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Black Land and Snow White.

Catania January 18, 2010

Rosarno Away from the people called "Nero." Why in Italy this skin color designates an identity and makes you win a bullet, something that at least the win.

No Black! You are not ignored, for you have bullets and bars.

I shoot, ergo you exist.

And this must suffice.

And if the State has ignored you, make you feel that there exist people thought bites in the grip of quell'aracnide that is ignorance, which weaves around it a dense spider's web in which the world will not see, or if you see it, see it distorted, because you are sentenced to death and the spider approaches and there is no escape and in the condition you want to see, what do you understand?

What if you died would not be really that bad.

But ignorance is one of the most insidious disease: it kills those who are carriers but who will orbit nearby.

"Where is this mob you speak of? Does not exist! "
" No! Italians are not racist! "

Black .

Black as night, threatening the survival of the species, the beginning of time, until now.

Black as death, the body makes it black. Not white. So White resigned, will be black like them.

Black as the dress of mourning. So if you're black you're already dead. Few stories.

Black as anything good.

So Black, you're not any good.

Your skin has chosen for you.

Resign and turn your back on the tomatoes or oranges, who cares to, that the earth did not your hands dirty, our white hands instead.

bullets and bars, compared to Black, the red blood is a warm color, and the blood is hot.

Red, which is the color of love, of the setting sun, passion and heart.

Red to fight the Black, who let's face as well ... What the hell color is black? Want to put a red light, you want to put with the white?

proud of our white, which not coincidentally is the color of anything.

Go on and pick up a black hatred of white hatred of one gram of each tomato.

around And when you have pounds of kilos of tomatoes you also hate.

pounds I hate that we can not manage. And then you think, that we do not like the dirty work.

And if not 'you drop and fires a machine you who harvest tomatoes genetically modified with hatred. If you split the shop windows and burning trash bins is not your fault that you picked the tomatoes of contention.

Who told you to do? The 'Ndrangheta not exist!

Rubi our work, Black

Picking tomatoes we wanted to go.

Only then we ended up doing the Parliamentarians, to politicians and trade unionists.

yet could keep you company in the fields. We ate from the same pot of integration and we drank the soup from the same bottle of water tolerance and we dried with the same towel the sweat of exploitation.

And today we'd all be gray.

But we are still Blacks and Whites. We are still

Black Land and Snow White.

And you, white, six snow and no way to fix this thing. You do not want to become snow and water, because water is odorless, tasteless and inconsistent. You'll be snow and water. No compromise. Six water and six inconsistent.

Silvia.