Het zijn geen schokkende zaken die The Guardian vertelt in zijn uitgave van vandaag maar het opmerkelijke is wel dàt zoiets verschijnt. Men heeft zich duidelijk geïnformeerd bij Vlamingen wat vroeger omzeggens nooit het geval was. Een zéér goed en verhelderend artikel !
De opening is heel grappig : "Willy, de bloemist heeft genoeg van zijn koninkrijk. Hij is een onwillig onderdaan in een onbemind land." Dat zijn zinnen om de aandacht te vangen. Hij vervolgt dan met de miserie in Brussel waar je als drietalige voor racist versleten wordt als je Nederlands praat.
Over België weet de journalist in enkele zinnen een juist historisch beeld op te roepen : "Het is altijd een slagveld geweest. Van Waterloo over Passchendale tot de Ardennen leverden de wereldmachten hun oorlogen hier af. Nu wordt België verscheurd van binnen uit." (goed gezegd, niet ?). En onze Filip Dewinter komt ook aan bod : "Er bestaat geen Belgisch gevoel. Geen Belgische taal, geen Belgische natie, geen Belgisch Iets." (tussen haakjes, Dewinter spreekt en kent correct Engels).
Willy the florist has had enough of his kingdom. He is an unwilling subject of an unloved country. A middle-class father of 12-year-old twins running a thriving flower business in this small Dutch-speaking town on the eastern fringe of Brussels, Willy is reduced to obscene gesturing by the very mention of his country.
"Belgium?" he splutters. "That's something that doesn't exist. The national anthem? Nobody knows it. Nobody can sing it. The king? A parvenu. A dysfunctional family. We're not going to take it any more."
Willy is Flemish and proud of it. His native language is Dutch but like many Belgians he also speaks French and English. When he goes into Brussels on business, he complains, they call him a racist if he speaks in his own tongue.
He says French-speaking nurses wouldn't help his Dutch-speaking boy in hospital recently. And his comatose 80-year-old neighbour who was rushed to hospital? Same story. His wife didn't speak French and the doctors wouldn't speak Dutch. And if Willy - "don't use my full name, I've got a business to run here" - needs to go to court, that too will be in Brussels and the judges will speak French.
"The Flemish have shut up for too long. But now it's come to the point where we're not stupid any more. This country's sick. It's dying. Not right away. But it's terminal. Little by little, it's over. We will separate in the end."
A whiff of the Balkans is wafting through the heart of the EU. Belgium, a kingdom created by the great powers 177 years ago to keep the Dutch in their place and as a buffer between France and Germany, is falling apart. It has always been a battlefield. From Waterloo to Passchendaele and the Ardennes, the superpowers of their day brought their wars to Belgium. Now Belgium is under attack from within.
"There's no Belgian sentiment," says Filip Dewinter, the leader of the Vlaams Belang party of extreme Flemish nationalists. "There's no Belgian language. There's no Belgian nation. There's no Belgian anything."
Earlier this week, Mr Dewinter tried to gather support for a referendum on independence for Flanders, the larger, wealthier northern part of Belgium. His attempt in the Flemish parliament failed because the mainstream parties do not want to be associated with a party viewed as extremist, racist and rabble-rousing.
But opinion polls show support for an independent Flanders running at over 40% and rising. A country called Flanders is an entirely plausible prospect - a wealthy, successful, diligent country of six million. A smaller version of Holland. The mainstream Flemish parties currently struggling to form a government are also nationalist.
The crisis is a result of political failure and lack of leadership in a small country top-heavy with politicians. In a Belgium of 10.5 million people, there are 11 parties in the national parliament. Then there are another five parliaments organised on regional and linguistic criteria. There is not a single national politician or leader (bar King Albert) or a single national political party that straddles the linguistic and cultural north-south divide between Flanders and the southern region of francophone Wallonia.
"I don't know any federal state where you don't have national parties. Here the parties are purely local," says André Sapir, head of the Bruegel think tank in Brussels. "We are a federal state, but we have less and less of a common political framework."
Defining "Belgianness" is becoming a sorry national sport with loyalists struggling to come up with unifying factors or symbols that reinforce national identity apart from the underwhelming national football team or the royal family.
Geert Beekkman, however, is a Fleming who prefers a united Belgium to an independent Flanders. The air traffic controller at Brussels airport blames the crisis on the country's elites. "How can you divide a country of 10 million into two countries? And what do you do about Brussels? It's the politicians. They've just decided it's better to split the country."
