"I have a concept of ethical journalism,
because I believe that journalism is a fact of truth
prevent many corruptions ,
reduce violence and crime, and claims to take
constantly alert the police,
reminders the constant attention of justice,
causing the political good governance.
A journalist incapable of truth out of cowardice or calculation
carries on his conscience all human sorrows
that could have prevented,
suffering, oppression, the corruption, violence
that has not been able to fight, his own failure.
Where there is truth and justice can be done to defend freedom. "
"Giuseppe Pippo Fava said (Acreide Palazzolo, 15 September 1925 - Catania, January 5, 1984) was a writer, journalist and Italian playwright, essayist and writer as well.
was a charismatic, popular with his staff for their professionalism and the way of life simple. He was editor of the Journal of the South and founder of The Sicilians , according to newspaper anti-Mafia in Sicily, the film Palermo or Wolfsburg, which has handled the screenplay, won the Golden Bear Festival Berlin 1980. He was killed in January 1984 and the crime were convicted of the members of the mafia clan Santapaola. It was the second killed by intellectual Cosa Nostra after Giuseppe Impastato (May 9, 1978). "(Wikipedia)
Contributed by Bloglandia.it Palermo and its responsible Walter Gianni, I wanted to bring this post that re- an article written by Sicilian journalist and published June 6, 1983 in the journal The Sicilians, the same magazine that he founded Fava. The headline was: The 100 Masters of Palermo.
"Walking in Palermo. The avenue of white sun. The big clouds coming from Punta Raisi, their shadows on the avenue runs faster than the car. The sky is dazzling on the sea, the sky over the mountains to the south, black storm. The ice cream Roney. Three middle-aged ladies on the chairs are green, with high eyebrows and mouths ladies Tolouse Lautrec, sitting at the red couch. Greedy with smoke puffs, one says and laughs constantly, shaking the ashes into the air, the other mellow smiles, nods to the third. Sorption almond granita. Three equal mouths as if they were painted by the same hand. Walking in Palermo. The heart of the old market mezzogiornno. At least five thousand people in a maze of alleys that lie all along the square. One hundred stalls surmounted by giant red umbrellas, fish, vegetables, meat, apples, walnuts, lobster, veal insaguinati quarters, kids sventratri hanging from hooks, the auctioneers shouting all together fighting as one against the other, in a crowd. [...]
Palermo is one of the most beautiful cities in Europe and certainly one of the most unhappy. Perhaps more of the same Naples. Palermo is sumptuous and obscene. Palermo is like New Delhi, with its fabulous palaces of the Maharajah and dying bodies of outcasts on the edge of the boulevards. Palermo is like Cairo, with a forest of skyscrapers and gardens in the midst of which insinuate themselves rotten shacks hieroglyphics. Palermo is like all the capitals of those people who were never able to be nations. [...] Is the history of Palermo in Sicily, all the cowardice and all the heroism, the despair, the fury, the defeats, the rebellions. Palermo is Spain, the Moors, the Swabians, the Arabs, the Normans, the Angevin, there is no other place to be such as Palermo Sicily, Palermo is not yet popular among Sicilians. The western island subject themselves because they can not otherwise [...] The Orientals even say instead of being of another race: those sicani and instead we Sicilians, the Carthaginians, Saracens, Andalusian, Neapolitan, we Greeks, Romans, Swabians, Milan. [...] I do not like Palermo and Palermo in Sicily knows perfectly but does not care. I do not like to Palermo in Sicily because it only requires that the capital charges and obedience, and truth in Palermo wants this especially, as it should be the relationship between sovereign and subjects. The Catania, the Syracuse, Messina, Ragusa on you biting each other, but if someone asks the stranger coming, they say, Siciliano! It is enough. The Palermo says Palermo, who in his opinion what is unique and sovereign. [...] Death in Palermo is different, violent death. Deeper, more mysterious and fatal. It requires contemplation: a row of chairs all around the bloodied body in the street, and relatives sit still in silence watching. The kids still and attentive. Death is not to be missed show. The dead always have a reason for being. In Palermo, it must be considered and understood.
Who are the bosses of Palermo? [...] It 's an essential question as being masters of Palermo is not just some giant steer business to thousands of billions, but infinite, invisible pathways also govern the political development of the South Island and then: for example, determine in which banks must be filed on public money, and who should manage these banks [...] In Sicily, Palermo, and then of course, there is an extraordinary phenomenon: that everything that happens in Italy, for good or worse, depends on the parties now despotid of national life, but this power in the South is disintegrating, degrade, corrupt, privatized. A politician can become president or minister, is the management thinks it is God Almighty, but in reality he is a minister or president to manage a situation, a proposal, a compromise that others have discussed and decided before him and have simply given . Even in Naples, a minister can be master. There may be none. So who are the bosses of Palermo. Mind you: the owners, not the owner [...] If there are now sprouts a Caesar the ides of March. Palermo resembles Rome in the late Roman Empire with the conspiracies, the Praetorians, the senators who make Caligula their horses, the clientele that fluctuate from one to another winner. But even more resembles Palermo all'Atene of the decline [...] The virtues that matter in Palermo are not those of a Pericles, a rather ddi Cardinal Mazarin, who knows how to intrigue, join, link [...] never be the first person in 'affair of one hundred or one million, but kindly be assured of a ten per cent, half of which distribute to friends, confidants, allies and even some opponents lightly. Nor Pericles, nor Alcibiades. [...]
