
strange hybrid storms. Coincidentally, tomorrow, August 8, is the anniversary of the tragedy of Marcinelle, which caused 262 deaths of several nationalities, including 136 Italians. But on August 8 is the day on which it enters into force the law which, among other things, leads the offense in the Italian underground. Fifty years after
Marcinelle, Italy became a land of immigration rather than emigration. The immigrants, until a few years ago considered a resource, are now the scapegoat, a panacea for all ills that afflict the beautiful country: producers of social insecurity, crime, or come to steal jobs and homes Italians; and also smart and poor who use government borrowing social or who flout freedoms granted to them. We know them well and we know how much of these stereotypes have had a certain policy that aims to stimulate the lower parts of Italians in rooted in the collective. Prejudices hard to scratch as a piece of granite, which many have forgotten when we were Italian migrants, exploited workers, the 'beggars', the illegal immigrants. Sons of a land that gave no fruits, and so forced to dig coal Abbadon to go hundreds of meters underground - dreaming of the green mountains of Abruzzo, or imagining the smell of Sicilian lemons - in exchange for a loaf of bread that hatred who do you expect on the surface made it difficult to digest.
I was very impressed that, in these days to defend the rights of those who arrived in Italy by cultivating the dream of a better life, was a senior member of the right as Mirko Tremaglia. One who joined the Italian Social Republic after September 8, '43, and then, after the war, he became executive MSI, then that of AN gave the Ministry for Italians in the world in the second Berlusconi government. By a person with a resume like that I never expected a word in favor of immigrants. But after hearing that phrase in effect pulled out of the hat in an interview with Tremaglia Century of Italy a few days ago: "It 's wrong to make a crime of illegally-said in the faces of immigrants you read the despair and illusions of our grandparents. "Past, present and future are mixed. Tremaglia And just applause.
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