
THE BEST DAYS ARE WHEN IT RAINS…
The rallies of February 28th have left a resounding impression behind them. Everyone (government, think tanks, parties, media) sees the crowd gathered in terms of statistics and votes, “national mourning”, “indignation” and “expectation of a better state”. It is a convenient reading: it is wise to homogenize the widespread social dissatisfaction and anger – not only for the Tempi – under pandemic “national needs” because it is dangerous. To fit it into molds of loyalty and “peaceful protest” . To give “presence” to the Constitution – as if it were not a strike – but a social media event. To make the Tempi case a riddle to be solved by “experts” and “uneducated judges”. The people who took to the streets had somehow to conform to a savoir vivre defined by some abstract “common mourning”, to define themselves permanent victims (a favorite role of the left) who are only seeking a little state care and affection and not to express their anger at the oppression they receive on many fronts. To be indignant about the “cover-up” while forgetting something basic, that there is a permanent and concrete “cover-up”: in the world of the state, the bosses and the patriarchy, “accidents” happen to disposable lives. So it’s not just trains, but all of everyday life: from accidents in the workplace (45 dead already in 2025), the “deflected” police bullets on the bodies of “undesirables”, to the murders of immigrants at the borders…
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