... For roughly the same reason we founded Fidesz on that unforgettable night.

Yes, that's why...

Because there was still some internal compulsion. As the Lord says to Jónas in Babits' masterpiece:

The Lord said to Jonah: "Get up and go
to Nineveh, cry out against the City!
The trouble is great there, the evil has overflowed:
its dirty foam washes my holy feet."

That way. This was the situation then, in 1988 (also), and of course we could have gone, like Jonah, into the wilderness from the Lord's word, we could have gone to the West, escaping from the "necessary prophethood" - but why?

There are times when it is not only not allowed, but also impossible to run away. Fidesz in 1988, and the first Peace March in 2012.

And what's saddest: they're pretty much the same against and for the same. For justice, fairness, freedom, faith, country. Or to put it another way: against all those who challenged, denied and spat on them.

And now his majesty, the brilliant West, has joined them. It survived, it denied itself, like Rome at the end of its decline.

The Peace Procession: confession of faith, testimony.

And it is certain that you belong somewhere, to someone, that you are not alone, and no matter how much dishonor, lies, unfairness, servitude and abject patriotism are associated with, the silent majority always shows itself and its strength.

The rickshaw pullers call us barbarians - when they don't even know what it's like to not be barbarians. And they built the Tower of Babel, they call it "social media". But that's where the evil really came out. They have nothing but their rickshaw. No thought, no soul, no faith, nothing. Just a rickshaw.

Is there anything more beautiful, is there anything more uplifting, than to go quietly, holding each other, together in times of this kind of ugliness? To march…

To look at each other, to smile, to know?

To know that on us, like this, together, the gates of hell will not gain strength? After all, we belong together. And we have a reason. We have a family, we have a country, we have faith, we have descendants, we don't only have our miserable, down-to-earth, dirty desires. Those over there, in front of us, only have their perceived and real genitalia, they are fighting for them. That's all that's left of world redemption. With this miserable frog-mouse fight, they will get out of the shadow world with their replaced genitalia - alone, lonely, futile, unnecessary, on the floor of public toilets.

And we stay. After all, we have something that goes beyond ourselves, our own dusty existence. We have a reason. We know that there is a hierarchy in the world, and that not all people are equal, only the moment they are born.

We also know that it is only worthwhile for eternity, that is why it makes sense. This is why we go to the Peace March.

And that's why we're not afraid.

Source: demokrata.hu

Featured image: Dávid Mátrai