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#1stofmay #labourfest

#1stofmay #labourfest – Arbeit macht frei – “work makes you free” was written on the Auschwitz gate. It is good not to forget that work is above all exploitation and we must fight because it is not. If there were real civilization, instead of rejoicing for those who find work, they would rejoice when someone can afford to no longer work … And then, in this “liquid society” the work is gone. There are only forms of economic subjection that reject the achievements and progress of the ’60s and’ 70s in a new and desperate social situation in which there is no longer the security of the middle class, but only the shapeless and sucking emptiness of a new “underclass” of precarious and without rights … When is the time for a new international?

#1maggio #festadellavoro – Arbeit macht frei – “il lavoro rende liberi” era scritto sul cancello di Auschwitz. E’ bene non dimenticare che il lavoro è soprattutto sfruttamento e bisogna combattere perché non lo sia. Se ci fosse vera civiltà, invece di gioire per chi trova lavoro, si gioirebbe quando qualcuno può permettersi di non più lavorare… E poi, in questa “società liquida” il lavoro non c’è più. Ci sono soltanto forme di sudditanza economica che respingono le conquiste e i progressi degli anni ’60 e ’70 in una nuova e disperata situazione sociale in cui non c’è più la sicurezza del ceto medio, ma solo il vuoto informe e risucchiante di una nuova “underclass” di precari e senza diritti… A quando il tempo per una nuova internazionale?

Chi sono i fratelli Rosselli?

Molte cose si potrebbero dire di loro, tutte sostanzialmente sconosciute al grande pubblico. Eredi legittimi della tradizione mazziniana. Insigni studiosi della traduzione dell’eredità risorgimentale nel nuovo secolo. Araldi dell’intelligenza contro il totalitarismo. Fondatori di giornali (Non Mollare, Giustizia e Libertà, Quarto Stato) all’indomani del delitto Matteotti. Artefici della fuga del socialista Turati dal dilaniante giustizialismo di regime. Questa canzone non pretende certo di sostituirsi alla ricerca storica ma ha il desiderio di contribuire a fare in modo che chi vedrà questo messaggio senta il desiderio di approfondire, di conoscere.

L’immagine, elaborazione di due foto classiche di Carlo (a sinistra di chi guarda) e Nello Rosselli, è tratta da Casa della Cultura (http://www.casadellacultura.it/112/attualita-dei-fratelli-rosselli), invitando alla lettura dell’interessante articolo scritto da Francesco Somaini, presidente del Circolo Carlo Rosselli di Milano.

Il brano qui proposto è stato scritto e interpretato da Davide C. Crimi

Jinney the Witch

also known as “Mother Red Cap”, she is the true legend of Camden Town. Her history is fantastic and should be better spread out. You can read here what is written on the door of “The World’s End Tavern” in Camden Town, which is a pub that is placed on the same place where the Jinney had her residence. It is to note that this place was rebuilt in the beginning of XIX century, and it was the place where philosopher Thomas Carlyle first met the Italian philosopher Giuseppe Mazzini to talk about revolution.

At the door’s entrance at “The World’s End Tavern” in Camden Town:

jinney the witchBorn Jinney Bingham, the daughter of a local bricklayer from Kentish Town, when she was 16 she had a child by a man who was well known to the magistrates of here abouts. After he was caught stealing sheep from land near Holloway, he was sent to Newgate Prison, tried at the Old Bailey and hung at Tyburn. Jinney then took up with a man named Darby who disappeared under ‘mysterious circumstances’. About the same time her parents were brought to trial, accused of practising black magic and causing the death of a young maiden for which they were both hung. Jinney next met a man called Pitcher and his body was found tucked up in the oven burnt to a cinder. She was sent to trial for his murder but was acquitted when a witness proved that Pitcher often hid in the oven to escape Jinney’s nagging tongue! Man number four in her life was to make her financially secure for the rest of her days but when he died there were rumours and once more the witchcraft stories began to circulate. An inquest was held on the body but once again Jinney was named as blameless. Her foul tongue and temper were well known throughout the district and she would often sit outside here wearing her old red cap on her head, and her shawl (with black markings that resembled bats) around her shoulders. Crowds would gather to hurl abuse at her but with her cat by her side they would soon retreat from “The Evil Duo”. They were both to die together on the same day with poison being suspected. Whether self-inflicted or administered by someone else will never be known. Thus died Mother Red Cap and it is on the site of her cottage that this pub is built.