I celebrate the faint regained taste of dignity.
“This is our first morning without Silvio Berlusconi. I do not think that things will change in the economy of our state: we will always be “normal” citizens who pay the highest price of the sacrifices that must necessarily be made. But at least this morning, I’m not so ashamed to be represented by a liar, vulgar man, that I have not voted and that I have never been represented by. “
Perhaps this is my last editorial in which Silvio Berlusconi plays the role of the protagonist. I say perhaps, but sincerely I hope so strongly to make a mistake, because if he were about to return as a main actor, it would be the end of Italy. Carousels, events and festivities marked the end of the twenty years of Berlusconi’s charge, and with it all the shameful humiliation that the Italian people had to suffer.
He went out and came tothe Quirinal from a secondary entrance, as the worst of thieves and swindlers. Many have said that his behavior was another proof of his “thievish” nature. But I also believe that Silvio, on Saturday, was simply afraid of the crowd that he mocked and humiliated for years. He was aware that in that crowd, there probably were many of his former electors who had been bewitched by his words, and who are now in search of eternal redemption after their ill-concealed wrongdoing. The epic of Berlusconi is very similar to the one of Mussolini: he comes on as a savior of his country, praised by the people, and he is deposed and “shot” without too many pleasantries, by his most faithful servants. The people cheer him as the hero of the country and then they leave him when things go wrong, to receive “the liberators” who are hungry and cling to the prey. A very common Italian attitude, a “Piazzale Loreto” of the third millennium that now frees us from an ethical and bloody dictator, but sends us straight into a dictatorship, which occurred due to an economic coup, wanted by Europe.
It is over, but it will not change for all the Italian families who encounter financial difficulties caused by this economic crisis that is shaking the world. The government headed by Monti has already made it clear ,that this will be the time of “tears and blood”. It’s too bad that the tears and the blood of people will be like my parents’ tears and blood: to keep a family they make thousands of sacrifices. The Untouchables remain such, also because they start to stink more and more: they’re rotten and old. It’s over, but for security I will continue to declare myself against the fascism and against Berlusconi… because who knows what may still happen.
They tell me that “there is nothing to celebrate because it changes from a frying pan to another”. And in fact they’re almost right except for one thing: I celebrate the faint taste of dignity that from today I have regained. When I will go abroad, no one will say “Berlusconi was your president”, because, as we all know, to bring up the past certainly is not suitable to anyone, and Silvio is now past for Italy.
From Saturday I will no longer try to explain, with my almost non-existent English , that Berlusconi has never been my representative because I’ve never voted for him. But now it’s all over, and I celebrate this. Even if a cruel doubt in my mind keeps coming back: Why Silvio was elected just three years ago, but in these days but the majority of Italians wanted him to be deposed? In the last three years, in the end, he did nothing but confirm his bad behaviour: and everyone knew and said nothing! Why this sudden rush of revulsion against him? I can’t believe in wave of collective common sense and civic conscience, because few people will be able to do it, and certainly the Italians aren’t among those few. The question remains, and those who first voted Berlusconi and then chased him should really examine their consciences. And so the “twenty years of Berlusconi” , which had not only black nights and shirts, are over now.