Project asked the Gate Ilda Curti, Assessor for integration, a comment for the day "First March 2010, a day without us " a major event non-violent Italian public opinion to understand how crucial the contribution of migrants to the estate and the functioning of our society. leave room for comment by Ilda Curti .
" " Living in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow " W. Faulkner
Living in today's world, and Turin in Italy, and continue to oppose a "we" referred to a homogeneous and 'them' as defined and homogeneous is really like living in Alaska and being against snow.
The reality in which we find ourselves is far more mature, capable and attentive to the nuances of what is not said. Yet the story simple, brutal and bleak reality turns producing fractures, conflict and violence that make the most barbarous and sad just our being together, our continuing search for solutions and answers to the fatigue of cohabitation. Why living together is hard, takes time and work collectively.
not integration: interaction and coexistence in diversity. Cohabitation does not help the stability, continuity, the hierarchy of who has access to rights, denying them some pretend to give confidence to others.
The barbarism of civilized life we \u200b\u200bsee in your eyes, in fear, distrust, in the words that fly in the tram, at work, in waiting rooms of hospitals.
There are no winners and losers, we are all losers if it passes the idea that society, people, people do not have the strength, energy and intelligence to build mode, balance, plots that make up the connective tissue of our life together. If it passes the idea that rights are not universal and equal for all by defeating the very idea of \u200b\u200bdemocracy for which an entire generation has been sacrificed.
Our connective tissue of all the inhabitants of towns, neighbors, the street market, bakers in the corner, classmates, co-workers, clients of the bar. Ours, of all. From anywhere in the world we come from. Whatever the language in which we dream at night, whatever the song that makes us weep with nostalgia, whatever the future we are building for our children.
We live in the snow, whether we like it or not.
is up to us to ensure that the snow there is someone who is dying of cold, someone slipping on the floor without anyone to help him get up. It's up to us to make sure that the snow there is the possibility of heat, to chat, to change his socks soaked, sing songs together in the mountains, to shake hands when there are ice floes that are stumbling.
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