women and human rights
"Guarantee of all rights to all persons and all over the world," one of the UN objectives for the twenty-first century.; contraddizone a century marked by an increase of democratization on the one hand and a systematic denial of human rights on the other.
Recently, new studies on the core theme women and human rights have demonstrated the abstractness of categories within the concept of equality and dell'unversalità of universal human right: using in-process study of the history of human rights, the gender difference as a category of analysis-the very concept of human rights is extended and reformulated, redefined, gender issues are the problems of all mankind.
liberal regimes in the principle that the first to be acquired were the civil rights and later the political and social issues can be considered valid for men but not for women who won the first importance in the social sphere in which that policy. (Civil rights are still denied in many countries).
The book "aims to scoperto.donne and human rights" by Stefania Bartoloni about these issues examines the policies UN conventions and the balance of the sexes focusing on some paesi.Secondo Vezzosi can determine the number of stages in the historical route of the statement of the rights of women: the first steps start in '46 with the Sub commission on the status of women, but only in the last thirty years, s' will implement a real policy in this direzione.Nel '75-proclaimed the International Year of the woman in Mexico City held a conference-organized by UN-where it is publicly acknowledged the oppression of women in the '76 to '85 mondo.Dal part of the decade for women: in 1980 the international conference held in Copenhagen, nel'85 in Nairobi, was established a Convention on nel'79 'elimination of All Forms of Discrimination against Women-CEDAW.Sono the first important steps.
From '90 to 2000, two conferences, one in '93 in Vienna (United Nations World Conference of Human Rights) and del'95 in Beijing (Fourth World Conference on Women) marked a decisive step in the path of human rights ridifinizione .
But in investigating these issues can not come to light the difficult internzionali development agencies to promote policies of human rights of women.
Statements such as these: "I women's rights are human rights (the Beijing Conference, 1995). The human rights of women and girls are an inalienable, integral and indivisible part of human rights universal. (Vienna Conference 1993) "now seem almost obvious, but it took almost 50 years because they were spoken clearly.
Even today, many still use the term human rights as if women were only a subcategory of main human category, declined to maschile.Altre complex issues related to these issues and discussed in recent conference concerning the very definition of human rights of women in different parts of the world, the contradiction between equality rights and religious laws, the interweaving of universality rights and recognition of diversity (a diversity that should not be universalizing but riconcetualizzata following parameters of place and time.)
Another very important aspect is the active role and action-organized informal, individual-carried by women to defend their rights. (from their mothers and grandmothers of the Plaza de Majo to Chinese dissidents, the Revolutionary Association of Women of Afghanistan ).
About this point I would like to recall the story of Mukhtar Mai, told bravely in his book "dishonored by the laws of men" who made it known to the world and become a woman-as a symbol of courage and hope.
Mukhtar is Pakistani, Punjab, in 2002 the jirga, the court determines that the village Mukhtar, who belonged to a lowly caste of farmers, must repair to the existence of the offense alleged to have turned brother 12enne the word to a powerful clan Mastoi.Viene girl raped repeatedly in a stable of 12 members of the family, outrage and abandoned in the street a coma animale.Successivamente was discovered that the prosecutor's brother-in-Shakoor had been formulated to cover violence suffered by the boy himself by Mastoi men.
"I made my decision: suicide. It was what women did in my state. I drank the acid and I would have died, to settle definitely the focus of the shame that enveloped me and my family. I begged my mother to help me die. (...) Until a surge of unexpected anger saved me from this paralysis (...). I myself felt already different. I did not know how I would fight for justice, but I had a clear idea that the new path that I decided to go was the only possible one. My honor and that of my family depended on it. Maybe I should be dead but I died humiliated. I had suffered for several days, considering suicide, crying .. Now I had changed my attitude, if not I would have never believed capable. In this path alongside the official law, penalized by my womanhood and my illiteracy, as well as my family had only weapon at my disposal: the rebellion. A rebellion was strong as strong as my submission so far .
M.decide to denounce the violent and fight for justice, supported by Amnesty International and the international press.
Three men were jailed for sodomy, which is sustained by Shakoor, but five of the six men accused by Mukhtar, initially sentenced to death, were released in 2005.Mukhtar, fearing for his life and that of his family, appealed to the Supreme Court. Finally, after his courageous legal battle in July 2005, the Supreme Court of Pakistan issued the final verdict of guilt against the six violentatori.Con funds received as compensation from the Government of Pakistan for the violence Mukhtar has built two schools for ' girls' education and a center for refugees, Mukhtar Mai Women's Welfare Organization.Mukhtar herself has learned to read and write only after the construction of justice scuole.La obtained by Mukhtar Mai is an important message of hope not only for Pakistani women, but for the whole world, a signal that shows how each We may all be the creator of change and development of civic consciousness.
" I love my country and I'm proud. But I hope that my story will help people to understand that some things must change. And if my suffering could contribute to these changes, then there will have been useless .
Its history unfortunately can not but be regarded as an exception in a general framework for analysis of violence donne.Esemplare on in recent months in an attempt to legalize Afghanistan's marital rapes and forbids women to leave without the permission of her husband, a law called 'Taliban' by human rights activists and has provoked strong protests from the ' UN and community internazionale.Pur announcing the change in the law, President Karzai said in a press conference in Kabul that "The concerns of our allies and the international community are understandable, but may be due to inaccurate or incorrect translation interpretation of the law. "As if there could be a correct interpretation.
In recent conflicts, in Bosnia, Kosovo, Rwanda-national rights have been superimposed to those of humans, rape has become a 'weapon of war covered by the plans of ethnic cleansing. (The Balkan wars of the '90s have reversed the earlier case, which now recognizes rape not as an "insult to the honor" of women, but as a "war crime" and therefore criminally prosecuted by an international tribunal).
.. Despite the women's rights movement has acquired a global character of today we still need to talk to the women of formal equality, not substantial.
Also Italy is no exception, from the comments of the Prime Minister on rapes ("We should have as much money as are the beautiful Italian girls, I think we would not do never ... ") 'ITER court of law 66/96 which included the crimes of rape among the" Offences Against the Person "until 1996 (!) are just some esempi.Per not to mention the law on adultery that blamed only the women (abolished in 1968) and Equality Act of spouses sanctioned only in 1975 (!).
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
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Ratzinger and Nietzsche
"Too much self-determination in the modern world." The claimed today Benedict XVI, during his homily at the Chrism Mass and indicate clearly the manager: Friedrich Nietzsche. The German philosopher, who died 109 years ago, according to the German pope "scoffed the humility and obedience as a virtue servile, by which men would be repressed. He has put in their place with pride and absolute freedom of man. " "The destructive pride and presumption - added the pontiff - break down every community and result in violence." Benedict XVI also attacked the conformism: "I'm not all too often prevailing opinions the criterion by which we measure ourselves? Perhaps we are not, after all, the superficiality of all that, usually, the notion of the man today? "
Once again, the Church gives evidence of his blindness retrograde, its closed-mindedness and ignorance. A Benedict XVI was not enough revocation of the excommunication of bishops fundamentalists, the excommunication by the Vatican of a Brazilian mother whose little girl raped nine years and had life-threatening abortions, and nemmemo serious allegations of March 17 about a condom during his trip to Africa " the AIDS epidemic 'is not exceeded with the distribution of condoms, even increases the problems'. (In 2007, according to the UN in the world were 33milioni of people with HIV, of which lived in 22milioni 'Sub-Saharan Africa, over two million people died of AIDS in Africa in 2007 3/4abitavano.)
