Excerpts from the address by Carlo Giuliani’s mother at a demonstration of immigrants in Rome on the 20th January, 2002
Last night a part of the memorial for my son in the Piazza Alimonda went up in flames. A photograph of my son was also burned. But we have enough copies
of it. A quite a few letters, poems and mottos which were dedicated to my son also burned. But I think I had already copied them all down. The uniforms,
sashes and flags of the football club also burned, along with a small crib, figures of saints, a cross; toys that children had placed there burned up,
a book, a CD, a video cassette, a fireman’s hat and a very nicely painted banner, but it wasn’t possible to burn everything. And right away, the following
morning, as we were cleaning the low wall and the flowers they started to come, bring new letters, laying a uniform there, adding a poem-bringing a small
present and a presence, signifying solidarity.
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... Why? Six months have gone by; great and tragic events have taken place in our heedless world which is used to consume things
quickly and to forget. But the memories of the events of the 20th of July don’t disappear, feelings do not diminish. Why? In reality it is only about
one youth, one son among many others who felt himself like many other young and old people at the mercy of injustice. Perhaps Carlo stands for all those
who were subjected to injustice during those days in July. They were attacked, beaten, humiliated because they wanted to express their own ideas... |
