I apologize in advance, but I struggle very much writing about Emanuele Macaluso. And even before that, to put in order the memories, which are infinite, according to a logical criterion. I will therefore mention only the last one, beautiful and serene, which dates back to this autumn: Emanuele and Enza at lunch in the garden of our house, with Gabriella, my daughter Giulia, with whom I had a very tender relationship, and my grandchildren Matteo and Andrea , who considered him some kind of super grandfather. This is enough, because it is not about me, about my human, political and intellectual relationship with Emanuele that I want to write, but about him. What was, indeed, an important piece of our history, but until the end he refused the role of the monument, he kept intact the political and intellectual curiosity, he had his say on the things of yesterday but also, indeed, on those of today without ever taking on the role of the wise old man who lives in the past and the past. Look Macaluso, he will certainly have something intelligent to say about the situation, my directors told me when I was a young political reporter. Listen Macaluso, he will certainly have something intelligent to say about the situation, so many directors today told their reporters until a few days ago.
been, Emanuele, a political fighter. I know this is an outdated expression. But it was not when in 1941, in his Caltanissetta, he enrolled in the clandestine PCI. N when, three years later, he found himself on an improvised stage with Girolamo Li Causi under the blows of shotgun by the mafia members of Calogero Vizzini. N when Giuseppe Di Vittorio, in Caltanissetta for an initiative of the CGIL, after hearing him speak promoted him to the field secretary of the Chamber of Labor in a land of sulfur miners and laborers. N when, as regional secretary of the CGIL, he was among the most authoritative leaders in land occupation. Palmiro Togliatti met him a little later, his first steps were in the still unitary union and in the movement for agrarian reform. And to those first Sicilian steps – reformist steps, even if for the Sicilian peasants Joseph Stalin was lu to Peppi, Uncle Giuseppe – always remained tied up, very close. As well as tied, very attached, remained to that humanity and those stories. In 2018, at the age of ninety-three, he paraded at the head of the CGIL procession in memory of the Portella della Ginestra massacre. Years ago he asked me to present one of his books with him in Caltanissetta, Fifty years in the PCI. After lunch, he wanted to offer me a coffee in a historic bar that he had told me about many times. The bartender, an elderly man, didn’t want to hear any stories, he offered. Because he remembered when, as a boy, his father, a laborer, was in jail, and in the Macaluso house his mother prepared something to eat every day for the imprisoned workers.
Sicilian, very Sicilian was, Macaluso. And with all the critical and self-critical revision that began at the time of the amelioration battle conducted alongside Giorgio Napolitano (here the moving memory of the former head of state), Paolo Bufalini and Gerardo Chiaromonte, from Togliatti to the core. He is therefore convinced that the history of the Communists (as well as that of the Socialists) could not be thrown overboard, or hidden under the carpet like garbage; and that it should instead be rebuilt with severe attention, in order to try to separate clearly what was dead and what was alive and vital, to transfuse it into something that has never existed in Italy, a great socialist party , democratic and liberal. He has devoted himself above all to this, with his books, since the time of Achille Occhetto’s turning point, which he argued, certainly, but very critically: I am happy to have given him a hand.
Did not appreciate (reciprocated) the PDS, much less appreciate the Democratic Party, which he considers already arrived At the terminus (the title of one of his writings, published by Feltrinelli) when in practice he was not yet born: and even on this, for what it’s worth, we agreed. In keeping with his public and private history more than with that of his side, he was a non-hairy guarantor, capable, as in the case of Giulio Andreotti, of being courageously such, even towards those he had politically opposed all his life . Also from the number of phone calls and messages that I am receiving – well-known and authoritative personalities, but above all, as they say, ordinary people – and which slow down the writing of these lines, which are already so difficult for me, I draw the confirmation of something that I always have. thought. And what many really loved Emanuele: it doesn’t happen to everyone, the sign that he had a good life.
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