di Angelo d'Orsi "What country is the one where they kill the poets?", Wondered the anger and pain of Alberto Moravia, November 2, 1975, before the murder of Pier Paolo Pasolini. What country is, we continue to ask. And, terrified, we do not know the answer. This is still there.
And today, in this country, you kill the poetry, culture, education. "The culture you do not eat," he ruled, moreover, with his clucking voice, the minister who manages the financial resources, and that is the real head of government. But the resources are removed to public school, public University, in all institutions culture, our illustrious ruins (which surely someone would like cemented: and so you let it fall apart, former minister almost true Mr. Bondi?), the resources that fall outside the theaters, music, art, cinema, well those resources, mysteriously reappear, when it comes to financing a few friends, or friends of friends, then friends if you are over the Tiber, and dress robes, skirts purple better, then it becomes even more generous.
is true or not and funds from the Ministry of Culture, denied or severely spared to almost all foundations and research institutes, fall like a river on the Pontifical Università Lateranense, detta Pio IX, che ha ingoiato, da sola, la stragrande parte delle risorse destinate alle attività del mondo universitario. Si possono avere lumi, in merito, di grazia?
Un governo della Repubblica, che nega il sostegno alle sue università, alle sue scuole, che cadono a pezzi, dove non ci sono risorse per l’acquisto di carta e penne, dove agli insegnanti si chiede sempre di più per dar loro sempre meno, in termini non solo finanziari, ma di riconoscimento morale. Ebbene quello stesso governo della Repubblica finanzia lautamente una università non soltanto privata, ma espressione di uno Stato sovrano, la Città del Vaticano! E come mai, qui, lords of the Northern League that every day thunder against foreign workers, immigrants taking jobs that "our" (colossal dance), why stop their polemics here? Rhetorical questions, superfluous. We should not expect anything - if not disasters - from this government and its political class.
What we have to consider the 315 deputies who, as one man, automatically, have pretended to believe that the famous phone call to police headquarters in Milan, Silvio, that night of miracles, was made in good faith? That our Prime Minister really wanted to avoid a diplomatic crisis internationally since, in the person of Miss Ruby, none other than the granddaughter of uncle Mubarak.
That vote, I think he represented the true point of no return at least in the history of the Republican Parliament, irrefutable evidence of the moral decay of a squalid political class, ready to be bought by first passing by offering candy, candy called personal favors, called undersecretary, who called President of entities in which they offer chips and benefices; ready, everybody, to let to buy, and indeed often to offer in exchange for vague promises even radio and television programs, or whatever. Maybe even an invitation to the palace, after dinner with the animated "Olgettina" disguised as policemen or nurses complacent ... But what country is this?
A country where, perhaps, most poets do not kill, but kills every day, a civic sense, memory and the same story, reversing the meaning. A country in which you want to erase the sense of belonging to a community built over decades, a community that has meant adherence to values \u200b\u200band principles, not blood and soil, namely the Italian community made up not of those who were born on this earth but who have chosen to live, to learn the language, to help build the identity, to know the ancient history, history of excellence, that once the world envies us, and today, in front of the daily spectacle of inefficiency and arrogance of our governicchio, and before the performance of our Prime Minister, threw him to face that past, saying: "But you as you have fall so low? How could you go from Cavour to Berlusconi? From Mazzini Bossi? From Garibaldi to Russia? Francesco De Sanctis in Mariastella Gelmini? As you can tolerate the destruction or sale of your immense and extraordinary artistic patrimony? "
And we come to the controversy about our shameful Risorgimento. In any other country "civilian" who dared to revoke question the foundations of the state, the foundations of the national community, would be considered a traitor, be punished by law, and the assumption most favorable to him to withdraw the same nationality. Here in the "beautiful country where the" yes "sound", the government is a party that in its foundational paper, in Article 1, proclaimed the secession as a goal. Here is a Minister of the Republic can easily threaten the use of force to implement the so-called independence of Padania (?). And nothing happens.
I do not think showing proceedings against this gentleman, or action to outlaw - as would any other country - a party which proclaimed the secession of a slice of territory, of course the richer, the rest of nazione.Ho called "Risorgimento", the plural is not by chance. Why the controversy antirisorgimentale connects to the one against the Resistance.
are the foundations of Italy who wanted to be modern and progressive, secular and liberal at least: that Italy has adopted a multi-faceted identity, but unitary of Italy that was built not only by battles and glorious episodes, from the dead on the battlefields of Curtatone, or on the Carso, the guerrilla or partisan, but the thousands of victims of hardship and toil in the rice fields of the Po, or in the wheat fields of the tables, or in zolfatare of Sicily, or undeclared work today in Calabria and in Campania.
Italy that fascism has suffered, and he is redeemed thanks to those "handful" as neorevisionisti contemptuously call them, those brave boys and women, those men and women of the Resistance, those whose names are now forgotten by us guilty, face, timidly, greyed on the gravestones at the corners of many of our city and many of our villages. And, lest we forget, from the people's struggle, though animated by heroic minority (just like the Risorgimento), namely the anti-fascist and anti-Nazi resistance, and the arc of the forces that drove, did the Constitution, the founding paper of contemporary Italy. "It's not easy to defend the Constitution itself. The need to defend the citizens," said a few days ago the president of the Constitutional Court, Ugo de Siervo. But I go further: we now can not be content to defend, we must stop to stay holed up in fortresses besieged by Indians, indeed, wrong metaphor.
Indians us: we were locked up in reserves, have left us the right of the remote, we were allowed to change channels, let us jus murmurandi, the right to grumble, and to strike the "Capo" and its grim Janissaries and his merry maidens, for a fee, and each other. Leave us still go to the bookstore to buy some antiberlusconiano pamphlet, and cinema can still see, if we're lucky, few films other than December or cinepanettoni cinevacanza July. And, of course, have a great resource on the Internet, to let off steam. But there is enough, that? We just end up with us today? We just Shake defend the Constitution, with the tricolor flutters? Maybe not.
is important to do, how we do it, but we have to invent other forms of action. We need to talk to those who have not yet understood the importance of mail involved, who does not realize that we are sitting on the edge.
We must be methodical and persevering, must be sharp and combative, and we must attack every day, each working on the ground where he feels at ease, our goal must be informed and the ignorant and shake the sloth. And the latter is more difficult than the first: our aim must be, always, that Gramsci expressed in the famous article that had to finish in Sanremo, to be discovered by a few million Italians and Italian.
hate the indifferent, the cry that was launched in 1917 by Antonio Gramsci, in this city: "I live, sono partigiano!”. Anche noi dobbiamo esserlo: partigiani della verità, partigiani dell’azione, partigiani non solo di una nuova Resistenza, ma di un nuovo Risorgimento. Da Torino, forse, oggi, il modo migliore per celebrare il centocinquantenario, è lanciare un grido: “RisorgItalia!!”.
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