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You won’t believe it, but also Saddam husseinForty years ago he wrote a check: five hundred thousand dollars to help us cope with the tragedy. The earthquake, known as the Irpinia but which actually fiercely affected much of Campania and Basilicata, is the only natural catastrophe that has changed the political and civil face of Italy.
That earthquake, which today we celebrate in its forty yearsFirst, it united Italy, because the number of deaths and injuries, the scale of the disaster, moved the country and the entire world to a total and unconditional solidarity. But the scandals that followed or accompanied the reconstruction, scandals that the media defined as “Irpiniagate”, sanctioned the fracture of the North with the South, they were the wick that set fire to the soul of the League, to the idea of Padania, to the League that Umberto Bossi drew in his first manifesto: the north painted as a big cow and the south drinking their milk. Who worked and who milked, who brought the money and who wasted it.
It was certainly propaganda, but it was very suggestive, facing the billion-lire river that ran between Naples me Power in the years after the earthquake without a logic, a validation, an example of good practice.
Covered propaganda A big lie: that river of money served not only to build a parasitic rent to the ruling class of the South, who distributed to a predominantly rural society a castle of promises, offers, capital that instead had the sole purpose of strengthening a patronage system. That money, the final bill will be 55 trillion lire, were oxygen for northern companies, and bite delicious to the many entrepreneurs in the Po Valley who bought unrestricted donations.
It’s north ingrassò about that tragedy while the South, swollen by providence, lived its most false season. No real progress, no responsibility, no quality leap. Only concrete, thrown everywhere, that covered the field.
Of course the earthquake struck the most fragile part, that internal and lost Italy that lived in conditions of backwardness. Who now wants to take those roads that were not even well signposted yesterday official cartography, you will witness a changed landscape. Not crumbling walls, but well-done plaster, big, comfortable houses everywhere. The landscape has changed and those dramatic scenes of a primitive and fearsome society, bent over by pain as enormous as the photos of Antonietta De Lillo, that November 23, 1980 they portray with all their raw ferocity and what you can see here, they still linger in memory. What hurts, and what we cry here, are not only the approximately three thousand dead, the eight thousand wounded, the half a million displaced.
We regret the inability to have given dignity to rebuilding money, of not having been able to take advantage of them, of having wasted so many and left the generations that were born in prefabricated houses perhaps more comfortable but not a job, a future, a horizon.
Land of emigrants, yesterday like today. This is both the accusation against the political class but also the guilt, the greatest, the most definitive, of a society that has watched, stuck on the shore, that river of money flow without asking, without judging, without protesting.
© Photo by Antonietta De Lillo
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