When we dig into history we must wade through many boring reams of paper.
If, for instance, your FOIA request is granted, you might be inundated with a fecundity of information which makes comprehension initially prohibitive.
But we dig anyway…because we are human.
Once in awhile, a decent man or woman will tell us we have the right to know the truth.
If we find their ethics convincing, we might respect them for such a statement.
And so such is the milieu surrounding the story conveyed in Francesco Rosi’s Salvatore Giuliano.
I was tired.
And so I watched and watched and watched…and things became slower.
Nothing seemed to be happening.
It was like a particularly painful silent film.
But the sound eventually makes itself indispensable.
It is the sound of strange relationships.
Like the Mafia and the CIA.
Like the Cubans and the CIA.
Like the Mafia and the Vatican.
Like the P2 Masonic lodge and Operation Gladio.
These strange relationships.
What can we prove?
Should we cower forever beneath the hulking torts of libel and slander?
What balance of justice is there between the free speech of the impoverished and defamation?
I have nothing worth taking.
There’s a reason Palsgraf sued the Long Island Railroad Co. and not the man with the newspaper-wrapped box of fireworks.
Seeking a remedy at law (as opposed to a remedy in equity).
Such a strange language.
We don’t speak this way other than in legal circumstances.
Today, when Scalia strangely bites the dust…we remember his own supposed connection to the Propaganda Due lodge.
And Salvatore Giuliano. A real personage.
It all seems so reminiscent of the “strategy of tension”…Operation Gladio…the “anni di piombo” (Years of Lead)…
And I’m sorry to say that Wikipedia seems pruned and poised to mislead on these subjects. While the contributors have made certain that Daniele Ganser is profusely maligned, I find Mr. Ganser’s research and writing on the above subjects far superior to the damage-control tone of Wikipedia.
It is the same sort of failure (this damage-control tone) which pervades the potentially groundbreaking Wikipedia page on “9/11 conspiracy theories”. Some very important (rich) people have much at stake in keeping the (false) narrative constrained to a very tight frame.
Compare, for instance, the Wikipedia articles on “9/11 conspiracy theories” (don’t even bother reading the whitewashed main article on 9/11) and “flat earth”. There is no urgency to conceal in the flat earth article. The same, sadly, cannot be said for the “9/11 conspiracy theories” travesty.
And what does all of this have to do with Salvatore Giuliano?
Well, my friends, sometimes our enemies have very colorful histories.
Consider, for instance, Osama bin Laden.
The U.S. Republican presidential candidates (particularly the deplorably daft Marco Rubio) are (while no worse than their opposing party) willfully ignorant concerning 9/11.
Rubio and company (the six remaining Republican presidential candidates) have bought hook-line-and-sinker every bit of repugnant narrative which has emanated from the U.S. federal government since day one: 9/11/01.
How closely did we work with Osama during Operation Cyclone?
Charlie Wilson’s War doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface.
And what was the nature of the relationship between the CIA and the Pakistani ISI?
The much-maligned Michael Ruppert seems to have been right on the money in describing a confluence of oil, drugs (opium), and geopolitical chess when tracing the cui bono of 9/11 to the bonanza of Afghanistan. Of course, Iraq would soon follow.
And so what of Thierry Meyssan’s claims regarding the translation of the words al-Qaeda from the Arabic to the English as “the base” or “the database”? Such a translation seems entirely plausible when considering Osama’s coursework of business administration at King Abdulaziz University in Saudi Arabia. It is, therefore, a strange mesh of false jihad (for show) and organizational acumen. It seems that the billions (before adjusting for inflation) which flowed from the CIA to the mujahideen were, at least to some significant extent, used to fund Osama’s organization in Afghanistan during the Soviet war (1979-1989).
This is usually the place at which the spin doctors attempt to interpolate the concept of blowback. The idea that we “abandoned” Osama after we were done with him. But I don’t buy that for a second. He was too valuable. He was, literally, an investment.
Michael Ruppert said in his excellent tome Crossing the Rubicon that (to paraphrase) “the CIA is Wall Street”.
Ah, but I keep leaving Salvatore Giuliano in the dust.
Mostly because I don’t want to spoil it.
This is an essential film, but it is a lot of work for the piece of meat.
I can’t say on first viewing that it is little.
To truly appreciate this film one would need a significant knowledge of Italian history in the 20th century. I barely caught the Garibaldi reference (and he died in 1882).
Strange alliances. Corruption. Italy. Sicily.
And the Communists who peacefully organized on May Day to petition the government for assistance with running water and electricity (in 1947). (!)
The century would go badly for socialists in Italy. And that was no accident. They have NATO to thank for many problems. But they also have their own security services to blame as well.
Such a fear of communism. Like today. Such a fear of Islam.
And sadly, covert operations done in the coldly-utilitarian spirit of “the ends justify the means”…
But pay particular attention to the effort needed by the police (or was it the carbinieri?) to place the body (habeas corpus) in a convincing sprawl for a chalk outline. Yeah…whoops! Once again, the “death” of bin Laden is instructive.
It takes great lengths to hold no one accountable for internal weaknesses in such massive crimes.
And so perhaps with Salvatore Giuliano, the more apt metaphor is Lee Harvey Oswald (or, closer still, Jack Ruby).