A Shift in My Trajectory

Batten down the hatches… Hate mail on the way…

I’ve started writing a series of articles for an independent Maltese news site called The Shift.

One of the paper’s founders contacted me at the beginning of November to ask if I would comment on things that appear completely bizarre to an outsider, but which are accepted as normal in Malta.

Some of the topics I’m writing about are cultural, and some are devious tactics used by politicians to cast smoke screens of confusion or stir up bitter Red/Blue partisan rivalry.

I’m not a very political person, but I feel able to comment from this perspective because it crosses over into anthropology. And after traveling through more than seventy countries and living in a few of them, I’ve got some basis for comparison.

I don’t know if my articles make any difference. They get a lot of shares, but I’m guessing it’s probably by people who already agree with me. Ploughing the sea, as the saying goes.

Then again, I do sometimes enjoy spitting at fish.

Here’s what I’ve contributed so far:

 

Where’s The Personal Accountability in Malta? 

Politicians never resign in Malta. People who break the law and get caught don’t feel guilty, they just feel unlucky. It isn’t the person who does something wrong who’s to blame but the person who shines a light on it. This isn’t just a political issue. In Malta, it’s part of the culture.

The Appeal to Hypocrisy

In this instalment, I’ll tell you why “Charlie did it too! Why are you picking on me?” is not an acceptable excuse, even if politicians in Malta use it.

Public Roles and Private Rants

There’s a parallel universe where government officials can say whatever they want and call it “freedom of expression.” It’s a little island off North Africa where every politician is a Doctor, and where public officials are never held accountable, but they’re always very well paid.

Hey, Look Over There!

Ratings agency reports on Malta, and positive spin from the travel media — including those “best place to live for expats” stories. It’s all paid for by tax dollars. Prime Minister Joseph Muscat uses them to distract attention anytime he’s caught in another corruption scandal that won’t go away. It works because the majority of Maltese voters are totally fine with corruption as long as they believe the economy’s good, and they’re getting a piece of it.

Better to Hide Than Save The Day

In this instalment, I’ll tell you about a very strange place where cowardice is a virtue. Where children are taught that the best way to deal with a bully is to hide and hope he picks on someone else. And where murder may or may not be wrong, depending on what you think of a person’s writing.

Sorry Man, Can’t Tell You

This article is about how parliamentary democracies are supposed to work, and what happens when government ministers say, “We’re in charge and you can’t make us, nyah nyah nyah.”

Sorry, But… It’s Your Fault

This one is about non-apologies, and a government official who acted up at the United Nations and called a policy advisor from PEN International a “biased shithole.”

Look Him In The Eye

Ever stumble across a dead body? It happened to me once in the Central Sahara. Did that young Eritrean man think of his family as he lay there dying alone in the sand? The migrants shivering in storm-tossed boats and drowning in the seas between Libya and Malta are dying within reach of help, as Malta shrugs and looks away.

Gravity Is Just An Allegation

Inspired by Orwell’s Animal Farm, I pen a fable about the current situation in Malta, where proof is “just an allegation,” Prime Minister Muscat has mastered levitation, and politics is criminal collaboration.  

And What Have You Done?

“Malta has always been the whore of the Mediterranean,” my friend Victor said, “selling its soul for money no matter where it comes from.” Plucky little Malta. Always undermining everyone else, always taking advantage of friends. But what does it contribute to the EU?

Which Malta Will It Be?

I still remember a different Malta, the one I first encountered, though it is fading away as distant memories do. I look through a haze of nostalgia at a very different present, one where Malta plummets from 19th to 38th in The Expat Insider’s 2018 report, a Quality of Life index of living conditions in 187 countries.

 

I’ll keep updating this list as new articles are published.

I hope you find them interesting, even if you’re not very interested in Maltese politics.

I’ve tried to give each piece a cultural or anthropological slant, and to illuminate aspects of life in a place that often felt like a parallel universe.

Life on the road sure does lead to some unexpected digressions.

I never imagined a time when I’d be writing political commentaries. But then, I never imagined spending 6 years of my life in Malta, either.

I went there with the intention of writing an island book, something inspired by Lawrence Durrell. I chose Malta because I knew so little about the country, and because no one else had written about it in this way.

I only wanted to stay 4 or 5 years at most. And I didn’t stay so long because I loved it there. I only failed to leave.

I’ll keep writing these pieces as long as I feel I have something useful to offer. The people at The Shift need support. And the people who killed Daphne Caruana Galizia with a massive car bomb need to see the inside of the prison they so richly deserve.

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

  1. Mick Quinn says:

    Hi Ryan, just read your article in the SHIFT “Which Malta will it be?, spot on and very true. I’ve been here 14 years now and it has changed completely beyond recognition, not the place I chose to settle in for retirement.A bigger bunch of crooks is hard to imagine unless you live in Venezuela. However I didn’t come here to participate in the politics, although it’s in your face every day and not really for the better. Ultimately there is not a lot I can do about it as this is a broken state run by the Mafia, so a bit like yourself in winter I tend to get into a fleece tracksuit turn up the air con and read something far detached to the surreal activities here, and in summer ,out into the sunshine somwhere on the coast away from the sight and noise of construction although it’s hard to find somewhere you can’t see cranes!! However being a true Brit I’m not about to decamp and head home which is currently paralysed and controlled by ineffective politicians, no I’ll stick around for a while and hope I see them all here get their come uppance. Carry on with your articles, they are good reading

    • Ryan Murdock says:

      Thanks very much, Mick. I can’t believe how much Malta changed in the 6 years I was there. Towards the end, I traveled as much as possible and dreaded each return flight. I would have been happy to forget about it long ago, but I will keep writing about Malta until those who commissioned Daphne’s murder are held to account. Good luck down there.

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