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““Is it the people who make politics or is it politics that makes the people?”
How difficult it is to look inside and see our own limits and flaws. This is why it's important to have people who love us, with sincere and selfless intentions, who can reveal the aspects of our personality that we could and should improve, as long as we have the will to face life with some commitment and dedication.
And if what is inside is also outside, and if we find the macro in the micro, we might reflect on how difficult it is to look at the Italian reality with some detachment. It might seem that the same mechanisms exist that hide our nature from us, that encourage us to live with a certain lightness, overlooking things for which we should instead remain indignant, and these things have become too many.
Italian democracy has been sick for too many years, a totally unstable system where governments fall like pears. And if it had found a little oxygen with Pertini as president and Spadolini in government, Craxi, with his cruel game, suffocated it completely.
A rebirth was needed then; the political class was completely delegitimized, it was necessary to find that path of change, and who better than him could embody this, who if not the knight, the symbolic man of that entrepreneurial Italy loaded with material values but also moral values.
Yes, moral values! Because we are told that work is the most important value, it allows you to earn money, created from nothing by banks, and with this money spend to give work to others, and so on, without thinking too much about it. And who better than him could embody this value?
And who better than him could embody with his charisma and his smile, the world of images, appearances, superficiality, and lightness?
You know the rest, and I don't want to go into too much detail, but it's always good to remind ourselves from time to time where we ended up, and this documentary (apparently censored in Italy) serves us Italians exactly for this, to look at our reality with the disenchanted eyes of an American network.
But it hurts and makes me suffer too, as I thought I was unpatriotic, that I no longer had any feelings for my Italy, but no! I cry, I cry seeing my country reduced to ruins, compared to a banana republic, a country where I realize that a perfect dictatorship exists, a democratic dictatorship where the force and violence typical of past regimes are no longer necessary. But perhaps this cannot be said, and if that's so, dear editors, you too might think about cutting something.
In the twenties, Italians were precursors of a new way of doing politics, perhaps it is a primacy that the end of the millennium will give us again.
I would like to leave you with some words of hope, but I find none, I'm sorry…
P.S. The photo accompanying this review is related to the moment when Silvio invites the German MEP to star in an Italian film about concentration camps.
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