Dear Director Dr. Vittorio Feltri,
From the newspaper of February 4, I finally read something about Oriana Fallaci, nothing particular if not writing about Pasolini about her guest in New York. Somewhat neglected by critics and intellectuals, even his newspaper is notted in dissemination of the work of the Italian more read abroad than in Italy. It was considered a visionary when it foreseen that invasion to Europe that we are experiencing today. Estimated director, friend of the writer journalist, desire, as he did on other occasions, take stock and start giving what is due to those who tried to make us understand what would become our current reality when we were in time to take consciousness and oppose some defense shared by all European peoples. Maybe now we can only become aware. He wants, please give his opinion that I personally always consider little questionable.
Giuseppe Giorgio Mariani
Milan
Dear Giuseppe,
There is no day when I don’t remember Oriana. And I often think: “How much he saw us along that bitch!” She has been loved and hated, but also those who hated her could only admire her. They admired her for her courage, rare virtue, the courage to affirm what is really thought without being conditioned by the judgment of others, without the fear of being ghettoized, isolated, mocked according to your opinions. Beyond the power of his writing, I believe that Fallaci’s greatness resided above all in this courage, which is nothing more than freedom. A freedom that the human being dreams and craving, but which also does not dare, since freedom has a price, which sometimes is paid with loneliness and observation. This is what happened to Oriana. Sometimes I wonder what the hell he wanted to communicate to me so important in that dream in which he appeared shortly after his departure. He turned me with that Rauca voice, unmistakable: “Vittorio, Vittorio, I have to talk to you”. I regret having implored her to leave, I did it because I was afraid, I admit it. Perhaps he intended, once again, to warn me from this drift, the one in which we pay and in which we sink every day more as a result of political decisions, conduct and errors made in the last decades, which have transformed our homeland, this word that this that Oriana liked a lot, in a sort of land where anyone can come at will and settle and do anything if not crime and sow terror. We are lucky, in all this, to now have a center -right executive. If we had had the left to the government, the situation would be much more serious. Yet I realize that the executive is constantly hindered in his purpose of regulating arrivals, exercising that legitimate power to establish who can access and who not, to put an argine to illegal immigration of mass immigration. And this is very frustrating, both for those who are in power, that is the majority, and are forced to fight to perform their duties on the mandate of the sovereign people, both for the sovereign people themselves, for us Italians, who we endure less and less Chaos in which our cities have fallen since we widened borders to everyone in the name of globalism, multiculturalism and open society. Oriana spoke of “invasion” and also of war on our souls to upset our companies, free, civil, democratic, safe. In fact, we are less and less free since the decrease in security corresponds to a loss of freedom, the freedom to go around without the constant threat of being attacked, robbed, stabbed by those illegal immigrants that we have welcomed. This, however, is a truth that the left denies, celebrating the immigrant as a victim and respectable person who runs away from war and misery and that we have a duty to protect as we are authors of that war and that misery from which the non -EU citizen It comes. An increasingly credible, less and less convincing reconstruction, but which continues to be supported by the progressives, those same progressives who yesterday muddy and outraged Oriana, calling her “crazy” or “witch”, and that today, in their hearts, they know very well that she He was right, as you and I know. The difference is that they will never admit it.
Yet it is forbidden to affirm the truth. I think Oriana wished that I would carry on her battles, her love for Italy and for all western civilization was so great. I don’t know if I was able to fulfill this task, probably not as she would have liked, she who put all the passion as possible to us, who believed it with all of herself, who was a perfectionist loin, but I did my best, As director and journalist, to tell the distortions of progressive ideologism and the risks connected to that type of society it hopes for.
And I will follow to denounce the distortions to which we witness, which has often cost me the accusation of racism or fascism, when I am neither racist nor fascist, but only a man, a citizen, an Italian who, like Oriana, ardently loves His nation and cannot resign himself to the idea that it is mistreated by those foreigners who migrate to our parts by boasting rights and claims and with scarce, or even absent, awareness that the counterbalance of freedoms are the duties, no less sacred than the first.