Indeed, it's the political paralysis that is producing a Balkanised Belgium. One hundred days after national elections, Belgium is rudderless, its rival Dutch- and French-speaking politicians unable to agree on a new coalition of Christian Democrats and Liberals.
The Flemish Christian Democrat leader, Yves Leterme, won the elections and should be the new prime minister. But he is unacceptable to the Walloons because he is an ardent champion of greater autonomy for Flanders.
The Walloons want to keep Belgium because they get much more out of it. The public sector is twice as big in Wallonia as in Flanders, unemployment at 17% is also double the Flemish rate. Flanders is wealthy, successful, bigger and votes for the right, complaining endlessly that it is being hobbled by transfers of public money to Wallonia, which is smaller, poorer and tends to vote for the left.
French-speaking socialists have run Wallonia for a long time (although they lost in June) and Flemish nationalists quip that Wallonia is the last Soviet republic in Europe.
The verbal abuse on both sides is turning nasty. Many Flemish disparage the Walloons as lazy spongers who are too stupid to learn Dutch. Historically, the French speakers were the Belgian elite, lording it over the Flemish whom they viewed as country bumpkins. Beyond Brussels, the French- and the Dutch-speakers inhabit parallel worlds that rarely intersect or integrate. The tectonic plates of Germanic and Latin Europe rub up against each other along the line that separates Flanders from Wallonia just south of Brussels. The tremors are getting worse.
As the estrangement deepens, the city of Brussels runs in the opposite direction as Belgium's melting pot, which immensely complicates the strategies of separatists. The prospering EU capital is also home to Nato headquarters and a large immigrant population mainly from central Africa. Historically, Brussels is a Flemish city, but now it is a large French-speaking enclave in Flanders.
If push comes to shove, neither side would surrender Brussels, fuelling talk of extra-territoriality, turning the city into a post-national "capital of Europe". "Brussels is the last obstacle," says Bart De Wever, a Flemish party leader. "We would have divorced years ago if it wasn't for Brussels."
10 reacties op dit bericht
tjenne
Paarden"beef"steak heeft toch ooit "gehinnikt" !
Prachtig gedicht,jos.
UIt goede bron weet ik waar je naar toe gaat.
Gelukkig zal Kristien je uit de knoop halen en jouw wonden likken.
Uw zeer genegen,
Rudy
kent gij hem tjenne?
ik dacht eerder eens het verloop van die 100 dage onderhandelen te schetsen:
de toppolitici!
eerst werd ons reynders opgevoerd
die mocht wat in de kijker lopen
maar veel meer was het helaas niet
dan ons wat hete waalse lucht verkopen
gelukkig was daar nog dehaene
die zou dat varkentje eens wassen
maar wist al na een dag of acht
hoe laat het was en zou
met goeie kaarten passen
de stemmenkampioen stond al gereed
die scheen niet heel goed te beseffen
dat hij voor belgié reed, want op de
hoogdag van belgique, begon hij
't franse volkslied aan te heffen
die dag is het bergaf gegaan met yves
en kreeg hij niets dan "non" te horen
en hoe hij ook zijn best nog deed
het was bij voorbaat al verloren
de koning, van geen kwaad bewust
was met zijn nieuwe boot aan 't spelen
maar werd toch wel wat ongerust
toen men hem raadde om in allerijl
zich ten paleize te begeven
hij trof daar niets dan chaos aan
het werd hoogtijd om op te treden
maar met Van Rompuy in de baan
van 'observator' is voorlopig, denkt
men toch, een grote ramp vermeden
't is nu al meer dan 100 dagen
en nog is men geen stap vooruit
de tussenkomst der vorst ten spijt
komt het bij een zo rustig man als
herman zelfs stilaan zijn kele uit !
men denkt nu aan "een raad der wijzen"
ik glimlach als 'k die namen hoor
zoals van martens, claas en van dehaene
ik wens hen heel veel moed
en ik zou zeggen: "ga ervoor !"
Mijn goede vriend,Jos
Ja jos, hebt een probleem he. Die kristien is nog een geil ding zulle.
Denkt aan uwen tikker, he.
een rijmpje nivo demot
nooit gehoord van diene zot
dus zoals leterme zei op den tv
in uw kot demot
of op de pot !
Liefste jos
vooise rijmpjes tussendoor,
't zal niet baten geile jos
uwen rechtse haring
mot ik nie.
Demot : ontmaskerd !
Mijnheer (of mevrouw ?) Demot,
U bent nieuw op de blog, niet ? U was ons al opgevallen, maar nu zijn we zeker : u bent Kristien Hemmelinks !
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