Daphne Caruana Galizia hated the Labour Party and anything connected to it. This is what many people used to think, and still do. And some, from all sides of the divide, accuse her of being horrid. They can’t understand why she was like that, why she hated so viscerally.

Are these sentiments justified? Do they need further analysis? What do the facts we now know, and which keep surfacing daily, indicate?

The last few weeks have been the most frightening of our life. Only the hardcore Joseph Muscat groupies can deny this. And only those blinded by pure idiocy can deny that the only one to come out of this mess spotless and triumphant is Daphne.

In the midst of this constitutional crisis, she has been transformed from a persecuted villainess to, as is becoming clearer and clearer, somebody who was right about it all.

No amount of efforts to keep saying she was controversial, or a hate blogger, will work. Before politicians – of all hues and persuasions –ask forgiveness for having denied this, there will never be a closing of the divide.

The divide is not political. The divide is about truths, many of which were unpalatable, sometimes even sounding gross, but which are now surfacing for all to see.  

Malta has had disasters and crises but the stuff which has been unearthed now is way beyond what anyone had ever scripted in the worst of local and even western European tragedies.

It would be amiss to forget for a second that this is what Daphne said and never wavered from: that Malta led by Labour was tantamount to letting the Mafia – the local version –in to lead us by the nose. She said it loud and clear. She said that by voting Joseph Muscat and his bunch of crooks into power we would be giving them full ownership and total takeover of our fate, our coffers, our values, our institutions, our way of life.

Daphne made it clear that Labour had only won power – those enormous victories touted as messianic by nearly all commentators – because it had made a pact with what has now been proven to be a diabolical instrument. Keith Schembri, with his business plans and with Joseph Muscat in tow, garnered votes, won elections, and directed it all.

Daphne said it. Daphne wrote about it. Daphne proved it over and over.

While the Castille mafia ruled over us, nobody from the Labour Party questioned or challenged any of their ways or methods. They all enjoyed the adulation; they all applauded; they all shouted hurrah as the votes poured in and many were awarded plum jobs. The Labour bigwigs screamed that nobody could come between them and power. They were all power-drunk. All the scandals in the world, and police ineptitude, the institutions all collapsing, nothing ruffled anyone’s feathers.

The masses of Labourites, hoodwinked but inebriated with this same triumph, sang the praises of the Castille gang. No one stopped to ask if, as Daphne pointed out over and over, all was rotten in the deep state of Castille.

No Labour Party people spoke up against what was going on, against what was obvious if you had eyes and joined the dots. But no. They needed proof! They needed to see a live film of the horrors to believe that anyone as intelligent and cunning as Joseph Muscat could be tainted in any way with some of the horrors Daphne had always lashed out about.

Anyway, the Labour stooges always intoned solemnly, Daphne was a liar only interested in breaking the Labour Party hegemony. The majority, the huge majority, had voted for Joseph Muscat, Keith Schembri, Konrad Mizzi, Chris Cardona and the rest of the Labour Party. So, all they did was fine.

Their sins, the king in the castle kept saying, were minor and only raps on their paws were necessary because they were essential for the big Malta project they had in mind.

This project was, as is most obvious now, to govern and let others act with total impunity; a licence to do anything, including pay off murderers with state money; a licence to kill – literally.

Even writing such things sends chills of horror down my spine. I always thought it was only the worst animals, with no brains, no education, no position in life, who plan things like the murder of a woman whose only sin was to unearth too much dirt about people in government and business.

Yet these things happened deep in the heart of government – a government led by the Labour Party.

Can the Labour Party and its leadership and the grip Keith Schembri had on the party be separated? What sense is there in saying you must not condemn the people but the top brass? If the top brass gloss over corruption and the supporters remain loyal then they too are corrupt or complicit in the corruption, crime and murder.

No amount of whitewashing can absolve the Labour Party of what has happened in the last years. It is useless to say how hard Joseph Muscat worked, how well the economy is doing, how marriage laws are better now than before or how many flyovers we have. Far better to be poorer but secure that our safety, ideals and true values are sacrosanct.

Daphne was murdered not because she hated the Labour Party but because she hated anything that curtailed her right to a good life. If the Labour Party harbour crooks who, to cling on to power, are ready to suppress dissent and resort to murder,then the Labour Party deserves the hatred of all freedom-lovers forever.

Unless the Labour Party truly changes and starts realising and admitting publicly that Daphne did not hate the Labour Party but its crookedness nothing will come out of this horrible tragedy.