I can not transcribe the sublime part of "Thus Spake Zarathustra" in which it is attached to the humility and obedience, characteristics Camel, doubled religious obscurantism and the weight of tradition.
"I will nominate three metamorphoses of the spirit as the spirit becomes a camel, the camel a lion, and finally the lion child.
Many heavy things are there for the spirit, the spirit lives strong and patient in which the reverence: his strength he yearns for heavy things, more difficult to bring.
What is heavy? the spirit of patient demand and bend your knees like a camel, and he wants to be well loaded.
What is the most burdensome by wearing heroes? asks the spirit so patient, so that I may take it upon myself and to rejoice in my strength.
Is not this: to humble themselves to hurt their pride? Let your madness shine to mock one's wisdom?
Or is, separate from its case when it celebrates its victory? Climb high mountains groped for the tempter?
Or: feed on acorns and grass of knowledge and because of the truth to suffer hunger of soul?
Or: being sick and sending home those who want to console you, and instead make friends with deaf people, who never hear what you want?
Or: go down in the dirty, as long as the water of truth, without rejecting cold frogs and hot toads?
Or: love those who despise us and offering his hand to the spectrum when it wants to be scary?
All of these, the most difficult to bear, the spirit patient takes upon itself: like the camel in the desert that runs in a hurry under its load, so he runs in the desert.
But where the desert is more solitary, the second metamorphosis occurs: here the spirit becomes a lion, its prey as he wants freedom and be master in his own desert.
here looking for his last master: the enemy of him and his last god does he become, with the big dragon, he wants to fight for victory.
Who is the great dragon that the spirit no longer wants to call Lord and God? "Thou shalt" is called the great dragon. But the spirit of the lion says "I want".
"Thou shalt" stands in the way, from a reptile scales glittering like gold, and on any scale is shining in letters of gold "you owe me."
Values \u200b\u200bmillennial shine on these scales and thus speaks the mightiest of all dragons: "All the values \u200b\u200bof things - shine on me."
"All values \u200b\u200bhave already been created, and I - all created value. In truth, there has to be no more "I want". " Thus speaks the dragon.
Brothers, because the lion is needed for the spirit? Why not just the beast of burden, which renounces all and is full of reverence?
create new values \u200b\u200b- of what the lion is not yet capable, but the freedom to create a new creation - is capable of this power of the lion.
Create your freedom and no one even to the sacred duty: to this, brethren, you need the lion.
Taking the right to new values \u200b\u200b- that is the most terrible act of taking for a patient spirit and worshiping. Indeed, it is a prey for him and the task of a beast of prey.
one time he loved to be the most the sacred "Thou shalt": now he is forced to find illusion and arbitrariness even in the most sacred things, to predict freedom away from his love: for this robbery should be the lion.
But tell me, my brothers, what the child can do, that even the lion was able to do? Because the lion prey must also become a child?
Innocence is the child, and forgetfulness, a new beginning, a game, a wheel rotating on its own, a first movement, a sacred say yes.
Yes, for the creation of the game, brothers, a sacred should say yes now wants the spirit of his will, the loss for the world to conquer his own world. Three metamorphoses
I have appointed the spirit: how the spirit became a camel, lion, camel, lion, and finally the child. -
Thus Spake Zarathustra. So he stayed in the city which is called "Spotted Cow".
"Too much self-determination in the modern world." The claimed today Benedict XVI, during his homily at the Chrism Mass and indicate clearly the manager: Friedrich Nietzsche. The German philosopher, who died 109 years ago, according to the German pope "scoffed the humility and obedience as a virtue servile, by which men would be repressed. He has put in their place with pride and absolute freedom of man. " "The destructive pride and presumption - added the pontiff - break down every community and result in violence." Benedict XVI also attacked the conformism: "I'm not all too often prevailing opinions the criterion by which we measure ourselves? Perhaps we are not, after all, the superficiality of all that, usually, the notion of the man today? "
Once again, the Church gives evidence of his blindness retrograde, its closed-mindedness and ignorance. A Benedict XVI was not enough revocation of the excommunication of bishops fundamentalists, the excommunication by the Vatican of a Brazilian mother whose little girl raped nine years and had life-threatening abortions, and nemmemo serious allegations of March 17 about a condom during his trip to Africa " the AIDS epidemic 'is not exceeded with the distribution of condoms, even increases the problems'. (In 2007, according to the UN in the world were 33milioni of people with HIV, of which lived in 22milioni 'Sub-Saharan Africa, over two million people died of AIDS in Africa in 2007 3/4abitavano.)
I can not transcribe the sublime part of "Thus Spake Zarathustra" in which it is attached to the humility and obedience, characteristics Camel, doubled religious obscurantism and the weight of tradition.
"I will nominate three metamorphoses of the spirit as the spirit becomes a camel, the camel a lion, and finally the lion child.
Many heavy things are there for the spirit, the spirit lives strong and patient in which the reverence: his strength he yearns for heavy things, more difficult to bring.
What is heavy? the spirit of patient demand and bend your knees like a camel, and he wants to be well loaded.
What is the most burdensome by wearing heroes? asks the spirit so patient, so that I may take it upon myself and to rejoice in my strength.
Is not this: to humble themselves to hurt their pride? Let your madness shine to mock one's wisdom?
Or is, separate from its case when it celebrates its victory? Climb high mountains groped for the tempter?
Or: feed on acorns and grass of knowledge and because of the truth to suffer hunger of soul?
Or: being sick and sending home those who want to console you, and instead make friends with deaf people, who never hear what you want?
Or: go down in the dirty, as long as the water of truth, without rejecting cold frogs and hot toads?
Or: love those who despise us and offering his hand to the spectrum when it wants to be scary?
All of these, the most difficult to bear, the spirit patient takes upon itself: like the camel in the desert that runs in a hurry under its load, so he runs in the desert.
But where the desert is more solitary, the second metamorphosis occurs: here the spirit becomes a lion, its prey as he wants freedom and be master in his own desert.
here looking for his last master: the enemy of him and his last god does he become, with the big dragon, he wants to fight for victory.
Who is the great dragon that the spirit no longer wants to call Lord and God? "Thou shalt" is called the great dragon. But the spirit of the lion says "I want".
"Thou shalt" stands in the way, from a reptile scales glittering like gold, and on any scale is shining in letters of gold "you owe me."
Values \u200b\u200bmillennial shine on these scales and thus speaks the mightiest of all dragons: "All the values \u200b\u200bof things - shine on me."
"All values \u200b\u200bhave already been created, and I - all created value. In truth, there has to be no more "I want". " Thus speaks the dragon.
Brothers, because the lion is needed for the spirit? Why not just the beast of burden, which renounces all and is full of reverence?
create new values \u200b\u200b- of what the lion is not yet capable, but the freedom to create a new creation - is capable of this power of the lion.
