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Alminares
Iluminando las minorías. Un viaje desde Granada a Malasia

Fotografías de Troy Nahumko
La Traviata. Inauguración: 15 de abril de 2010 a las 21.00 h

Los minaretes, elegantes antenas espirituales hechas por los hombres,
se elevan hacia los cielos para proclamar la fe musulmana a sus
seguidores. Símbolos islámicos conscientemente creados para
ser diferentes a los de las otras dos religiones monoteístas que la
precedieron. Los distintos paisajes, culturas y ramas han modelado su
silueta, pero todos han sido diseñados para iluminar a sus creyentes.
Hoy han sido convertidos en símbolos de otra índole y en lamento
para aquellos que creen que sus derechos han sido de algún modo
infringidos por la mera presencia de estos faros teológicos en el
horizonte europeo. No son símbolos colgados en la esfera pública,
sino símbolos religiosos firmemente asentados en el terreno de la
vida privada. Símbolos minoritarios que suponen el mismo reto al
pensamiento mayoritario que los autobuses ateos y su derecho
a cuestionar creencias sobrenaturales. Incómodos símbolos para
algunos que, sin embargo, debieran estar permitidos en los estados
laicos modernos.

A rough translation of the above:

Minarets - elegant man-made spiritual antennas that reach into the sky to proclaim the Muslim faith to the heavens and its followers within earshot. Islamic symbols consciously different from those of the two monotheistic faiths that preceded it. Landscapes, cultures and differing branches may change their shape, but all are designed to shine the light on its believers. Today they have been converted into symbols of a different sort, a rallying cry for those who believe their rights are somehow infringed by the appearance of these theological lighthouses on the European horizon. These are not symbols hung in the public sphere, but religious symbols firmly planted in the grounds of private life. Minority symbols that present the same challenge to majority thought as the Atheist bus and its right to question supernatural beliefs. Uncomfortable symbols for some, but ones that must be allowed to be heard in modern secular states.



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