When I heard about this initiative I almost jumped for joy. It was just passed on May 23, did not participate for various reasons, but I knew that if I had attended I would have felt bad to hear the words of those hypocritical "representatives of the institutions" on stage, from the Minister of Education . For a change in that time has avoided being seen, but that's another story.
I learned later the birth of the Committee and what was planned. I know have contributed little, but not much I could do.
On July 18, at the start of the procession was heading Utveggio castle was in the car, in the rear, the trunk and seats filled with bottles of water to be distributed to people on the march.
When we did the accounts of 500 had remained a dozen and many people had refused ... who were we?
up at the top, listening to the words of the Savior, I felt dazed and confused.
That evening, at law, many participants, many already with the red diary in hand, many who continued to ask (in vain, even those that were already over). I get even the compliments of my former high school teacher of literature who congratulated for what we did. A very successful evening, strong and rich in content and feelings. The 19 initially feared that
via D'Amelio would remain empty, it was Sunday, it was hot, the hours to spend there were many, seemed endless. I was worried. Slowly people came, alone, in small groups, even families with small children to which they are made available to a program and colors and a couple of balls to play with.
work began, follow one after another, one of the other more interesting, more exciting one of the other. The satisfaction in coming to know that none of the top brass of Rome occurred in Palermo. I'm not really come as Savior said, "are afraid of our red diary." You do
11, 12, time passes, it's hot but a cloud pitiful avoid insolation. At 13.30 a break for lunch. At 14.30 we start again. They start the action. People go gradually increasing. All of a sudden, going up on stage with friends I see a lot of people that I never would have expected.
Silence, poem by Marjory Mountains. Someone somewhere weeping openly. Serious faces I see around me, looking down in honor of the six people who were wonderful memories but also some eyes looking at that castle there, which seems to lie on the road as 17 years ago. The excitement is hard to win, there are no words. But you have to leave. We are preparing to march to the Mansion. Let's go.
Few, very few open balconies. A dozen white sheets on the windows. Someone sees us and runs to take maybe a white shirt, so much for being with us. Some see us go, maybe look at us with disdain, others applaud us or greet us or we consider it simply a bunch of crazy ...
A sheet is unequivocal: "Paolo Borsellino Lives", a woman receives the applause and the greeting of all returns, excited and confused, did not expect ... After passing the square
XIII Victims motorists in the queue are impacted by parking where they are forced, as if they insult us, someone asks the reason for the march.
arrive in Piazza Marina. A boy of fifteen years, I asked "What is it?". I explain quickly what had happened 17 years ago. She looks at me, laughing: "Ah, but still you think?" And runs off to play with friends.
I turn to you now, my boy. You still were not there in 1992. Lucky for you or for your bad luck you have not lived through those years, terrible year.
We still think we'll always, not to mourn, or at least not alone. The year of the massacres: Capaci, via D'Amelio, via Georgofili, was experienced by those who then had your age or was slightly larger than a year of radical change.
You know, some of us were taught that the Mafia, Cosa Nostra and the protection of the Sicilians. The state is far away, in Rome, and we do not think. If we want justice, security, work, raise a family, take home, no need to contact the state, as have other thoughts. Talk with Tom and Don Don Dick, they will help you. In return you have to do much. Vote whoever you tell them, so just go up all the same, one might as well you know. Do you have a store? Do not pay insurance, those are thieves. Pay them, protect you seriously, do not you'll ever robbery or an accident, you'll see. You need to work? We think they have a place for everyone, Peppino have made the region, you'll see.
Most "high" they said yes it is true, are not exactly honest, but they eat and eat all .
You see, my boy, they eat and eat eat have swallowed my future and yours.
Giovanni Falcone and Paolo Borsellino were two mica supersayan, had no superpowers. They were two men who made a particular job. Judges were, with a capital G. For many years they worked to understand how what we, who were the people who were part and that they were taking away every last remnant of freedom the Sicilians. Why
Falcone and Borsellino were killed? Because they have discovered. They found out who they were, who they were and where they were. They found that what is done by our people apparently for good, people of lower class but also big businessmen, politicians, lawyers, doctors, people who have studied and who knows how to behave in society. Do not have time to make everyone know what they had discovered. To avoid more problems, after two big jobs, the Mafia decided they had done too much. Imagine that to be quite sure to kill them, they used tons of TNT. You will have seen pictures on TV, right? To kill a highway completely destroyed. Two buildings to pieces to kill each other. It does not matter if there is some middle innocent. No, no cops, as they deserve .
Why after 17 years we think about it again?
Because we know that the Mafia is not what they wanted us to believe, but it is crime, dishonesty, violence, death and destruction.
Why do we want the truth. We want to know who killed Borsellino, who stole the red diary in which he wrote all but its all the secrets of his inquiries. We want to know how far the state has to do, the Secret Service.
We just want justice.
why.
