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Yesterday Republic made a splendid front page appeal. He says: “Left, open your eyes to Cuba.” But dear friends of Repubblica, the left is you. Glad you open them now, but it would be a good idea to open them up on your family album as well. Meanwhile, it is worth staying on yesterday’s edition. For a praise. It tells of the dark dictatorship. We side with accents never heard before in these parts for the rebellion against the regime, intoning with the crowd to the rhythm of rap the slogan “Patria y Vida” against the rogue Communist “Patria o Muerte” (of the others). Above all, what speaks is a large and tremendous photograph which acts as a cover, an incredible and courageous choice by the director Maurizio Molinari, knowing the tastes that have dominated the newspaper founded by Eugenio Scalfari for half a century: you can see the squadrists under the orders of Fidel’s mummy, equipped of gnarled sticks, which – as we wrote yesterday about Free – they go to break the bones and straighten the crooked ideas of the desperate people who are hungry for bread and freedom, and they walk back and forth the streets.
They can’t stop them, the crooks of the Communist party in power. They beat them, arrest them, and new ones arrive. All this he wrote Gianni Riotta, who has never been a banal observer. Forget a trifle though. And I repeat myself, but we must: friends, indeed comrades of the Republic, you are the left! That newspaper was the guiding voice first of the Communist Party, then of all its various denominations. And it still is. Obviously, we are not talking about individual journalists here, it’s not that they are all framed, but the corpaccione of the newspaper is this stuff here. I wrote that it was and is the rumor: I was wrong by default, it is more. It interprets, recreates and strengthens the “deep sentiment”, the deep self-awareness of the left in its cultural center of gravity that fertilizes the heads of the red people. There have been evolutions, which are well represented by the change of denominations. A secret niche, in all the possible and imaginable evolutions of the Party-Republic, however, it has always remained intact. A kind of crypt where its flag reporters visit from time to time. Cuba! No enthusiastic reportage, it is not Il Manifesto, but brushstrokes of poetry, a little sad, without ever even touching indignation, there is not fascism there.
The great Bernardo Valli, who left the Republic recently in protest against the new director Molinari who was too pro-American, when he went to Havana in 2016 for the death of Fidel Castro, he managed to give an idea of the island as if it were Macondo, a bit sad, ruled by a patriarch who was a bit like this but still a fairy tale: «Fidel was not a caudillo. It was something else. His courage, his skill, his ambiguity allowed him to live up to ninety years. Cubans are proud of it, but also amazed. Maybe exhausted. Fathers who are too long-lived are not always the most loved. The exiles, and enemies, of Miami rejoice. But they are wrong“. The tremendous suffering of the people does not exist. The piles of corpses with a bullet in the back of the head accumulated from 1958 onwards, not even the more than two hundred thousand prisoners let alone. The people are not there, they are all homunculi compared to the immense body of the bearded dictator a little made in his own way, to whom mythological interviews have been systematically dedicated over the years.
Beautiful that of Inge Feltrinelli, which tells the days spent by her, the billionaire husband Giangiacomo by Fidel Castro in pajamas. By the way. Valerio Riva, a publishing genius, is also mentioned, who was with them, collected the commander’s memories for days, and understood by studying them the horror they concealed. He let the world know. No one has told like him the evil bearded predators of that island reduced to an Orwellian farm of animals (the men) run by the pigs (the communists). He wrote and edited with the Nobel laureate Mario Vargas Llosa “The manual of the perfect Latin American idiot” (Binetti, 1997). One would want to say to Repubblica: review that text, 25 years have passed, maybe you will discover that the idiots he was talking about had pitched their tents in Repubblica, but it would be a nice way to awaken the left.
Journalistic courses and appeals. In 2003 Repubblica – look in the dear Gianni Riotta archive – launched a title that seems to be a photocopy of yesterday’s one. “The left has turned its head on the crimes of Fidel Castro.” Speaking was Carlos Franqui, a revolutionary of the first hour, who had opened his eyes, and revealed the nature of a regime of cannibals. Apparently, that warning was useless. After two years, Repubblica, following the Paìs of Madrid, lent the megaphone to the letter of two hundred intellectuals in defense of the communist government: there is no torture, nor oppression. Oh yes? Ezio Mauro bowed to Dario Fo, Gianni Vattimo, Gianni Minà, Claudio Abbado, there was also Red Ronnie. And here comes Riotta. Best wishes.
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