Published on "the Fund" of http://www.mirorenzaglia.org/
The following article was born after being sentenced to six years for manslaughter for the agent Luigi Spaccarotella. I did not want to chronicle the event, it certainly does not need to read the Fund and especially for me to know how the process went. This article is for the indignation and Spaccarotella penalty given for the three-year sentence given to those who have killed Federico Aldovrandi. Both judgments are the last two weeks. Mine does not want to be an indictment of the total, or an incitement to violence against the police. He wants to be a question or two. The first is with these judgments, as one might think that young people have confidence in the police? How can you claim that is triggered more violence? The other question, is not a question, but it is a provocation. A provocation against the security decree, a provocation against the military in the streets or patrols? Too. But it is a provocation to say that the outrage over abuses there is and must always be: a ultras, with no global, with a guy who went to raves, with the Iranians, Tibetans and even with a guardian of order that suffers violence. Always. The most obnoxious is not the non-sentences, but the ham slices over the eyes. The most obnoxious is a country that bubble all demonstrators for mercenaries in the pay of someone else. The most hateful thing is to read the bulletin boards facebookkiane comments of friends of people who rely on repression to an event that has yet to begin. The most hateful thing is cry only the dead that concern us. This, along with these horrible judgments is really disgusting!
SM
Gabriele Sandri. He, too, just "a guy"
This morning I was walking in a hot Rome, with my crutches, I remember a recent sports injury. Going slowly, and I was immersed in my thoughts to fetch the slabs of broken ankle. At one point I see two soldiers, a boy and a girl, who are on my own sidewalk. Dressed in their camouflage, the rifle and the face of poor bastards who felt hotter than me. The next step, fearing that I have always, even when I take the plane and see the financiers to withdraw scholarships, or even when I go to concerts and there are drug-sniffing dogs (and I, none of the cases have nothing to hide only smoking a pipe). I stated in my face that I'm afraid. The front step, and at one point a thought goes through my head "And if you shoot me?". What a stupid thought! A thought that comes clearly from my fears: fear of guns, the dogs will sniff, etc ... A good psychologist would have to say, and a real man would say only that I am a wimp. What reason would have to shoot me? I'm just a guy who walks, among other things, on crutches, so I also worthwhile. They are there for my safety, as there are for my own safety the police on the streets, at events, stadiums, streets and highways ... ... ...
you, but that was a thug. Definitely a thug. It was just a punch, but who knows maybe if you spent a little 'time would have also pulled out some knife, and then we know how it ends. And then I left, the fans of Lazio, which are also fascists among other things, you know what combined. And then the agent had asthma and he certainly shot to a contraction of the hand, or while running or had not thought about the damage that was about to create if you just decided to shoot.
But in fact, I was in the square, I was not doing anyone any harm, and even I was beating her. Maybe I will have to be afraid to take the highway, who knows, maybe someone shoots from track to track threatening to cause a massacre, but around the street I have to be sure. Mica is an event, a G8.
... well, but that was just a thug. A punk, a misfit, a black block, an anti-globalization. I mean, I'd even left, But not so extreme. It is true that in the days before the G8 the police were already inside the trucks to make wicked in the sun, it is true that the city was not in fact not so suitable, that is not clear why the units attacking side without a parade ground, we do not understand what makes us the only truck with an auxiliary police officer who was in there to recover from illness caused for the tear gas. But that was a fucking thug, hooded, with a fire extinguisher in hand. I'm liberal, but that does not agree. And then it is well understood that the shot bounced on a rock.
I feel comfortable. I'm on the street, and there is no event. I have to be sure, sure. Of this we need in this country, a little 'safety. And you know why when I pass the airport I always stop at the end? Because you see that I'm scared! We must be calm, serene, and never to exceed in behavior. If it performs well on the road, you can rest easy.
... AOH!, But that was drugged. I left and I said, I do not like fascists Lazio and even the anti-globalization and I said, and in fact are the soft drugs, but not for those who take drugs at rave parties. What had gone to a rave, he had taken ketamine, was tall and big and did judo as well, perhaps did not want to kill cops. Then drug addicts can not be trusted, maybe he died of drug overdoses, perhaps in the grip of drugs has hit his head on the ground and was killed. On the way there this need for security with today's youth.
While I think of all this excitement follows a thought of mine. In my life, like all healthy people have not always been and will always be a "quiet" boy walking sticks in hand. I also went to the stadium. I also went to a show. I also went to a rave. I am a boy. As boys were
Gabriele Sandri, Carlo Giuliani, Federico Aldovrandi. As children were Georgiana Masi, Alberto Giaquinto, Stefano Recchioni. And many others should be mentioned. I can be them, and they can be me. Look at those two soldiers in the street, and I do not feel at all safe ...
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