Create your freedom and no one even to the sacred duty: to this, brethren, you need the lion.
Taking the right to new values \u200b\u200b- that is the most terrible act of taking for a patient spirit and worshiping. Indeed, it is a prey for him and the task of a beast of prey.
one time he loved to be the most the sacred "Thou shalt": now he is forced to find illusion and arbitrariness even in the most sacred things, to predict freedom away from his love: for this robbery should be the lion.
But tell me, my brothers, what the child can do, that even the lion was able to do? Because the lion prey must also become a child?
Innocence is the child, and forgetfulness, a new beginning, a game, a wheel rotating on its own, a first movement, a sacred say yes.
Yes, for the creation of the game, brothers, a sacred should say yes now wants the spirit of his will, the loss for the world to conquer his own world. Three metamorphoses
I have appointed the spirit: how the spirit became a camel, lion, camel, lion, and finally the child. -
Thus Spake Zarathustra. So he stayed in the city which is called "Spotted Cow".
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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In memory of Peppino Impastato
Peppino Impastato, who grew up in a mafia, has dedicated his entire life-with all his courage, his energy, resources-to fight against the Mafia: the cultural circles of the collective experience with AUT radio, radio and counter-satire, the political choice. (In 1978 he took part with a list has the symbol of Proletarian Democracy in municipal elections in Cinisi). It's been 31 years
dall'anniversario death but its history can not and must not be forgotten, Peppino and will continue to live in our daily struggles against a criminal power. Danilo Dolci sriveva in human Poem-a collection of his poems-"Those who panic when they hear revolution has perhaps nn capito.Non ignite a revolution in the town hall or register cards to go to jail stupid pretext of reinforcing the enemy [. .] revolution is taking patience wise cn meet the essential relationship between land and sky men: the missing human atoms become new bodies and fight against every rotten mafia. " From the writings
Peppino: "I came to politics back in November of '65, on purely emotional: that is, starting from my need to respond to a familial condition which has become unsustainable. My father, head of the small clan and a member of a larger clan with ideological connotations typical of a late-farm and pre-industrial civilization, had concentrated all his efforts, since my birth, in an attempt to impose on me his choices and his code of conduct. It 'only been able to cut each channel of affective communication and finally compromise any possibility of linear expansion of my subjectivity. PSIUP landed with the anger and despair of those who, at the same time, wants to break everything and seek protection. We created a strong core of youth, we founded a newspaper and a movement of opinion, we ended up in court and in all the papers. PSIUP I left two years later, when authorities of the Youth Federation was dissolved. Those were the days of the Cultural Revolution and "Che." The '68 took me almost unawares. Disorderly students participated in the struggles and the first occupations. Then accession nce again on a more emotional and political, for the arguments of one of several Marxist-Leninist groups, the League. The struggles of Punta Raisi and the extraordinary mass movement that has managed to build around. E 'was also a period of disputes over the party and its design and construction of the party: a moment of extraordinary and fascinating process of theoretical study. At the end of year membership to one of two sections, the majority of ICP ml .- the need for a minimum of organizational structure behind (in need of protection) has been very strong. Past, with unbroken continuity from phases of dark despair to elation and moments of real creative power: the construction of a vast movement of opinion among the young, the proliferation of party headquarters in the area, the first experiences of struggle of the district, were there to prove it. But I increasingly distanced from reality, it became increasingly difficult to establish a linear relationship with the outside world, I always contains more in myself. I characterized increasingly a great fear of anything and everything and at the same time almost uncontrollable desire to open myself and build. From month to month, from week to week, it became increasingly difficult to recognize. For days I did not speak with anyone, then I returned to rejoice, to repeat: I lived in a state of uncontrollable schizophrenia. And he butchers the first warnings and the first suspension from the party. I was also moved to a. Another place to conduct business, but I could not resist for more than a week: I was also proposed to move to Palermo, the Shipyard, a bit of closeness to the class would have helped. They were right, but rifiutai.Mi then dragged for a few months, in the grip of alcohol, until the spring of '72 (Feltrinelli and murder of campaigning for parliamentary elections). Ader, with the enthusiasm that has always characterized the group's proposal of the "Manifesto": I felt the need of institutional guarantees me butchers only disappointment of the election defeat. They were months of disappointment and disengagement: I was, in fact, out of politics. Fall '72. He began his activities at the club Palermo in October, we adhere and give my contribution. I approach "Lotta Continua" and the process of critical review of previous positions spontaneistiche, particularly in relation to advice, a problem that particularly fascinated me was the thesis of the "Manifesto" I know Mauro Rostagno: it is a central episode in my life in recent years. I subscribe to "Lotta Continua" in the summer of '73, I attend almost all meetings of school boards organization, or shake more and more relationships with Rostagno: is for me a mate that gives me security and safety begin to open myself to his libertarian positions, I approach the problem renudista. It starts with the political initiative in Cinisi, opens a home and gives rise to that wonderful, though very partial experience of organization of the building. The winter is cold, my despair is warm. Parto military is the period which are very short, the thermometer of my emotional state: alive 110 days a constant state of anxiety and a prey to the most incredible persecution mania. "
Some poems by Peppino
" Long is the night
and timeless.
The sky full of rain
does not allow the eyes to see the stars.
will not be the icy wind
to restore the light,
nor the crowing of cocks,
nor the cry of a baby.
too long and the night,
timeless
infinite. "
" My eyes are lying on the seabed
in the heart of the algae and corals. "
" Sit quietly and stood
close
pincer between heaven and earth, and his eyes
fixed into the abyss. "
" It came to us a clear-eyed teenager
and fleshy lips,
our youth
consumed in the country and in brothels.
not say a word nor made any gesture:
this silence and this immobility
opened a mortal wound
worn in our youth. Nobody
revenge:
our pain did not testify. "
Giuseppe Impastato, Peppino-dala is murdered mafia del'78 May 9, 31anni ago, torn apart by a charge of TNT placed on the tracks of the Palermo-Trapani. The first non-investigations are focused on the hypothesis of a terrorist attack consumed from the same dough; Successive switching hypothesis of suicide "ecclatante." In May 1992 the Court of Palermo decide to drop the "case Impastato", reiterating the matrix of the mafia crime, but excluding the possibility of identifying the culprits. In May of 1994 the Centro Impastato tries to reopen the inquiry: together with a petition, you are prompted to question the new associate justice Salvatore Palazzolo, affiliated with the mafia Cinisi.Siamo in 1996 and his mother, his brother and the Center Impastato filed a complaint in which they seek to investigate incidents not clarified, in particular concerning the conduct of the police officers immediately after the June 1996 Salvatore delitto.Nel Palazzolo shows Badalamenti in the murder along with his vice principal Vito Palazzolo: The investigation was formally reopened. In November 1997 he was issued an arrest warrant for Badalamenti. On 10 March 1999 held a preliminary hearing of the case against Vito Palazzolo, and the position of Badalamenti is stralciata.Nel 1998 in the Parliamentary Anti-Mafia Commission has established a Committee on the case Impastato and December 6, 2000 was approved a report on responsibilities of representatives of institutions in the screening investigations.
