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Genoa, 20th July 2002: A Little Secular Miracle - 11 August 2002
[The following piece was published both on L'unità daily newspaper
and Carta weekly magazine on August 1st, 2002]
JULY 20TH 2002: A LITTLE SECULAR
MIRACLE
From the Low Appennines of Bologna to Piazza Alimonda
by Wu Ming 1
"One says solid things when he tries not to say extraordinary ones"
Isidore Ducasse, Count of Lautreamont, Poems, 1870
In the Fall and Winter of 1944 the population of the Tuscan-Emilian Appennine
suffered many Nazi-Fascist retaliations and massacres. The Front was on the
so-called "Gothic Line", the mountains were the natural border between the
territory occupied by the Third Reich and that liberated by the Allies. The
Nazis were bewildered by the extension of Partisan guerrilla warfare and aware
that they were losing the war, thus committed themselves to the wildest and
fiercest repression. The most famous massacre was in Marzabotto in October.
Little by little, beginning from December all throughout the winter, about
a hundred Partisans were abducted by night from the San Giovanni in Monte
penitentiary of Bologna and taken to a precipice near Sabbiuno di Paderno,
on the highest spot of a ridge separating the Savena Valley from the Reno
Valley, about nine kilometres south of Bologna.
It is an area of clayey ground and eroded hillsides, where the vegetation
clears to show gray-blueish pieces of lands and golden strips of sandy soil.
In the older Pliocene [two million years ago] there was the sea and the valleys
were its floor.
The crest of the ridge offers a spectacular view, at dusk the world around
gets luminiscent. At night, where the horizon breaches, one can see the stretch
of Bologna lights. In 1944, as the city was blacked out on account of air
raids, most likely one couldn't see anything.
The Partisans were lined up and shot on the brink of the precipice.
The bodies fell downhill in the muddy snow.
That massacre was discovered only after the Liberation. Only 58 victims were
recognized.
Resistance
memorials usually fail to affect their posterity and communicate something
for real (closeness, continuity, being part of a community that has fought
and keeps fighting). Quite often, they are excessively pompous, over-codified,
closed and monologic. There is no dialogue between a monument and us.
One cannot ask questions to a monument. Moreover, monuments ooze with bureaucracy,
somehow they display the process of selection (often biased by nepotism) which
entitled that artist to carry out the project.
To tell the truth, it may happen that time and social changes intervene to
"open up" a monument and make it unexpectedly dialogical.
During the Cold War the Treptower Park Soviet Memorial (in the former East
Berlin) was probably an oppressing and alienating site: it is a square kilometre
of warlike redundancy and socialist realism, with bas-reliefs celebrating
the Russian counter-offensive and the fall of Berlin, as well as the enormous
statue of a soldier whose sword has just smashed a swastika. He holds a little
boy in his hand.
And yet when I visited the Memorial on a late afternoon of October 2001, I
found it beautiful and touching. It looks like that eleven-metres-tall soldier
used the sword to break the aesthetical bonds imposed by the assignors (i.e.
the Stalinist regime). The Memorial no longer serves its old implicit purposes,
i.e. to impose and strengthen a nearly apathetic "consensus". Now it can serve
the original, explicit purposes, i.e. to commemorate ("to remember together")
the struggle against Fascism, not only in Germany but all across Europe. The
subject of celebration is no longer the official ideology of an authoritarian
state, but the liberating process of myth-making stirred up by the Stalingrad
resistance and the consequent counter-offensive.
Furthermore, the Memorial serves another purpose, a completely new one, i.e.
to be a "disagreeable" and scornful presence at the core of Capitalist Europe,
which now is shaky and in recession, but some time ago would fanatically force
misbelievers to swallow the neoliberal Host.
There is a memorial on the Sabbiuno ridge too, a monument that was never pompous,
closed or monological, a monument that oozes no bureaucracy and, unlike the
Treptower Memorial, was always laical and inclusive, not weighed down
by ideology. A little miracle.
After the war, several rocks and boulders were laid on the brink to commemorate
the 100 antifascist fighters. On each stone is engraved the name of a fallen
Partisan. It was nearly a "land art" intervention, so much light and harmonious
that it appears natural.
In time some names have worn away, plants and even little trees have grown
between the stones. In 1974 the area surrounding the monument became a park,
little more than a strip of grass along the brisk, about ten metres wide and
a hundred metres long. At the entrance is a very sober tablet, you push a
button on a white box and hear a voice telling the story. At the end of the
park, on the highest spot of the ridge, there is a more recent sculpture/installation,
which does not go well with the rest but luckily is far enough [sub-machine
guns on a concrete wall].
