I WROTE ON 17TH APRIL 2011
VITTORIO ARRIGONI, A PEACE ACTIVIST KILLED BY THE WARMONGERING TYRANTS.
ONE DAY YOU WILL KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT THE MINDS BEHIND THE ASSASSINATION OF THIS PACIFIST REPORTER WHO REVEALED THE OPPRESSION OF ISRAEL AGAINST THE PEOPLE OF GAZA, THAT IS WHICH ROLE DID THE SERVICES OF MOSSAD HAVE ON THIS BARBARIC KILLING. AS ALWAYS, THE HYPOCRITICAL REACTIONS OF THE WESTERN AND UN LEADERS INSULT OUR INTELLIGENCE WHEN THEY ANNOUNCE FALSE SOLIDARITY TO THE KILLED PACIFIST.
VITTORIO ARRIGONI IS A MARTYR OF JUSTICE, WHO DISTURBED THE ISRAELI REGIME DENOUNCING ITS CRIMES.
IT IS NOT INDISPENSABLE TO BE CHRISTIAN-CATHOLIC TO LOVE CHRIST, IT IS ENOUGH TO LOVE THE DEFENSELESS AND PROTECT THEM FROM INJUSTICE TO HAVE CHRIST IN YOUR HEART. SO IT IS VITTORIO ARRIGONI.
I WROTE THIS TO HONOUR THE TRUTH.
GIORGIO BONGIOVANNI
IN MEMORY OF VITTORIO
?Take some kittens, tiny little cats and put them in a box? said the surgeon at Gaza?s main hospital called Al Shifa, while the nurse placed a couple of big boxes on the floor right in front of us, covered in splashes of blood. ?Seal up the box, then with all your might jump on top of it until you hear the little bones crunching, and the last suffocated ?meow?. I?m astounded and I stare at the boxes. The doctor goes on ?Now try to imagine what would happen straight after the broadcast of a scene like that, the justifiably indignant reaction of the world-wide public, the denunciations of the organisations protecting animals?? The doctor goes on with his account and I can?t take my eyes off those boxes placed by my feet. ?Israel has enclosed hundreds of civilians in a school as though in a box, dozens of children, and then it squeezed it with all its might using its bombs. And what were the reactions of the world? Almost nothing. You may as well be born an animal rather than Palestinian. We would have been given more protection.? At this point the doctor leans towards the box and takes the lid off in front of my eyes. Inside there are mutilated limbs, arms, legs, from the knee down or whole femurs, amputated from the people injured inside the Al Fakhura United Nations school in Jabalia. Up until now there are more than 50 victims. I pretended I had an urgent telephone call, I told Jamal I had to go, but actually I ran for the toilet, I bent over and threw up.
Vittorio Arrigoni, Gaza, 8 January 2009
?Source : http://www.beppegrillo.it/en/2011/04/in_memory_of_vittorio_arrigon.html
THE WORLD IS SPEECHLESS,
THEY HAVE STIFLED OUR WORDS INSIDE US
And this morning the news of another young life destroyed, that one of the pacifist and journalist Vittorio Arrigoni, an activist of the International Solidarity Movement, a lifetime to witness the tragedy of the Palestinian population that lives in the Gaza Strip, risking his life in more than one occasion. There are several articles written by him published on our website, one of all "CHILDREN WHO RESIST" http://www.giorgiobongiovanni.org/index.php/fame-nel-mondo/2156-gaza-bambini-che-resistono.html
I think the best way to pay tribute to him is to let speak his voice, his well known desire "STAY HUMAN" with which he signed many of his articles.
Here is an excerpt from the presentation of his book written in 2009:
Dear Brothers,
our adagio "STAY HUMAN"
became a book.
And in the book the story of three weeks of massacre,
written to the best of my ability, in situations of absolute insecurity,
often reporting the hell all around on a crumpled notebook,
bent in a running ambulance with sirens wailing
or typing hebephrenic the keys on a makeshift computer
in buildings shaken like crazy pendulums by the explosions all around.
I warn you that just browsing through this book could be dangerous,
in fact these are often harmful pages, smeared with blood,
impregnated with white phosphorus,
sharp by the explosive's fragments.
If it is read in the quiet of your bedroom, the walls will echo
because of our screams of terror,
and I worry about the walls of your hearts
that I know they are not yet soundproof to pain.
Put that book in a safe,
close to the reach of children, so that they may know from the very beginning of a world in which they are not far away, where the indifference and racism tear their coetaneous as they were rag dolls.
So that they can be vaccinated already in early age
against this epidemic of violence towards the other and this sloth before injustice.
For one day to be able to stay human. (...)
I trust you,
who trust me,
not for the dead
but for the wounded to death of this horrific massacre.
A big hug as the Mediterranean that separates us, actually unites us.
Stay Human.
Yours never subdued
Vik
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http://guerrillaradio.iobloggo.com/1789/restiamo-umani-di-vittorio-arrigoni
Editorial Staff
Maria Jos? Lastra
April 15th 2011
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GOOD - BYE, VIK
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Vittorio Arrigoni was killed in Gaza City, the city where, in the last three years, he continued to write and narrate. A Salafist group close to Al Qaeda kidnapped him. (Ed.)
There is a time when you are left alone. Where you find yourself isolated from time to time so that those who applauded, who said good to you, those who agreed with you from the first to the last word, those for which you were a point of reference, have simply returned to their lives.
There is a moment in which one thousand speak and it sounds like a choir, and another one in which you will find only yourself following those words. There is a moment in which no one hears your voice any more and you stand with your courage, your life, your ideals, such as a photograph already faded. There is a moment in which your " Stay Human" seems just a slogan to others. That one is the moment in which you pay, pay bitterly, you pay it all.
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You pay the sin of being ahead, pay the sin of misunderstanding and slander, pay the sin that others, whoever these others are, they are no longer able to understand what are you doing there, why you are still there, because you insist to bear witness with your life that what mattered to hundred people yesterday, it is a reason of life only for you.
You pay what is said and done. You pay to be unwanted from Sparta and Troy, you pay that someone prefers you to be dead rather than alive, you pay the exposure to the extremism.
Vittorio, as Enzo Baldoni in the streets of Iraq, but why not, like Peppino Impastato, or even as Ernesto Guevara. One step forward, down and from below, with the Palestinians, Iraqis, for peace, against the Mafia. There is often a time when everybody disappears. Then for you it all becomes dark.
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Gennaro Carotenuto
Source: www.gennarocarotenuto.it
15th April 2011
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