On 5 March 2001 the Assize Court has recognized Vito Palazzolo guilty and sentenced him to 30 years in prison. The April 11, 2002 Gaetano Badalamenti is sentenced to life imprisonment. Badalamenti and Palazzolo are subsequently died.
Felicia Bartolotta, Peppino's mother, who until last bravely fought for the truth about the death of his son, died Dec. 7, 2004.
Peppino Impastato, who grew up in a mafia, has dedicated his entire life-with all his courage, his energy, resources-to fight against the Mafia: the cultural circles of the collective experience with AUT radio, radio and counter-satire, the political choice. (In 1978 he took part with a list has the symbol of Proletarian Democracy in municipal elections in Cinisi). It's been 31 years
dall'anniversario death but its history can not and must not be forgotten, Peppino and will continue to live in our daily struggles against a criminal power. Danilo Dolci sriveva in human Poem-a collection of his poems-"Those who panic when they hear revolution has perhaps nn capito.Non ignite a revolution in the town hall or register cards to go to jail stupid pretext of reinforcing the enemy [. .] revolution is taking patience wise cn meet the essential relationship between land and sky men: the missing human atoms become new bodies and fight against every rotten mafia. " From the writings
Peppino: "I came to politics back in November of '65, on purely emotional: that is, starting from my need to respond to a familial condition which has become unsustainable. My father, head of the small clan and a member of a larger clan with ideological connotations typical of a late-farm and pre-industrial civilization, had concentrated all his efforts, since my birth, in an attempt to impose on me his choices and his code of conduct. It 'only been able to cut each channel of affective communication and finally compromise any possibility of linear expansion of my subjectivity. PSIUP landed with the anger and despair of those who, at the same time, wants to break everything and seek protection. We created a strong core of youth, we founded a newspaper and a movement of opinion, we ended up in court and in all the papers. PSIUP I left two years later, when authorities of the Youth Federation was dissolved. Those were the days of the Cultural Revolution and "Che." The '68 took me almost unawares. Disorderly students participated in the struggles and the first occupations. Then accession nce again on a more emotional and political, for the arguments of one of several Marxist-Leninist groups, the League. The struggles of Punta Raisi and the extraordinary mass movement that has managed to build around. E 'was also a period of disputes over the party and its design and construction of the party: a moment of extraordinary and fascinating process of theoretical study. At the end of year membership to one of two sections, the majority of ICP ml .- the need for a minimum of organizational structure behind (in need of protection) has been very strong. Past, with unbroken continuity from phases of dark despair to elation and moments of real creative power: the construction of a vast movement of opinion among the young, the proliferation of party headquarters in the area, the first experiences of struggle of the district, were there to prove it. But I increasingly distanced from reality, it became increasingly difficult to establish a linear relationship with the outside world, I always contains more in myself. I characterized increasingly a great fear of anything and everything and at the same time almost uncontrollable desire to open myself and build. From month to month, from week to week, it became increasingly difficult to recognize. For days I did not speak with anyone, then I returned to rejoice, to repeat: I lived in a state of uncontrollable schizophrenia. And he butchers the first warnings and the first suspension from the party. I was also moved to a. Another place to conduct business, but I could not resist for more than a week: I was also proposed to move to Palermo, the Shipyard, a bit of closeness to the class would have helped. They were right, but rifiutai.Mi then dragged for a few months, in the grip of alcohol, until the spring of '72 (Feltrinelli and murder of campaigning for parliamentary elections). Ader, with the enthusiasm that has always characterized the group's proposal of the "Manifesto": I felt the need of institutional guarantees me butchers only disappointment of the election defeat. They were months of disappointment and disengagement: I was, in fact, out of politics. Fall '72. He began his activities at the club Palermo in October, we adhere and give my contribution. I approach "Lotta Continua" and the process of critical review of previous positions spontaneistiche, particularly in relation to advice, a problem that particularly fascinated me was the thesis of the "Manifesto" I know Mauro Rostagno: it is a central episode in my life in recent years. I subscribe to "Lotta Continua" in the summer of '73, I attend almost all meetings of school boards organization, or shake more and more relationships with Rostagno: is for me a mate that gives me security and safety begin to open myself to his libertarian positions, I approach the problem renudista. It starts with the political initiative in Cinisi, opens a home and gives rise to that wonderful, though very partial experience of organization of the building. The winter is cold, my despair is warm. Parto military is the period which are very short, the thermometer of my emotional state: alive 110 days a constant state of anxiety and a prey to the most incredible persecution mania. "
Some poems by Peppino
" Long is the night
and timeless.
The sky full of rain
does not allow the eyes to see the stars.
will not be the icy wind
to restore the light,
nor the crowing of cocks,
nor the cry of a baby.
too long and the night,
timeless
infinite. "
" My eyes are lying on the seabed
in the heart of the algae and corals. "
" Sit quietly and stood
close
pincer between heaven and earth, and his eyes
fixed into the abyss. "
" It came to us a clear-eyed teenager
and fleshy lips,
our youth
consumed in the country and in brothels.
not say a word nor made any gesture:
this silence and this immobility
opened a mortal wound
worn in our youth. Nobody
revenge:
our pain did not testify. "
Giuseppe Impastato, Peppino-dala is murdered mafia del'78 May 9, 31anni ago, torn apart by a charge of TNT placed on the tracks of the Palermo-Trapani. The first non-investigations are focused on the hypothesis of a terrorist attack consumed from the same dough; Successive switching hypothesis of suicide "ecclatante." In May 1992 the Court of Palermo decide to drop the "case Impastato", reiterating the matrix of the mafia crime, but excluding the possibility of identifying the culprits. In May of 1994 the Centro Impastato tries to reopen the inquiry: together with a petition, you are prompted to question the new associate justice Salvatore Palazzolo, affiliated with the mafia Cinisi.Siamo in 1996 and his mother, his brother and the Center Impastato filed a complaint in which they seek to investigate incidents not clarified, in particular concerning the conduct of the police officers immediately after the June 1996 Salvatore delitto.Nel Palazzolo shows Badalamenti in the murder along with his vice principal Vito Palazzolo: The investigation was formally reopened. In November 1997 he was issued an arrest warrant for Badalamenti. On 10 March 1999 held a preliminary hearing of the case against Vito Palazzolo, and the position of Badalamenti is stralciata.Nel 1998 in the Parliamentary Anti-Mafia Commission has established a Committee on the case Impastato and December 6, 2000 was approved a report on responsibilities of representatives of institutions in the screening investigations.
On 5 March 2001 the Assize Court has recognized Vito Palazzolo guilty and sentenced him to 30 years in prison. The April 11, 2002 Gaetano Badalamenti is sentenced to life imprisonment. Badalamenti and Palazzolo are subsequently died.
Felicia Bartolotta, Peppino's mother, who until last bravely fought for the truth about the death of his son, died Dec. 7, 2004.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Working Out With Palpitations
TRUTH 'FOR ALDRO
After 47mesi 1042giorni
Last July 6, the four agents - Paolo Forlani, Monica Segatto, Enzo Pontani Pollastri and Luke-were convicted of manslaughter: should serve three years and six months in prison ... so the first degree is finished, follow the 'call, follow the Cassazione.Intanto four policemen convicted of manslaughter in the first degree will not be suspended from duty and Paolo Forlani, the agent charged with press with its amphibian back to the end of Frederick, was recruited for police duties for the G8.