Those boulders talk, you ask them questions and they give you a thousand answers.
Like at Treptow - but in a very different way - you stand on that brink and
feel you belong to an open community in struggle, a community that defies
the passing of time and even supercedes the degeneration of the ideals that
make people struggle.
This
discourse on monuments also applies to rites and ceremonies. As we cannot
prescind from myths, so we cannot prescind from rituals, because myths and
rituals give shape to life. However, we must make every effort to prevent
myths and rituals to become ends in themselves.
"To remember together" is not necessarily an alienating and "sclerotizing"
act [our President Ciampi is a perfect example of such sclerosis]. Commemoration
may also be a civil bottom-up testimony, an affirmative action in public space,
as well as the revelation of a symbolic "surplus" that takes the powers-that-be
by surprise.
A trivial, groundless and useless iconoclasm causes the miserable heirs of
some aesthetical/political avantgarde to despise the very notion of
"ritual" (and yet they go through poor and second-rate rituals themselves,
like the micro-demo of the "heavies" on July 20th in Genoa).
Joseph Campbell, a famous scholar in mythology, replied to these people in
a conference on "The Importance of Rites" he held in 1964:
"All life is structure. In the biosphere, the more elaborate the structure,
the higher the life form. The structure through which the energies of a starfish
are inflected is considerably more complex than that of an amoeba; and as
we come on up the line, say to the chimpanzee, complexity increases. So likewise
in the human cultural sphere: the crude notion that energy and strength can
be represented or rendered by abandoning and breaking structures is refuted
by all that we know about the evolution and history of life".
Every year, on March 11th, Francesco Lorusso is commemorated in Bologna. Francesco
was killed by carabinieri on March 11th, 1977. He was shot dead in the "waning"
phase of the period of great struggles begun in 1968. It is true that the
1977 rioting announced new subjects, new behaviours and new communication
strategies, nevertheless an epoch was on the wane, afterwards came repression,
enprisonment, marginalization, heroin, conformism, Reaganomics, Craxism, social
dustbowl and desperate resistance in some urban niche.
During the 1980's and the 1990's, despite the unselfish efforts of the organizers,
every March 11th commemoration took place under a leaden sky.
The
first anniversary of the death of Carlo Giuliani had the fortune of a thoroughly
different sky. I am sure of that: Carlo was killed in the "waxing" phase of
an incoming period of struggles, at Piazza Alimonda you could breathe this
sensation in the air. That was another little secular miracle, a simple but
touching commemoration, pitiful but not disconsolate, angry but not blinded
with hatred, not made heavier by ideology.
Looking at those balloons rise up and away, taking part in that half-hour
long applause, I thought of Sabbiuno. I realized that I was having the same
experience as the people who went on that ridge after the Liberation and later
witnessed the laying of the boulders. I remember I said to Luca: - What a
beautiful thing...
As I did at Treptow one year before, I thought of my grandfather, the work
on the latest two books, Vitaliano... Then many names came to my mind, names
of living and dead people, all victims of trigger-happy bastards: Soriano
Ceccanti, Giannino Zibecchi, Anna Maria Mantini, Mara Cagol, Francesco, Giorgiana
Masi...
By that time the balloons were smaller than grains of sand and the applause
continued, nobody wanted to stop it.
Then somebody broke the spell and yelled one of the customary slogans, those
that make the air grow musty: "Carlo is alive and fights by our side etc.",
then "Hasta la victoria siempre" and finally one I don't remember. Somebody
else repeated them, but the applause grew up again and lasted some more minute.
That reminded me of the machine-guns at Sabbiuno: they're as useless and over-codified
as those slogans, but they do not prevent people from going up the ridge and
talk with the rocks, in the same way we went back to Genoa to take part in
a little miracle.
I don't mean to give offense to anyone, but all along that huge demonstration
it was easy to tell the people who'd just been in Piazza Alimonda from those
who'd been at other rallies: we walked levitating one metre high.
I was told that some "purist", dazed by the longing for defeat, was outraged
seeing the march was joyful: "There's nothing to celebrate! Shame on you!".
At Sabbiuno, such people would see nothing but stones. At Treptow, they'd
see no-one but the ghost of Stalin. At Vallegrande, Bolivia, they'd see nothing
but holes in the ground.
As for the multitudes, they keep asking questions to the world around them,
and are still able to be surprised at the answers.
[WM1 wishes to thank Matthias Neumann and Stefania Maffeis]
This piece is also available in Spanish
<http://www.wumingfoundation.com/italiano/Giap/milagro.html>
and French
<http://www.wumingfoundation.com/italiano/Giap/miracle.html>
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