Ir al contenido principal

Spain's King Abdicated. What Now?

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/octavio-salazar/spain-king-abdicate_b_5433445.html


After the surprising news this week -- which was not, in fact, surprising, given that the abdication of King Juan Carlos has long been bandied about as the most realistic way for the Spanish monarchy to bring its institutional crisis to an end -- the many questions now emerging are two-fold.

The first, which is the purely legal-constitutional question, is the easiest to resolve, mostly because there's political will to make it happen though not particularly because our laws actually foresaw this occasion with any detail. The Spanish constitution limits itself, in Article 57.5, to asserting that, "Abdications and renunciations and whatever question of fact or of right that occurs in the order of succession to the Crown will be resolved by organic national law."

As such, the immediate next steps will consist of the courts approving said law via, we suppose, an expedited process. Thus in many ways it will be the court system that will give the abdication its content, and will outline the processes and timeline for Prince Felipe's elevation to the throne. This urgency, however, makes manifest a problem that many of us constitutionalists have long criticized: the absence of specific regulation regarding the institutional positioning of the king, his heir, and all other possible exceptional and/or interim situations that can come up when leadership is supported through family continuity and not the electoral process. And that's not to mention the embarrassing persistence of male preference in succession to the throne, as outlined in Article 57, which our mediocre elected officials have shown neither the desire nor the courage to reform in the past more than 30 years.

With the legal question resolved (which, I repeat, I do believe will be easily covered), I fear that the issue that will really linger is the whole romantic-patriotic-journalistic exaltation over the figure of the king (from whom I won't take away credit due, but nor will I overlook errors made). This may be the most important of the post-abdication issues we face. For me, as a jurist and a citizen, it's the one that sounds alarms in my democratic soul. I'm referring to the debate over the leadership of the state -- a debate that can no longer be conditional on dead weight from a historic moment. That is, arguments of import during the transition to democracy lack value, or at least lack such value, now, three decades later. This is because the increasing loss of prestige of an institution that, per se, supports itself on the excellence of its subjects or ceases to make sense, but also because political maturity demands the revision of various clauses from the 1978 Spanish constitution. Some need rethinking because they were bungled in the moment; others because they've simply been overshadowed by events over time.
In the same way that some political notions that were once marginal now increasingly occupy a place in mainstream political debate, it is necessary for Spaniards to endow ourselves with a new constitutional text, one that will allow us to enshrine those ideas that, for historic reasons, we did not in 1978. Such that our constitution brings to a close a transitional dynamic that left many skeletons in the closet. Such that it truly emphasizes the well-being of the people and improved democratic participation. Such that it serves, together with other urgent and necessary reforms, to end or at least diminish the fissures that are bleeding to death a social-democratic state of law whose defining adjectives seem to matter less and less.

It will be particularly rough going for Prince Felipe as he seeks to establish the legitimacy of his office (an eternal struggle for monarchies); but without it, his role will continue to grow even weaker than it is today -- in large part because he is not the heir to "Juancarlos-ism." But also, happily, because younger generations have learned a good part (if not all) of the rules essential to democracy. Just a stone's throw away, we've born witness to so many European elections, the results of which have served to yank off the veil that was already struggling to hide many of the system's flaws.

Such it is that we enter into tumultuous and pleasurably democratic times. Because we cannot forget that democracy implies circulation of ideas, pluralism, free voices in the public square (although there are still some who don't seem to show much countenance that last idea.) Free voices that, today more than ever, have every right to question the continuity of an institution constructed on inequality and to fight peacefully using democratic weapons for the launch of a constitutional process that will bring us closer to the constitutional system for which many of us dream.
This article was first published on the author's blog, Las horas.
This piece was translated from Spanish and originally appeared on HuffPost Spain.

Comentarios

Entradas populares de este blog

YO, LA PEOR DEL MUNDO

"Aquí arriba se ha de anotar el día de mi muerte, mes y año. Suplico, por amor de Dios y de su Purísima Madre, a mis amadas hermanas las religiosas que son y en lo adelante fuesen, me encomienden a Dios, que he sido y soy la peor que ha habido. A todas pido perdón por amor de Dios y de su Madre. Yo, la peor del mundo: Juana Inés de la Cruz". Mi interés por Juana Inés de la Cruz se despertó el 28 de agosto de 2004 cuando en el Museo Nacional de Colombia, en la ciudad de Bogotá, me deslumbró una exposición titulada "Monjas coronadas" en la que se narraba la vida  y costumbres de los conventos durante la época colonial. He seguido su rastro durante años hasta que al fin durante varias semanas he descubierto las miles de piezas de su puzzle en Las trampas de la fe de Octavio Paz. Una afirmación de éste, casi al final del libro, resume a la perfección el principal dilema que sufrió la escritora y pensadora del XVII: " Sor Juana había convertido la inferioridad

EL ÁNGEL DE AURORA Y ELENA

  El dolor siempre pasa por el cuerpo. Y la tristeza. También el goce, los placeres, la humillación. Somos cuerpo atravesado por las emociones. Los huesos y la piel expresan los quiebros que nos da la vida. Esta acaba siendo una sucesión de heridas, imperceptibles a veces, que nos dan nombre. Algunas supuran por los siglos de los siglos. Otras, por el contrario, cicatrizan y nos dejan tatuados. Las heridas del amor, de los placeres, de los esfuerzos y de las pérdidas. Estas últimas son las que más nos restan. Como si un bisturí puñetero nos arrancara centímetros de piel.   Sin anestesia. Con la desnudez propia del recién nacido. Con la ligereza apenas perceptible del que se va. No puedo imaginar una herida más grande que la provocada por la muerte de un hijo apenas recién iniciado su vuelo. Por más que el tiempo, y las terapias, y   las drogas, y los soles de verano, hagan su tarea de recomposición. Después de una tragedia tan inmensa, mucho más cuando ha sido el fruto de los caprich

CARTA A MI HIJO EN SU 15 CUMPLEAÑOS

  De aquel día frío de noviembre recuerdo sobre todo las hojas amarillentas del gran árbol que daba justo a la ventana en la que por primera vez vi el sol  reflejándose en tus ojos muy abiertos.   Siempre que paseo por allí miro hacia arriba y siento que justo en ese lugar, con esos colores de otoño, empezamos a escribir el guión que tú y yo seguimos empeñados en ver convertido en una gran película. Nunca nadie me advirtió de la dificultad de la aventura, ni por supuesto nadie me regaló un manual de instrucciones. Tuve que ir equivocándome una y otra vez, desde el primer biberón a la pequeña regañina por los deberes mal hechos, desde mi torpeza al peinar tu flequillo a mis dudas cuando no me reconozco como padre autoritario. Desde aquel 27 de noviembre, que siento tan cerca como el olor que desde aquel día impregnó toda nuestra casa, no he dejado de aprender, de escribir borradores y de romperlos luego en mil pedazos, de empezar de cero cada vez que la vida nos ponía frente a un n