Federico Aldrovandi had the 18y.o. 25settembre 2006.Abitava in Ferrara. At 5 am on the street near the hippodrome had walked home after saying goodbye to his amici.La had spent a quiet evening, a Saturday night in Bologna in a local reggae music, the story of Fred, his friends-had taken 2 stamps of LSD but not-as witnessed later by doctors-in an amount that they can morire.Federico around 5:20 trying to call his friends on his mobile ... presaged to be in danger? "Not feeling well? No one now can say, his cell phone was found in a little park bench in front of where the body is found.
His body was found beaten up, the poizia flying around him, arrived at the 118-6.5-successo.Federico without trying to revive him he was alone, uncensored, unarmed.
Parents are kept in the dark for 5 long ore.La mother, Patricia Moretti, at that time had tried in every way to get in touch-in vain-his knowledge with his son and called the police repeatedly to have notizie.Unica answer: silence.
From 5.20 to 6 am a black hole, you do not know what happened in that half hour, it is hard to rebuild, trying to smear his name, follow false trails, it seems that no one has heard and seen nothing.
images of video shot in the forensic soppraluogo that morning show a body-to-murdered a boy: her face disfigured, signs of beatings throughout the body, two dark marks in the neck and the blood is in the clothes, it is the street-to tens of meters away from where it is found in the wheel-of-polizia.Dalla testimony of the mother after she was allowed to see the body of his son, Frederick is unrecognizable, shows signs of handcuffs , scrotum squeezed in the whole body and especially in the face dark marks and bruises.
In the days following the first version of events, which appeared in newspapers and made by the police in Ferrara, Frederick is described as a drug addict died of an illness lying on a bench, in the second version, to explain the serious injuries visible on his body- as a self-defeating violento.Per the police would have banged my head on a lamp post and repeatedly on the police car.
the police do not just killing him, he needs to blame.
For months, one expects the autopsy and is seeking the causes of its morte.Per months a deafening silence: silence by the police, the silence from the tenants of the houses that overlook on that street must have heard the screams and saw something.
For months, one expects the autopsy and is seeking the causes of its morte.Per months a deafening silence: silence by the police, the silence from the tenants of the houses that overlook on that street must have heard the screams and saw something.
But the mother of Frederick is not content with false investigations, to seek the truth and to make sure that these facts do not ripetino more open a blog, inform the incident has become the infamous "Case Aldridge."
Friends of Fred are the Committee for Truth Aldro, mobilize, initiate a real investigation, trying to figure out what happened, interviewing the residents of the notorious street Ippodromo.Le s'accavallano testimony, the trial opens.
The defendants are four police officers, Pontani Luca Luca Pollastri, Monica Segatto, Paolo Forlani.
The medical examination of the 'accused found Frederick died of asphyxia, in a state of oxygen starvation is crushed and beaten on the ground handcuffed for about ten minutes.
Some witnesses say that during those moments was screaming help because he could not breathe.
Expertise public part, however, emphasizes the role of drugs but at the same time, however, does not attribute the cause of death to those substances, the amounts taken are not high enough to determine her body decesso.Nel They come to find 0.4 that still allows alcohol to drive, 0.04di ketamine (which have a toxic effect on the individual exceed the threshold of 2000), 0.36di morphine (which is metabolized and the remainder of opiates whose comnque presonnolenza effect is not assigned to agitation).
was not therefore the drug to kill him.
Frederick says the mother-as-would still be alive if police had not met that night.
And even if it had been under severe effects allucinigeni that does not justify any violent action by the police that, indeed, should have as Minimum soccorerlo.La track drug so it is an aggravating circumstance that excuse.
But the mud continues in the twentieth hearing (October 2008) carries on the expertise of the defense argument that Frederick was destined to die anyway even if he had not found the polizia.Viene used precisely this term is intended.
Come cercare di spiegarsi questi fatti?Gli interrogativi sono tanti e non si può vedere questa vicenda come un caso unico;non si può non rivedervi-soprattutto nella ricostruzione dei fatti,nell disinteresse arrogante delle autorità-altre vicende quali quelle di Carlo Giuliani e dei fatti di Genova 2001.
Negli ultimi 4 anni altri casi-come quello di Riccardo Rasmani,di Gabriele Sandri e di Emanuele Bonsu-sono accumunati dalla furia violenta di una certa polizia-non tutta-che si sente legittimata a compiere,certa della propria impunità,quel che per il caso di Genova è stato definito "macello messicano" dal vicequestore Fournier.
Vorrei finire con una citazione di Luccarelli in occasione di un incontro organized by the writers of Bologna in Bologna March 7, 2006. "This case demonstrates a fact that should not happen, of something horrible, it can happen that a person is stopped by a police patrol and then it can happen muore.Questo in Nazi Germany, we are not in that company and not a thing can happen genere.Siamo front of a witness of a disease that is in law enforcement. If we tie this story in Sassuolo, in Genoa, just prior to Naples, in fact, the police suffer from a disease that is not believed that there was more but there was less, which is a fascist concept of the use of violence by the police. "
After 47mesi 1042giorni
Last July 6, the four agents - Paolo Forlani, Monica Segatto, Enzo Pontani Pollastri and Luke-were convicted of manslaughter: should serve three years and six months in prison ... so the first degree is finished, follow the 'call, follow the Cassazione.Intanto four policemen convicted of manslaughter in the first degree will not be suspended from duty and Paolo Forlani, the agent charged with press with its amphibian back to the end of Frederick, was recruited for police duties for the G8.
Friday, May 1, 2009
How Can Be A Carrier Of Kawasaki Disease
Gomorrah Roberto Saviano
Gomorrah Roberto Saviano is necessary, a duty, one of those books that one can not choose not to read it is a cold shower, electric shock is an immediate thought that you share, or a revolution.
not read it means closing their eyes to the truth, do not understand it, go blind.
Saviano writes beautifully, has the genius to combine the beauty (his writing) and hell (the events narrated), to stop memorable images on paper, fully human ... no rhetoric or censorship of any term too. Every sentence is weighed
lived survived a war inside and outside of the author and the world around him, around us.
Gomorrah is not a fictional story, the dead are not decorated, life is stark: the blood flows freely, the smell of concrete mixes, the throat, stomach and fear takes you-reader-you're in it is what you had before your eyes-as-an Italian citizen and you never wanted to see why the bubble-indifferent-like their stories, unknown, that does not touch you .
why you may not know now, not lost time in ignorance ... because after all is different: you can not drink, eat, live in the same way ... is to acquire a consciousness of a guerra mai dichiarata ma che ha fatto più morti di qualsiasi altra guerra.
Saviano ha avuto la capacità geniale di partire dall"io so"pasoliniano e non fermarsi.
"Il romanzo delle stragi"del 14 novembre del '74 di Pasolini inizia così:
"Io so.
Io so i nomi dei responsabili di quello che viene chiamato "golpe" (e che in realtà è una serie di "golpe" istituitasi a sistema di protezione del potere).
