... all dead ... Ricorre oggi, 8 agosto, l'anniversario di una delle più
gravi sciagure che l'Italia abbia patito.
Stamattina
RAI EDU ha trasmesso una
puntata dedicata interamente a quel disastro ; una storia agghiacciante non solo per il fatto in sè, i tanti morti. Dietro quei morti c'erano le storie di tanti giovani italiani (e non solo) costretti dalla disperazione della fame e della miseria a lasciare la propria Terra, il proprio nulla, per regalare se stessi al cinismo di governi che avevano bisogno di braccia. In cambio di ... cosa?
Oggi le morti sul lavoro vengono ricordate, chissà perchè, una volta ogni tanto. Sembrano pochi, Today those who die while working in Italy. But many are. Because a worker who dies on the job, unless you die along with two or three other gentlemen, unless they die in a big factory, it becomes news only when there is a hole diqualche seconds to fill in a newscast. The
August 8 should be, perhaps, the day when we remember all those who lost their lives for the job.
On this day, in the synthesis of this broadcast, there's all the drama of those who know, even today, go to work that could be a one-way trip.
Of course, many things have changed in these 54 years, yet it too is still so damn same. By the cynicism of those who sent arms in exchange for coal at a discounted price (process, however, never carried out, because the USA will you give us so much, they, of carbon), the memory of those who felt the scorn of the local population, while they were there because saendo " mine the Belgians no longer wanted to go, "and distant families, disease, children and grandchildren (one in a thousand) that have become" somebody "even with that Italian name, and while many have returned, some with well-being the house for themselves and their loved ones, others with nothing and with the load of shame of those who "did not have it done."
Coal was the wealth of the rich Belgium. Black gold.
Every time you have to define a goods, materials, a product that generates wealth, it is reprocessing and is colored in gold. The gold was black as coal, black gold is oil.
Gold just is what is extracted from mines in states where African slavery, the inhumanity of many wealthy few and makes someone happy.
may become difficult to smile when you know what's behind
extraction of a woman's best friend, perhaps.
white gold to feed the hypocrisy of those who first used the bathrooms of courts, Parliament and
dancing "VIP" for snorting cocaine or smoking badly, and then, having fed the bloody power of drug traffickers, who exploit them, destroy, kill without pity, sign petitions or start marching (to where?) against the exploitation of the peoples of South America, Afghanistan, against the corruption ...
...
E 'in full swing, now, the collection of tomato, Campania, Puglia.
Other stories of exploitation, poverty, emigration of families apart. Of discrimination and racism, "rejections."
"learn languages \u200b\u200band go abroad." The world is full of men who will do the job that "Italians do not want to do more," today. Like the Belgians with coal, yesterday.
The tomato red gold.
