Tonight in Rome four children have died a horrible death. In truth there is no death that is not, when a child dies. Four children have died, burned alive before the eyes of those who loved them and that nothing could control the flames. Every time that happens - it happens every now and then - all hope is the last time, everyone is asking that this not happen again, and mayors, even those fascists go sad at the tragedy, to swear in front of a camera that everything will be the fact that a child should not ever die like this.
He did the mayor of Rome, " It 's a really terrible tragedy for our city . He said Gianni Alemanno, who rushed to the slums of the nomads of Tor Fiscale. "And 'the tragedy of these illegal camps cursed - he continued - we had warned many times because they are dangerous .
I might like to ask a question to the mayor Alemanno, his hotly after these statements, for example, I asked what it intends to do now that he would ask the "powers Special "against this fear that, given the approach of a new campaign, will again be one of the Italic emergencies to be addressed head on. Probably, in a moment of sensitivity recovered, I would have said that already much has been done, but not all the possible and not everything that could be done.
I'm sorry in front of four charred corpses, no one has felt the need to recall what were the social policies of the municipality of Rome, with respect to Roma. I remember the bulldozers at dawn one morning Prenestino wiped out "the houses" of hundreds of people, and their eyes lost while in rows of plastic holding Buston and their kids hanging around his neck, under the eyes of the police and the army deployed, they climbed on the buses that they would be deported to where no one ever knew. If those images were in black and white, then I thought, I could confuse them with those known to us (especially January 28 Memorial Day) the deportation of Jews. And he did it again the mayor Alemanno, the Laurentino or on the banks of the Tiber, where not only the Roma children are dying of cold or fire, but the gentleman that there was parking the car or the woman who cared for the old neighbor.
I do not know how long the anger civil society for the death of four children, and I do not know how long the mayor. Maybe just before drop the veil of media on the matter, once again we see the bulldozers at work, the children plays sandwiched between cardboard and plywood, and someone will still have the courage to say that we must " allow these communities in our region to live in safe and dignified " when in fact, left without shelter, they can not help but build another as soon as possible until the next dead or until the next eviction .
When this field will be cleared out small, perhaps no one will think to say or remember that the four brothers died tonight, they were already cleared by another squatter camp in the name of the propaganda safety and urban quality of the capital. Besides just getting on a train and look out the window in any of the stations near the big cities. The favelas of our cabins are there with the smoke of the fires between strips and cartoons, including plastic sheeting and rags of children hanging in the trees and that never dry, avvolti dal silenzio di chi anche guardando non vuole vedere. Fino a quando muore un bambino. Anzi, quattro.
Rita Pani ( APOLIDE )
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