Nichi Vendola, its blog.
Do not have a single name, you're a person plural, you're a host, six male and female. Yet I
writes thinks as an individual, indeed, as an individual. Yes, as a student, and not some hairy for gallantry, but because the "thing" that embodies is so little militarized and hierarchical, which gives me a declination in the "feminine" of the thoughts that inspire me. So, dear student anti-Gelmini: I spy, you smell, I try to decipher your vocabulary, try to guess your tastes and passions. Your face is too small for my Ida, who went to his baptism with the square with the seriousness with which it is presented to a school exam. Her first parade. I forced myself, as a matter of health policy, not to make comparisons (68, 77, 85, and the leopard): those comparisons that say a lot about our old age of youth and a little of who composes the new forms of rebellion in power. I tried not to superimpose my epic, my biography, my ideology, the social body that you represent, the cultural process that you build, the radical contradiction that you blow up with the imagination and the sarcasm of your communication codes and your counter-information. You are, though still more wires hanging from adolescence, a mature and uncompromising demand for democracy and you have not understood that to be reduced to the vulgarity of advertising and tele-voting, democracy can only live and regenerate the report with the cultures, the socialization of knowledge critical to the daily re-weaving of networks of civilization node and conviviality. The school is the foundation of any democracy. When it is taught to children in elementary elementary respect for every human being: the precept that might evaporate in a few school rite of Po. When it renews the tissues of historical memory and handed down stories, knowledge and values. It also comes out when the school itself, overflows in political-social conflict, invaded the square,
moved the chair on the sidewalk, their attitudes educational projects in the territories, it breaks the separation of its microcosms and invests with the questions of meaning ' society as a whole. Tell me what school you and tell you which company you are. Some people imagine, indeed some want of training equipment to prepare existential precariousness and productive schools and universities and thus are disqualified. The ruling classes (maybe it's more accurate to say "ruling classes") are reproduced by parthenogenesis rather well protected in the laboratories of social cloning are schools and private universities. Dear student, these things you've discovered the simplicity, did you explain to your family, you are told with composure in the assemblies, you claimed your central (the centrality of public education) against those who "seize the moment" hegemony Berlusconi wanted and wants to suddenly cancel a century battle of ideas, experience huge reorganization of social and educational: you understand that the Gelmini is not folklore, but is the most insidious of the offensive of the Right, is a sort of Don Lorenzo Milani reversed, it is condoning a "little old world" inhabited by votes for conduct and monochrome aprons behind the scene that moves the nineteenth century modern barbarians of the market that do not need of educated individuals, and free for owners of knowledge, but needs little freedom in the form of goods for individuals trained and morally harmful to competition to cooperation.
Dear student, the most important lesson I learned studying the events of the century in which they are born is that obedience is not an absolute virtue. If it is blind allegiance to a power, a code violent death of a paradigm, then you need to rebel, then you need to choose the virtues of civic disobedience. One can not obey the policy of cynicism and business class. On the contrary, we must seek the policy that helps us to be the force that gives birth to midwives in the future. I wanted to thank you because spiandoti and sniffing, I thought, this one is on my side. I thought my part (I was going to say my party) is the space filled by your gestures, your words, unheard by the strength of all your freedom.