Piersanti Mattarella, whose character has now become legendary Sicilian politics of the last decade, Mattarella was the son of Bernard, the owner of western Sicily, where Palermo still has only one master. [...] He had no scruples. If some of his votes came from the provinces of ras mafia, who were well, were equally the votes of Italian citizens. And if those big elettorti ask a favor in return, Bernardo Mattarella did not deny. [...] The old Piersanti Mattarella wanted this child, his dauphin and heir, accustomed to power with the same meticulous care, the same pedantry, the queen mother is usually used for the Prince of Windsor: the first good student, excellent riding officer of the Imperial Navy, a marriage of royal class, a trip for the whole Commonwealth to fascinate subjects. At the appropriate time the throne. Piersanti was tall, handsome, intelligent, loving talker, just graduated, he lived in Rome [...] When the father thought the opportune moment, he did come to Palermo because he was candidate for city council. The Municipality of Palermo has a gym like no other policy in which we learn the arts of negotiation for which the political bargain is always different from what is officially discussed, and refine the arts of eloquence [...] Piersanti learned, what not to understand what others were saying. Then he was elected by the regional [...] and also here Piersanti Mattarella was diligent and attentive. He was elected Councillor for Finance. It was at that time that were confirmed to the family tax collection contracts Salvo. [...] Finally Piersanti Mattarella was elected president of the region. And suddenly the man suddenly changed. Avewva studied all the arts to become Mazzarino and suddenly became Pericles. He put all the dignity that should always be a man dignity means uncompromising moral clarity in government, honesty in government. Piersanti Mattarella was able to think big and think on their own. [...] How could a man live so, and in addition to live as president? No one will never understand if Mattarella was killed because he had stopped one thing that was happening, or because they could have stopped things invecve still had to happen. [...]
who are the owners of Palermo? The methods of identification are two: one political, the other financial corporations, ie the first identification of politicians through laws and government actions determine the major public affairs, including its expectation of [...] Even in the political situation changed. The tyrant is no more. Mattarella tried to impose a moral rule at all, thought he had the charisma of the garment. Before he had tried, with different style and other beliefs, Vito Ciancimino, certainly the most famous character of the Christian Democrats and then the Palermo policy. [...] Vito Ciancimino was not Piersanti Mattarella, he was so smart when it was candid, he was as an actor as the leader. Not having the vocation of Alcibiades understood to be worth more as long as Mazarin, that is patient, quiet, ironic. Among Italian politicians, resembles more than any other Giulio Andreotti (in the hope that neither take offense). [...] Vito Ciancimino antimafia collapsed in the last phase of the investigation. He was accused, he first city planning commissioner and then mayor of Palermo tear have left the mob. Christian Democracy was afraid. [...] Before the Vito Ciancimino DC wearing a veil pulled burial: defer to the arbitrators because the party was entitled to decide whether to stay within the party to head up or be expelled with ignominy. Time and silence.
Who are the bosses of Palermo? Ruffini Minister, Mr Lima, the former mayor Valenzi? Sure! [...] Epper also countless others. In reality, until not long ago in Palermo there were large, unbreakable political bosses. John Gioia was Louis XIV. Everything went through her consent. [...]
Palermo! Walking in Palermo. Walking touching the beautiful palace where once lived the Swabians, Normans, emirs, Angioni, and now the curtain is falling apart, behind these walls floors and ceilings are breached, the stairs collapsed. Walking in the streets of Palermo deafened by the cries of hundreds of vendors in a crowd that seemed to wander with the motion of crazy ants on an apple core [...] But in this great capital of the South, thousands of children live in the real dens like beasts, human, and tens of thousands of men live miserably to mouth, tiny businesses, charities, robberies, and one hundred and fifty human beings were murdered in a year in the streets, and some one hundred and fifty disappeared, removed from the white shotgun. All this is rhetorical. [...] Go up the stairs of the Palace of the Eagles and know that somewhere part, in any room, the division was committed to fifty billion for the urban devastation of Palermo, and some of the men were or aqncora will be among the governors of this city [...] "
Giuseppe Fava
" Sometimes I have to explain who makes him do, I lose. So, you know how it ends when either: half a million to a boy and all that awaits you in the house ... " ( Pippo Fava )
In reporting this article of the unforgettable Pippo Fava I'm excited, but between the tears and despair I rose a feeling of hatred towards these criminals who "love" definirsisi "Men of Honor". But what men and what an honor, this kind of fake men (quaquaraquà say good Sciascia) solve all killing, trampling on human dignity, such as DENTIFICATION and feelings. But then talk about what an honor, perhaps the taste is to trample all schizophrenic? They kill only because they are afraid of intelligence and abilities of real men, those who know him the honor and respect him. They are people just are too weak and sick of money and power. They are eternal, unfortunately, here is what they are complexed. Real men do not need Pistore, knives or bombs, walk to make their ideas but, alone, heart and intelligence. They are weak and scared them killed. But all of this and s'ingozzeranno pay in cash up to die, because when they discover that they do not eat will be their end. They are alone without their families, because they have no respect even for their sons and their wives.
The Mafia is a cancer of itself, it will kill itself, but we do not have perdrla of view, we must contribute to its demise and take her into their final burial. All together we have to go with her, we all Sicily and all the men of this world. We have to give her a final farewell and bury it forever with all its roots are numerous, because they reside, unfortunately, human nature: the Beast.
Honor, then, to the men who died defending our freedom, here are these men of honor.
Gaetano Similar MacColl
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