Io so i nomi dei responsabili della strage di Milano del 12 dicembre 1969.
Io so i nomi dei responsabili delle stragi di Brescia e di Bologna dei primi mesi del 1974.
Io so i nomi del "vertice" che ha manovrato, dunque, sia i vecchi fascisti ideatori di "golpe", both the neo-fascist perpetrators of the first massacres, and finally, the "unknown" material authors of the recent massacres.
I know the names that have managed the two different, indeed opposite phases of the tension: a first anti-phase (Milan 1969) and a second phase of the antifascist (Brescia and Bologna 1974).
I know the names of the group of powerful figures who, with the help of the CIA (and the second order of the Greek colonels of the mafia), have created the first (besides failing miserably) an anti-Communist crusade, a dab '68, and later, again with the help and inspiration of the CIA, have recovered a virginity-fascist, it must reverse the disaster of the "referendum".
I know the names of those who between a Mass and the other, have given the provisions and ensured the security policy in general older (to keep standing in reserve, the organization of a potential coup), a young neo-fascists, even neo-Nazis (to create tension in the concrete anti), and common criminals, until now, and perhaps forever, without a name (to create the next power-fascist). I know the names of people who are serious and important behind the comic characters like the General Forestry he worked, rather operetta, in the ducal city (as the Italian forests burned), or the gray and purely organizational character as General Miceli.
I know the names of persons and number important behind the tragic children who have chosen suicide fascist atrocities and common criminals, or not in Sicily, which are made available, as killers and assassins.
I know all these names and know all the facts (killings and attacks on institutions) that you are guilty.
I know. But I have no evidence. I did not even clues.
I know because I am an intellectual, a writer who tries to follow everything that happens to know everything that he writes, to imagine all that you do not know or is silent; coordinating events even far away, that puts disorganized and fragmented pieces together of an entire coherent policy framework that restores the logic where there seems to arbitrariness, madness and mystery.
This is all part of my job and instinct of my job. I think it's unlikely that my "draft novel," is wrong, that does not have that bearing on reality, and that its references to real people and facts are inaccurate. I also believe that many other intellectuals and writers know what I know as an intellectual and novelist. Because the reconstruction of the truth about what happened in Italy after the '68 is not that difficult.
This truth - it is heard with absolute precision - is behind a large amount of journalistic and political action, also: that is, not as fancy or fiction is by nature il mio. Ultimo esempio: è chiaro che la verità urgeva, con tutti i suoi nomi, dietro all'editoriale del "Corriere della Sera", del 1° novembre 1974.
Probabilmente i giornalisti e i politici hanno anche delle prove o, almeno, degli indizi.
Ora il problema è questo: i giornalisti e i politici, pur avendo forse delle prove e certamente degli indizi, non fanno i nomi.
A chi dunque compete fare questi nomi? Evidentemente a chi non solo ha il necessario coraggio, ma, insieme, non è compromesso nella pratica col potere, e, inoltre, non ha, per definizione, niente da perdere: cioè un intellettuale.
Un intellettuale dunque potrebbe benissimo fare pubblicamente quei nomi: ma egli non ha né evidence or clues.
The power and the world, though not the power, take practical relations with power, ruled the intellectual free - just for the way it did - the ability to have evidence and clues.
I could argue that I, for example, as an intellectual and an inventor of stories, I could go into that world explicitly political (power or around the power), to compromise with it, and then have the right to participate, with some high probability, evidence and clues.
But this objection I reply that this is not possible, because it is the reluctance to enter such a world politician who identifies with my potential intellectual courage to tell the truth: that is to name names.
the intellectual courage of truth and the political practice are two irreconcilable things in Italy.
intellectualism - profoundly and viscerally despised by all the Italian bourgeoisie - will refer a warrant falsely high and noble, in reality servile to discuss the moral and ideological problems.
If he is put to this mandate is considered a traitor to his role: it just screams (as if he expected more than this) at the "treason of the clerics" is an alibi and a reward for politicians and for the servants of power.
But there is only power: there is also opposition to power. In Italy this opposition is so large and strong da essere un potere essa stessa: mi riferisco naturalmente al Partito comunista italiano."
E concludeva": solo quando un uomo politico - non per opportunità, cioè non perché sia venuto il momento, ma piuttosto per creare la possibilità di tale momento - deciderà di fare i nomi dei responsabili dei colpi di Stato e delle stragi, che evidentemente egli sa, come me, non può non avere prove, o almeno indizi.
Probabilmente - se il potere americano lo consentirà - magari decidendo "diplomaticamente" di concedere a un'altra democrazia ciò che la democrazia americana si è concessa a proposito di Nixon - questi nomi prima o poi saranno detti. Ma a dirli saranno uomini che hanno condiviso with them the power: how responsible children against more responsible (and it is not, as in the American case, which is better). This would ultimately be the real coup. "
Saviano-although not a politician-has the courage to do those names, does not stop at a" I know, "his word is one that involves and acting. With the data collected in his book helps to capture boss, move minds and foster a national debate on certain facts and silenced for too long dimenticati.I the crow Pasolini's "Hawks and the Sparrows" he said "I am convinced that someone else will take my flag and to bring it forward. "
From an interview with Roberto Saviano : "When I went to Casarsa on the grave of Pasolini, I was very angry. clenched fists do not open even wanted to write. I went there in a kind of empathy, to see if it was still possible to believe a word that can attack the reality. I've thought long and I am convinced that the literary word because released by targets, from court decisions, it can show the guts of power, can raggiungere un nucleo di significato molto semplice, che è poi quello dei tragici greci: verità e potere non coincidono mai» .
