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“Nederlandse politici hebben serieus geblunderd en de woede van de Turkse president Ergogan op de hals gehaald door geen Turkse ministers toe te laten om te komen spreken voor Turkse Nederlanders. Die diplomatieke botsing had vermeden kunnen worden indien Rutte & Co een betere inschatting van Erdogan hadden gemaakt. Erdogan is uitermate bedreven in opruiende politiek. Indien Nederlandse politici iets meer bedreven waren geweest in psychologisch inzicht dan in stemmengraaierij hadden ze kunnen weten dat de weigering hen als een boomerang in het gezicht zou vliegen. Het is inderdaad ondemocratisch om iemand, ook al is die autocraat die in eigen land democratie en pevsvrijheid monddood maakt, de vrijheid van spreken te beletten. Je kan niet toestaan dat zijn tegenstanders wèl spreekrecht hebben en hij niet. Natuurlijk steven je dan af op gewelddadig protest. Hoeveel slimmer waren de Fransen om een Turkse minister wél spreekrecht te geven: geen haan die er om kraaide. En als De Roover van NVA zich uit de naad wringt om vurig het spreekverbod te bepleiten, dan bewijst hij dat hij enkel een Vlaams Belang Light is zoals Rutte een light-versie van Wilders is.”

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