Roma, 12 gen – Anyone who has even studied the history of «black hearts" of the seventies he knows well that the peculiarity of those deaths does not lie in the fact that, at the time, one would lose one's life only by fighting in the ranks of the right. To black hearts, Indeed, they act as a counterbalance red hearts, whose mothers certainly shed no fewer tears. There is, but, a crucial difference, among the stories of the red and black fallen of the seventies: around the tragedies of the seconds a was activated justification mechanism completely unknown to the killings of the former. In no city council of the time did applause resound for the death of a fallen Red, as instead happened in Milan when the news of his death spread Sergio Ramelli. In no villa in Fregene the jet set culture of the time dined on champagne for the release of some black mass murderer, as instead happened in Moravian villa when they freed the massacres of Primavalle. The Nar were never "self-styled", as instead, in many editorial offices, were defined Red Brigades. In the newspapers of the time, Communists never died from self-combustion or from «internal fairy», as instead regularly happened to blacks. Killed once, from the lead of the guns. Twice, from the lead of typographical characters, from newspapers, and not just the extremist ones, That they relativized, they insinuated, they belittled. Three times, from a justice that often will never arrive. Four times, from the attempt to process even the memory of it.

Why are we talking about all this today when those tragedies are distant and faded? Because the number of hands willing to pull triggers on ideological enemies has fortunately decreased drastically, the cogs of the justifying mechanism and the ideological exterminationism that oiled it still seem to have a certain vitality. The revolting blasphemy that oozes from the cover of the latest issue ofEspresso would be enough in itself to cancel out any "let's remain human", to annihilate any ambition for humanitarian catechesis on the part of such subjects. Protected beams, reads the title. E, in the background, the door of the Acca Larentia section. «Protected bundles», on the images of that wall that, like no other, he saw how much the fasces were not protected by anyone, killed like dogs by communists and the police, with journalists arriving and putting out their cigarettes in the pools of blood.

Protected beams, says the weekly magazine dei De Benedetti. Protected. The bundles. They relate, as is obvious, at the alleged assault by Verano. That, to understand each other, without a shred of evidence. Ma, to build this monument to his own victimhood and relaunch the paranoid narrative about the fascist danger at the door, they consciously decide to torture a historical wound that has never healed. It's one deliberate provocation: even if they have no sense of the sacred in themselves, they are skilled enough to know how to recognize other people's, when it needs to be desecrated. And they send a message: maybe there is no one left, Today, that he has the balls to shed the blood of his political enemies again, but you will always find someone ready to put out cigarettes in the remaining puddles.
Adriano Scianca
Source: https://www.ilprimatonazionale.it/politica/espresso-fasci-protetti-100834/