Da Gomorra(pag.233-235) :" Andai sulla tomba di Pasolini non per un omaggio, neanche per una celebrazione. Pier Paolo Pasolini. Il nome uno e trino, come diceva Caproni, non è il mio santino laico, né un Cristo letterario. Mi andava di trovare un posto. Un posto dove fosse ancora can reflect on the possibility of the word without shame. The ability to write of the mechanisms of power, beyond the stories, beyond the details. Think if it was still possible to name names, one by one, to identify the faces, strip the bodies of the architectural elements of the offense and make them. If it was still possible to pursue such as truffle hogs the dynamics of the real, the affirmation of power, without metaphors, without mediation, with the single blade of writing. I took the train from Naples to Pordenone, a slow train from the name that was very eloquent on the distance covered: Marco Polo. A huge distance seems to separate from the Campania Friuli. Party at eight in ten minutes I arrived in Friuli winds of the past seven days later, through a cold night that I gave respite to sleep even a little. I arrived by bus from Pordenone to Casarsa and went walking with his head down as if he already knows where to go and the road can also be recognized by looking at the shoes. I lost, of course. But after wandering in vain I could get away Valvasone, the cemetery where he is buried Pasolini and his entire family. On the left, just after the entrance, there was a bed of bare ground. I approached this square with the center two white marble slabs, small, and I saw the grave. "Pier Paolo Pasolini (1922-1975)." On the side, just beyond, his mother. It seemed to be less lonely, and they began to splutter my anger, with clenched fists until the nails have come in the flesh of the palm. I began to articulate my I know, the "I know of my time. and I know I have proof. I know how to originate and where the economies take the smell. The smell of the affirmation and victory. I know what oozes profit. I know. And the truth of the word no prisoners because they devour everything and everything is proof. It should not drag proof is baste inquiry. Observes, weighs, look, listen. Sa. Does not condemn in no cage and no witnesses recanted. No regrets. I know and I have proof. I know where the pages of manuals vanish changing economy i loro frattali in materia, cose, ferro, tempo e contratti. Io so. Le prove non sono nascoste in nessuna pen-drive celata in buche sotto terra. Non ho video compromettenti in garage nascosti in inaccessibili paesi di montagna. Né possiedo documenti ciclostilati dei servizi segreti. Le prove sono inconfutabili perché parziali, riprese con le iridi, raccontate con le parole e temprate con le emozioni rimbalzate su ferri e legni. Io vedo, trasento, guardo, parlo, e così testimonio, brutta parola che ancora può valere quando sussurra: «È falso» all'orecchio di chi ascolta le cantilene a rima baciata dei meccanismi di potere. La verità è parziale, in fondo se fosse riducibile a formula oggettiva sarebbe chimica. I know and I have proof. And then the story. Of these truths. I always try to calm this anxiety that takes me every time I walk, every time I climb stairs, take lifts while on mats and rub the soles threshold exceeded. I can not stop a perpetual brooding soul about how they were built palaces and homes. And if I have someone at your word I can with difficulty to refrain from telling you how to pull up floors and balconies to the roof. It is not a universal sense of guilt that comes over me, nor a moral redemption to those who have been quashed by the historical memory. Rather than try to dispose of that mechanism rather Brechtian that I have ingrained to think in the hands and feet of history. In short, more the perpetually empty bowls that led to the storming of the Bastille that the proclamations of the Gironde and the Jacobins. I can not think about it. I always have this habit. As someone who thought that looking at Vermeer mixed colors, pulled the canvas with wood, assembled the pearl earrings, rather than to contemplate the portrait. A true perversion. I just can not forget about how the cycle of the concrete when I see a flight of stairs, and I do not distract from what you bring into the scaffolding tower to see a vertical windows. I can not pretend nothing has happened. I just can not see only the saved, and I think the mortar and trowel. Could it be that those born in the meridians have certain relationship with certain substances in a singular, unique. Not all the material is received in the same way everywhere. I think that in Qatar the smell of oil and gasoline references to feelings and flavors of huge homes, sunglasses and limousines. The same acidic smell of carbonfossile, in Minsk, I think references to dark faces, gas leaks, and smoked while cities in Belgium refers to the smell of garlic and onion of the Italians of the Maghreb. The same happens with the cement for Italy, to the south. Cement. Oil in the South. Everything comes from the cement. There is no economic empire was born in the South that does not see the shift in structures: tendering, procurement, quarries, cement, aggregates, mortar, bricks, scaffolding, workers. The weaponry of the Italian entrepreneur is this . "
.. His voice now belongs to us is safe until we are safe.
Thanks Saviano.
not read it means closing their eyes to the truth, do not understand it, go blind.
Saviano writes beautifully, has the genius to combine the beauty (his writing) and hell (the events narrated), to stop memorable images on paper, fully human ... no rhetoric or censorship of any term too. Every sentence is weighed
lived survived a war inside and outside of the author and the world around him, around us.
Gomorrah is not a fictional story, the dead are not decorated, life is stark: the blood flows freely, the smell of concrete mixes, the throat, stomach and fear takes you-reader-you're in it is what you had before your eyes-as-an Italian citizen and you never wanted to see why the bubble-indifferent-like their stories, unknown, that does not touch you .
why you may not know now, not lost time in ignorance ... because after all is different: you can not drink, eat, live in the same way ... is to acquire a consciousness of a guerra mai dichiarata ma che ha fatto più morti di qualsiasi altra guerra.
Saviano ha avuto la capacità geniale di partire dall"io so"pasoliniano e non fermarsi.
"Il romanzo delle stragi"del 14 novembre del '74 di Pasolini inizia così:
"Io so.
Io so i nomi dei responsabili di quello che viene chiamato "golpe" (e che in realtà è una serie di "golpe" istituitasi a sistema di protezione del potere).
Io so i nomi dei responsabili della strage di Milano del 12 dicembre 1969.
Io so i nomi dei responsabili delle stragi di Brescia e di Bologna dei primi mesi del 1974.
Io so i nomi del "vertice" che ha manovrato, dunque, sia i vecchi fascisti ideatori di "golpe", both the neo-fascist perpetrators of the first massacres, and finally, the "unknown" material authors of the recent massacres.
I know the names that have managed the two different, indeed opposite phases of the tension: a first anti-phase (Milan 1969) and a second phase of the antifascist (Brescia and Bologna 1974).
I know the names of the group of powerful figures who, with the help of the CIA (and the second order of the Greek colonels of the mafia), have created the first (besides failing miserably) an anti-Communist crusade, a dab '68, and later, again with the help and inspiration of the CIA, have recovered a virginity-fascist, it must reverse the disaster of the "referendum".
I know the names of those who between a Mass and the other, have given the provisions and ensured the security policy in general older (to keep standing in reserve, the organization of a potential coup), a young neo-fascists, even neo-Nazis (to create tension in the concrete anti), and common criminals, until now, and perhaps forever, without a name (to create the next power-fascist). I know the names of people who are serious and important behind the comic characters like the General Forestry he worked, rather operetta, in the ducal city (as the Italian forests burned), or the gray and purely organizational character as General Miceli.
I know the names of persons and number important behind the tragic children who have chosen suicide fascist atrocities and common criminals, or not in Sicily, which are made available, as killers and assassins.
I know all these names and know all the facts (killings and attacks on institutions) that you are guilty.
I know. But I have no evidence. I did not even clues.
I know because I am an intellectual, a writer who tries to follow everything that happens to know everything that he writes, to imagine all that you do not know or is silent; coordinating events even far away, that puts disorganized and fragmented pieces together of an entire coherent policy framework that restores the logic where there seems to arbitrariness, madness and mystery.
This is all part of my job and instinct of my job. I think it's unlikely that my "draft novel," is wrong, that does not have that bearing on reality, and that its references to real people and facts are inaccurate. I also believe that many other intellectuals and writers know what I know as an intellectual and novelist. Because the reconstruction of the truth about what happened in Italy after the '68 is not that difficult.
This truth - it is heard with absolute precision - is behind a large amount of journalistic and political action, also: that is, not as fancy or fiction is by nature il mio. Ultimo esempio: è chiaro che la verità urgeva, con tutti i suoi nomi, dietro all'editoriale del "Corriere della Sera", del 1° novembre 1974.
Probabilmente i giornalisti e i politici hanno anche delle prove o, almeno, degli indizi.
Ora il problema è questo: i giornalisti e i politici, pur avendo forse delle prove e certamente degli indizi, non fanno i nomi.
A chi dunque compete fare questi nomi? Evidentemente a chi non solo ha il necessario coraggio, ma, insieme, non è compromesso nella pratica col potere, e, inoltre, non ha, per definizione, niente da perdere: cioè un intellettuale.
