Sunday newspapers read to coffee, quietly, as in the quiet of a country bar, with commentaries between allied pleased to find himself in the words of Scalfari, the exciting article Sofri. But the real editorial
unaware of the Republic, the one that hit me like a fist, shook my heart and squeezed the belly is another. It 's a picture of the news, not "art", not tamed by the special effects, it's there on page 7.
You see a migrant (in this pleasure of euphemisms, comforters of bad conscience, so even calls them the TG1) which cries, maybe on your knees? holding the hand of an agent Finance. I see again and that photo, I may have drawn incorrect conclusions, I hope, the feeling is that the agent leaves his hand, properly and hygienically protected by a plastic glove, abandoned, immobile, anodyne. It does not seem to reciprocate the close. And the young immigrants landed on Lampedusa, which holds it to him with both hands, vainly begs understanding, perhaps pity.
Pity: it my reaction was the same at the sight of the Ark to Nicholas, in front of those women torn by grief. The same as when faced with the militia, that he fell backwards. The child taken away - to where we know - from a ghetto.
But I do not like the pity. I wish I never had to try it. I wish that our country does not know it, instead putting "compassion", that of Rosa Luxemburg who writes about a buffalo to the yoke, exemplary image of "slavery", that of Kierkegaard, which comes from 'being tested at the same so, what is practiced putting the "place of suffering, instead of every sufferer." That of Schopenhauer, which sees it as an extension of self-love, as its share of pain and others. So I should feel
that a "civil and political compassion, solidarity and common share indignant because the insult done at the suffering is also committed against us all human, against those of us who have suffered abuse misery exile and those who will suffer.
But in these days to pursue something close to the compassion, the voice that was raised was stronger than that of the Church, accustomed to Christian piety. Alzatasi silence on the minds of indifferent to try to cover the ugly noises of the fascists of today, too much like those of yesterday. Ben
be that voice.
But I would like others, legitimized by history to scream.
That equality of the left has constructed thoughts, beliefs and struggles. That "culture" and education, because the overwhelming Racism kills the future, the beauty of thought. That of the institutions, yet independent.
Because unlike the Church I believe that the principle of political equality among citizens and civil is not the result of a natural condition, which precedes the formation of the political sphere. Especially today that it has expanded the gap between the differences of origin, including those living in the West and who among the fat overwhelmed the rest of the world, that of survival and the promise of death by starvation.
Equality "civil society" is not a natural endowment, but a conquest that individuals gain by accessing the public sphere and must be guaranteed by democratic political institutions.
For this offense to the rights of the boy with his cap in the photo on the Republic is a threat to our "right to have rights," a danger to our "citizenship" for our community membership and democratic our exercise of freedom and dignity.
So I would hear the voices of the choir of democracy or what's left. For this we must make our voices heard. Before it's too late.
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