Lo schiavo smette di essere tale nel momento in cui tenta di strappare le proprie catene. E’ in quell’istante that, regardless of the consequences of the intent, resurfaces liberating dignity, desire, anger and deep sense of injustice to the master, forcing him into slavery. The revolt of the slave is a supreme act is - above all - a gesture of love for oneself and for all humanity. The revolt of the slave is hope and justice that you make a weapon to become a concrete possibility of emancipation, is simply the assertion of a desire for different life, perhaps happy. Slaves of Rosarno have told us. We have spoken through their gestures and their anger. And in the fire, shop windows broken, the signs were ripped off, bars in the police, there is contained the poem of a lover.
Perhaps love without calculation, the desperate love, love capable of flight, what is old. Just as slavery is something old. Perhaps for this reason, few people today to understand, to know how to read the poetry of slaves Rosarno. In Italy this dingy, slumbering in fear of "different" and steeped in hypocrisy, ruled by scoundrels supported by even more crazy fools, corrupted by hate and grew up in the mirage and the accumulation of wealth, is now crying foul. The scandal for violence, illegal immigration, to working conditions, insecurity exasperation. Well, gentlemen fall away, law-abiding citizens, you are right or left, whether you are Christian or sprinkled with molasses forged between the rigid links of the law, you're dead. Because only a "dead soul" can be debated within the law and the pages of newspapers around the declaration of a lover. To it or there are grants or refuses.
Those who accept the yoke of an every day more and more unbearable state as well as those who kiss the hand all'imperversare mafias, who lick the feet of the master - and then growl against those who are poorer or less fortunate - as well as those who benefit from the misery of others, tutti questi, di certo, rifiuteranno le avances degli immigrati di Rosarno. Ma costoro non meritano discorso, non è a loro che si vuole parlare.
Chi di certo ascolterà sono i “libertini”, quegli spiriti che ancora sanno desiderare, che ancora sanno quale è la differenza fra vivere e sopravvivere, fra la libertà e la schiavitù. Che sanno che mille auto incendiate non valgono la libertà e la dignità di un uomo.
La schiavitù è fatta di uomini e di merci, di imprese e di rapporti. Essa è possibile attraverso una politica ogni giorno più xenofoba e classista ed è sostenuta da eserciti in uniforme e mafiosi in doppiopetto. L’amore per la libertà è fatto di complicità e fantasy. The revolt of African immigrants in Rosarno is a gift to us all, time for us to reciprocate.
Because no man will never be free until the last chain is broken. Anarchists and libertarians in Genoa
