E 'on sale from some day a book that we consider important. It's called
"The Return of the Prince" , is published by Chiarelettere and was written by Roberto Scarpinato with Saverio Lodato.
Roberto Scarpinato is deputy prosecutor of the Republic in Palermo and is one of the historical memories antimafia Palermo.
At this link a brief biography.
The book seems important because it illustrates so convincingly documented and how the problem is not this or that Italian Prime Minister, the "right" or "left" (which are gimmicks "coverage "), but a systemic evil that has cultural and moral roots very deep and very long standing.
Analysis Roberto is valuable because it illuminates scenarios where most of us simply ignore their existence.
We would like to suggest reading this book is not for him "advertising" , but because it can help us to see things from another point of view and higher, including the poor and sometimes wretched quarrels, in which each day we bog down the newspapers at the service of power are not the heart of the problem and only serve to keep us distracted.
For those who are concerned that other place in "right" or "left" everything in life, stressing that in our opinion this distinction is specious and unnecessary, we ensure that the book of Roberto is neither right nor left, because it deals with another.
To understand the cut of the analysis of Roberto Scarpinato and its depth, we suggest you listen to his speech at the presentation of a book by Marco Travaglio, in Rome, on January 10 this year. To do this, we need to go to this link there and click on the triangle to the left of the name of Roberto Scarpinato. E 'intervention of 41 minutes, but worth it to invest to listen. In it, among other things, Robert explains that there is an insuperable structural incompatibility between the Italian ruling class and a independent judiciary.
there in that intervention of Robert the key to understanding the undeniable justice of the war which goes on stage these days yet another battle.
Here below the "Introduction" book author.
At this link the index of the book.
At this link a press review on the book.
" Abstract
I spent the last twenty years in a place that admits no illusions: for good or bad life is here naked and reveals itself for what it is.
for a while 'you can try to ignore it, but sooner or later forces you to look at her face.
For many it's like watching the face of the Medusa: You're lucky if you heart is turning them to stone forever.
For others, losing their innocence and take another look at themselves and the world.
If, in the words of Pablo Neruda, "the important thing is not to be born but born again", this is a place where you have a good chance of dying or being reborn.
Here thinking is not a luxury but a necessity to ensure that what you have not understood in time leads him suddenly, as in a trap, capturing unarmed.
When many years ago I arrived in Palermo, I was struck Noting that John Falcone kept in his room on the teletext.
Sometimes, the appearance of a news apparently without any connection with his work as a judge, he was thoughtful. It was as if that event - the IPO of a new company, the appointment of a minister - went quickly decoded the secret in order to understand the figure and to calculate the possible chain reactions in the overall context of reality.
Understanding how and where the real power of the country was moving was tantamount to figure out where it was necessary to turn to move to avoid getting caught behind or put your feet up on a minefield.
This lesson in time became part of me and I was especially marked after the murder of Falcone and Paolo Borsellino.
Sometimes I think the first is dead because for once his extraordinary intelligence had been passed over by the pressure of events.
The second, forewarned by the Capaci massacre, but had thought the way to predict what awaited him: he saw death approaching day by day as the sacrificial victim of a vile country too immature to know and look inside their reality and thereby protect its children better, saving himself.
This is a serious place: for opposite reasons, are in fact victims and perpetrators convicted to take life seriously.
At times it seems to me that this country instead of becoming less and less seriously. That instead of telling for what it really is, continues to tell stories and fables mediocre ending to believe it and so lose their identity.
"We are our own demons," said Goethe. I think that this is true not only for individuals but also for the people.
In this book I tried to describe the demons of the country.
Those who bloodied his long history and those who are plundering its resources condemning him to a slow decline.
With them I had a long association.
Sometimes when someone asks me what kind of life I do, I usually respond that I attend murderers and accomplices to murder.
In fact, the time spent in prison to interrogate them, to listen to their conversations intercepted, to pick up the threads of so many crimes, has devoured so much of my life.
At first I was convinced of having to confront a kind of evil empire, with a world alien to cross from the right time and then return to the world of honest, ordinary people.
then slowly took the line to become blurred, almost to dissolve.
Chasing their tracks, more often than I happened to realize that the world communicates through thousands of murders revolving doors with living room with some unexpected and muffled power.
I had to acknowledge that they are not always popular faces grim and stigmata.
Indeed the worst of them had attended our own schools, could meet in the best environments in the church and sometimes you could see them beating their chest next to those who had already been sentenced to death.
Over time I realized that one of the killers is often the scene of the outside world where so many whitewashed tombs are put on stage.
For this reason, this is a book of stories "obscene", which in their interweaving of the land mafia, corruption and massacres may offer a clue to important pages of the past and to decipher the present and the future ... or perhaps the lack of country's future.
The decline of Italy, until recently exorcised as the curse of visionary Cassandre, it seems every day becoming more of a destiny waiting to be fulfilled.
It seemed to me so that the time had come to share some thoughts publicly, gained during the "journey" in the world of assassins, which lead me to hypothesize a possible contributory cause of the decline in national anomaly.
While crime in other European countries do not 'make history', applies only to bands less acculturated and integrated society, in Italy the national history, one with a capital S, is inextricably interwoven with the crime of significant sectors of its ruling class, so that in some hairpin is not essential as understanding the evolution of one without understanding the linkages with the second.
This powerful crime has declined at the unification of Italy now on three fronts: the systemic corruption, the mafia and massacres for political purposes.
The question therefore criminal in Italy is inseparable from that of the state and democracy.
During periods of positive economic trends, faults produced by the crime of the powerful are metabolized and absorbed. In
periods like the present, marked by a negative trend, the work of this crime rather results in a total overall costs so burdensome as to be bearable in the long run the country.
In the first chapter are drawn some general coordinates of the Italian crime of power.
In the second and third are outlined in the specific dynamics in the land of corruption and mafia.
I realize that the patient reader, long accustomed to feel reassuring, telling stories with happy endings of which are exclusive and absolute standards of evil protagonists and heroes solitary, sometimes you may feel the chill in front of the heart in these pages meanders like a terrible and unfinished family history that involves everyone.
But, as I said at the beginning, for too long now live in a place that does not admit, illusions and are not good at telling stories.
Roberto Scarpinato '
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