Ramy is Adam, Greta, Nora, the ten year old girl used as a testimonial against the Pillon law, Marius, the child protagonist of the film C'è tempo by Walter Veltroni (who had already made a children's film called Children Know); and The Children's Paranza, the film-book of Roberto Saviano, but above all the children exhibited in congresses, in the street demonstrations of the Democratic Party, used in schools or programs Fazio for anti-mafia campaigns, anti-racism marches, anti-homophobia, anti-pollution, better if black, rom, migrants or disabled people. The utopia of a better world has ended up in the hands of children.
If they want to land immigrants or support the ius soli, show pictures of a child, they tell a heartbreaking story, like that of the drowned child with his report card sewn to his chest; they try to pass the landings and migratory flows through merciful chance, the poignant story, the tenderness to which it is beastly to say no. Children shield themselves, they use them as Trojan horses.
The Italian left he will be an abortionist, not very inclined towards the natural family and motherhood, will lean towards homosexual couples, winking at rented wombs, but for some time now it has devoted itself to childcare and the use of children as testimonials of its battles or those it wants to exploit. In that way he wants to confirm his superiority on a moral level, civil and sentimental and his special sensitivity towards the future and the generations to come. They want to mortgage the future, monopolizing “childishly correct” thinking of children, considered naturally left-wing. A political form of pedophilia, in an etymological sense, of course.
Right, the use of children is part of the political repertoire not today, so as not to go back to ancient times, just think of the twentieth century: the use that American presidents have made of it, i papi, the red and black sovereigns and totalitarian regimes, it was massive and never random. Showing the caress of a leader to a child, photograph a family picture, having a childish image or a private scene stolen with apparent casualness, it has long been part of political jargon and its communication strategies. Also Sandro Pertini, who also had no children or grandchildren, he wanted to appear like a grandfather who loved children. Even Sergio Mattarella, as soon as he can, pertains. Associating your image with children makes you more affable and reliable.
But now with political-emotional use what does the left make of it, there has been a worrying leap in quality: the child no longer limits himself to making the private and sentimental sphere of political leaders tender and positive, it no longer serves storytelling but takes a further step. The child is used as a vehicle, testimonial and direct bearer of ideological and political messages, promise of a new world and pure drive to make it happen; expresses the ideal revolt against the cynicism of the "grown-ups" who are reactionary in his presence, retrovi, grumpy bad guys and barbogies. The political use of childhood is brazen and demagogic as never before. Childism is now a political category. Children enjoy a special exemption, an implication of genuineness if not truth that makes them credible and irrefutable even when they express very banal, cloying and glazed considerations, and it is evident that they are trained.
There is a child-populism radical which waters small creatures with propaganda and hurls them against the harsh reign of the great. And if you as an adult compete with them, you're ridiculous, disadvantaged parties, awkward, they call you bimbominkia, you cannot criticize them, much less challenge them, while they can do so with candor and immunity. This is where the utopia of a better world has taken refuge, where everyone is brothers and shake hands like in the rainbow kindergarten of Peace propaganda & Benetton, without distinction of sex and homosexuality, of races, of civilization; migrants, exiles, residents. It is the parable of the left, from the Winter Palace to the Kindergarten. It's Bimbocracy, but for pretend.
The child is unassailable, if you try to do so the blue phone rings, has the chronological status of innocence, his very little one, immature past has no skeletons in the locker. If you try to make fun of the puer like some have done with Greta or Ramy, you are treated like a pedophobe, child rapist, heartless. It is a distortion of the “sinite parvulos come unto me” of Jesus Christ, a political re-edition of Pascoli's little boy, but also a subtle form of totalitarian pedagogy, inclusive of plagiarism and exploitation of minors. Behind the children's screen it is possible to deny the reality principle, satisfy desires, dreams, utopias and even ethically correct whims. With the illusion that a torchlight procession, a procession of kids, a banner are a remedy for organized crime, to killings, violence and wars. But the prayers, the sacrifices and foils used in the ancient world were perhaps more irrational to these beliefs than a torchlight procession, a slogan shouted in the square, a peace march can really change the course of things? Enter the fabulous world of the puerile left, this universe of garden gnomes, of fairies and heroines, the Smurfs' Soviet as a new childhood communism, administered in compulsory school. On to the next one, little hero.
MV, The Truth 26 March 2019