kinds of equality.
It's really not very much fun. They are the same sort of people you see in the Church of England or on a Gender Studies course -bigoted, prejudiced, condemning.
It's not very much fun, having to be earnestly hateful, I'm sure, and its hard to laugh when you are double checking for offensiveness.
Strangely enough, I never see any 'black' people there, except for the two women who clean the white folks' toilets. But that is the wonder of Equality.
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