Un intellettuale dunque potrebbe benissimo fare pubblicamente quei nomi: ma egli non ha né evidence or clues.
The power and the world, though not the power, take practical relations with power, ruled the intellectual free - just for the way it did - the ability to have evidence and clues.
I could argue that I, for example, as an intellectual and an inventor of stories, I could go into that world explicitly political (power or around the power), to compromise with it, and then have the right to participate, with some high probability, evidence and clues.
But this objection I reply that this is not possible, because it is the reluctance to enter such a world politician who identifies with my potential intellectual courage to tell the truth: that is to name names.
the intellectual courage of truth and the political practice are two irreconcilable things in Italy.
intellectualism - profoundly and viscerally despised by all the Italian bourgeoisie - will refer a warrant falsely high and noble, in reality servile to discuss the moral and ideological problems.
If he is put to this mandate is considered a traitor to his role: it just screams (as if he expected more than this) at the "treason of the clerics" is an alibi and a reward for politicians and for the servants of power.
But there is only power: there is also opposition to power. In Italy this opposition is so large and strong da essere un potere essa stessa: mi riferisco naturalmente al Partito comunista italiano."
E concludeva": solo quando un uomo politico - non per opportunità, cioè non perché sia venuto il momento, ma piuttosto per creare la possibilità di tale momento - deciderà di fare i nomi dei responsabili dei colpi di Stato e delle stragi, che evidentemente egli sa, come me, non può non avere prove, o almeno indizi.
Probabilmente - se il potere americano lo consentirà - magari decidendo "diplomaticamente" di concedere a un'altra democrazia ciò che la democrazia americana si è concessa a proposito di Nixon - questi nomi prima o poi saranno detti. Ma a dirli saranno uomini che hanno condiviso with them the power: how responsible children against more responsible (and it is not, as in the American case, which is better). This would ultimately be the real coup. "
Saviano-although not a politician-has the courage to do those names, does not stop at a" I know, "his word is one that involves and acting. With the data collected in his book helps to capture boss, move minds and foster a national debate on certain facts and silenced for too long dimenticati.I the crow Pasolini's "Hawks and the Sparrows" he said "I am convinced that someone else will take my flag and to bring it forward. "
From an interview with Roberto Saviano : "When I went to Casarsa on the grave of Pasolini, I was very angry. clenched fists do not open even wanted to write. I went there in a kind of empathy, to see if it was still possible to believe a word that can attack the reality. I've thought long and I am convinced that the literary word because released by targets, from court decisions, it can show the guts of power, can raggiungere un nucleo di significato molto semplice, che è poi quello dei tragici greci: verità e potere non coincidono mai» .
Da Gomorra(pag.233-235) :" Andai sulla tomba di Pasolini non per un omaggio, neanche per una celebrazione. Pier Paolo Pasolini. Il nome uno e trino, come diceva Caproni, non è il mio santino laico, né un Cristo letterario. Mi andava di trovare un posto. Un posto dove fosse ancora can reflect on the possibility of the word without shame. The ability to write of the mechanisms of power, beyond the stories, beyond the details. Think if it was still possible to name names, one by one, to identify the faces, strip the bodies of the architectural elements of the offense and make them. If it was still possible to pursue such as truffle hogs the dynamics of the real, the affirmation of power, without metaphors, without mediation, with the single blade of writing. I took the train from Naples to Pordenone, a slow train from the name that was very eloquent on the distance covered: Marco Polo. A huge distance seems to separate from the Campania Friuli. Party at eight in ten minutes I arrived in Friuli winds of the past seven days later, through a cold night that I gave respite to sleep even a little. I arrived by bus from Pordenone to Casarsa and went walking with his head down as if he already knows where to go and the road can also be recognized by looking at the shoes. I lost, of course. But after wandering in vain I could get away Valvasone, the cemetery where he is buried Pasolini and his entire family. On the left, just after the entrance, there was a bed of bare ground. I approached this square with the center two white marble slabs, small, and I saw the grave. "Pier Paolo Pasolini (1922-1975)." On the side, just beyond, his mother. It seemed to be less lonely, and they began to splutter my anger, with clenched fists until the nails have come in the flesh of the palm. I began to articulate my I know, the "I know of my time. and I know I have proof. I know how to originate and where the economies take the smell. The smell of the affirmation and victory. I know what oozes profit. I know. And the truth of the word no prisoners because they devour everything and everything is proof. It should not drag proof is baste inquiry. Observes, weighs, look, listen. Sa. Does not condemn in no cage and no witnesses recanted. No regrets. I know and I have proof. I know where the pages of manuals vanish changing economy i loro frattali in materia, cose, ferro, tempo e contratti. Io so. Le prove non sono nascoste in nessuna pen-drive celata in buche sotto terra. Non ho video compromettenti in garage nascosti in inaccessibili paesi di montagna. Né possiedo documenti ciclostilati dei servizi segreti. Le prove sono inconfutabili perché parziali, riprese con le iridi, raccontate con le parole e temprate con le emozioni rimbalzate su ferri e legni. Io vedo, trasento, guardo, parlo, e così testimonio, brutta parola che ancora può valere quando sussurra: «È falso» all'orecchio di chi ascolta le cantilene a rima baciata dei meccanismi di potere. La verità è parziale, in fondo se fosse riducibile a formula oggettiva sarebbe chimica. I know and I have proof. And then the story. Of these truths. I always try to calm this anxiety that takes me every time I walk, every time I climb stairs, take lifts while on mats and rub the soles threshold exceeded. I can not stop a perpetual brooding soul about how they were built palaces and homes. And if I have someone at your word I can with difficulty to refrain from telling you how to pull up floors and balconies to the roof. It is not a universal sense of guilt that comes over me, nor a moral redemption to those who have been quashed by the historical memory. Rather than try to dispose of that mechanism rather Brechtian that I have ingrained to think in the hands and feet of history. In short, more the perpetually empty bowls that led to the storming of the Bastille that the proclamations of the Gironde and the Jacobins. I can not think about it. I always have this habit. As someone who thought that looking at Vermeer mixed colors, pulled the canvas with wood, assembled the pearl earrings, rather than to contemplate the portrait. A true perversion. I just can not forget about how the cycle of the concrete when I see a flight of stairs, and I do not distract from what you bring into the scaffolding tower to see a vertical windows. I can not pretend nothing has happened. I just can not see only the saved, and I think the mortar and trowel. Could it be that those born in the meridians have certain relationship with certain substances in a singular, unique. Not all the material is received in the same way everywhere. I think that in Qatar the smell of oil and gasoline references to feelings and flavors of huge homes, sunglasses and limousines. The same acidic smell of carbonfossile, in Minsk, I think references to dark faces, gas leaks, and smoked while cities in Belgium refers to the smell of garlic and onion of the Italians of the Maghreb. The same happens with the cement for Italy, to the south. Cement. Oil in the South. Everything comes from the cement. There is no economic empire was born in the South that does not see the shift in structures: tendering, procurement, quarries, cement, aggregates, mortar, bricks, scaffolding, workers. The weaponry of the Italian entrepreneur is this . "
.. His voice now belongs to us is safe until we are safe.
Thanks Saviano.
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