When an enemy succumbs, despite how much you may have detested him, if he's not fought in a petty way, he must be recognized by the honors of war.
Andreotti was charged with the greatest atrocities of the
history of the Italian republic: only a small part would make him one of
the most despicable men of all times. Yet he has always
walked with his head held high, despite his well known hump, never
running away nor hiding from those trials which saw him accused of murder and
Mafia, but not of tax evasion. He cannot be confused with
a petty criminal like the dwarf who has ruled Italy of late.
He’s been for decades the reference point of the great
international statesmen and the popes, because he knew the world and
the men, he loved power without delusions of omnipotence.
His private life has never been shown in public; he was “Divo “
only in his field: great sobriety, great substance.
Even those who identify Andreotti with evil never called him a
"Criminal" but rather the more degenerate version of the Machiavellian
"Prince": political ruthlessness personified.
When someone possesses his own resources he cannot be afraid of a magistrate,
of a sentence, of his political opponents, of envy and
hatred. Because intimately he is convinced he’s right whatever he does, that
any wickedness is perpetrated to guarantee the common good.
A sort of Jeremy Bentham post litteram:
pure utilitarianism that doesn’t need approval.
It may be asked which was better: the Italy that made
clear pacts with Mafia (70s), the one that was based on bribes (80s)
or the one which consecrated the end of morality (90s).
I believe that the current nation is the resultant of all these phases
that have become a
system: the sum of the last forty years which have been first
disturbing and then distressing.
These days there isn’t a single politician that can be compared to
Andreotti, as far as ability and competence are concerned. Gianni Agnelli
said a few years ago, when Italy was on the edge of a crisis of
government, "I never thought that one day I would have to hope for
a Communist". And I never thought one day I would regret the Divo...
Andreotti was charged with the greatest atrocities of the
history of the Italian republic: only a small part would make him one of
the most despicable men of all times. Yet he has always
walked with his head held high, despite his well known hump, never
running away nor hiding from those trials which saw him accused of murder and
Mafia, but not of tax evasion. He cannot be confused with
a petty criminal like the dwarf who has ruled Italy of late.
He’s been for decades the reference point of the great
international statesmen and the popes, because he knew the world and
the men, he loved power without delusions of omnipotence.
His private life has never been shown in public; he was “Divo “
only in his field: great sobriety, great substance.
Even those who identify Andreotti with evil never called him a
"Criminal" but rather the more degenerate version of the Machiavellian
"Prince": political ruthlessness personified.
When someone possesses his own resources he cannot be afraid of a magistrate,
of a sentence, of his political opponents, of envy and
hatred. Because intimately he is convinced he’s right whatever he does, that
any wickedness is perpetrated to guarantee the common good.
A sort of Jeremy Bentham post litteram:
pure utilitarianism that doesn’t need approval.
It may be asked which was better: the Italy that made
clear pacts with Mafia (70s), the one that was based on bribes (80s)
or the one which consecrated the end of morality (90s).
I believe that the current nation is the resultant of all these phases
that have become a
system: the sum of the last forty years which have been first
disturbing and then distressing.
These days there isn’t a single politician that can be compared to
Andreotti, as far as ability and competence are concerned. Gianni Agnelli
said a few years ago, when Italy was on the edge of a crisis of
government, "I never thought that one day I would have to hope for
a Communist". And I never thought one day I would regret the Divo...
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