Our weekly summary of the most read articles: we will talk about the rape culture and the new man’s role, about exploited little children Congo and something more.
The rape culture, by Elisa Bellino
Yes it does. The rape culture really exists. We were aware of this even if we were very young and boys pushed us down the stairs.
“My darling, what have you done to make this boy act like this?”
What have I done?
I was aware of this when I wore my red underwear and my white trousers, praying to grab his attention.
We do many stupid things, it is true.
I was aware of the rape culture when my uncle said through his teeth that raped girls provoke the rapist. I tried to focus on the plate, trying to hide my embarrassment.
I don’t even know if I hated him or myself.
The truth is that I didn’t want to be a prize, to be meat for an hungry animal, I wasn’t born to be a victim of someone’s appetite.
I don’t accept being described as weak just because I have two X chromosomes in my DNA.
I don’t have to be fragile just because I’m a woman. I wasn’t born to be just a mum, I could also be a warrior.
We are warriors, and we demonstrate this day by day.
But a rape is always a rape.
A rape is waking up and finds something belonging to that man inside your own body.
A rape is an obsessive cleaning up of your sheets, is being afraid of that permanent spot on them. A spot that reminds you of all the violence, all of the sorrow you are facing.
A rape is wearing your beautiful red dress without feeling dirty.
A rape is covering the traces of the scratches on your skin with makeup.
I don’t want to feel ashamed of myself when I look at me in the mirror, I don’t want to have blood in my eyes and scratches on my stomach.
But, honestly, I don’t want believe that people really think that 6months of detention are excessive for such violence.
I don’t want people justify a rape.
But it really happens, the rape culture is all around us.
It happened in the USA, when a father tried to defend his son who raped a girl the 17th January.
Poor smiling and lovely boy, poor Stanford’s athlete, poor Brock Turner, he cried in his letter.
Poor rapist, an honest champion.
An only twenty minutes rape doesn’t worth 6months of detention, said his dad.
I’m mad at this father and at this son.
I don’t have words enough to describe how deep is the ignorance, the violence. I can only imagine how the victim of all this is feeling now. And I can only imagine her looking at herself in the mirror, with eyes full of blood.
Exploited children in Congo because of hi tech, by Paola Iotti
An African proverb says that when two elephants fight, the grass suffers. Which means that when powerful people act, poor people suffer the reaction.
This sentence, reported by John Mpaliza, a 46 years old African engineer who has moved to Italy in 1993 and who got back to Congo after the catastrophe of the civil war.
Congo is a very rich Country. Under its surface, it hides gold, diamonds, cobalt, copper, manganese and coltan. Despite this, its population suffers of desperate living conditions.
Many mines are controlled by militaries who use this resource to finance guerrilla.
Cobalt is used to extract lithium, which is the material constituting batteries for pcs, smartphones and electric cars.
Recently, Amnesty International reported the exploit of human resources and children in Congo.
Unicef also, reported that more than 40.000 children work in mines and earn only two dollars a day.
Congo produces half the world cobalt production. After the extraction, a Chinese company that sell it again to Korean and Chinese batteries factories, acquires cobalt.
To aware the world of this unfair situation, John Mpaliza, started his long journey traveling by feet, in a march to protest against all this. He left Reggio Emilia and arrived in Spain. Then he started walking towards Santiago De Compostela. He went to Bruxelles, Norway and got back to Italy.
Whenever it goes, it askes the governments of these Countries new methods and new strategies to fight children’s exploit.
The 20th May 2015 he reported an important victory: the European Parliament imposed to companies which import the materials extracted, a responsible importation.
Being indifferent is unfair and selfish. John Mpaliza decided to stand up and to fight for his cause, for an unacceptable situation.
When “start” and “end” make the same sound, by Deborah Biasco
The last bell of the year rang: the school is finished again, as the summers starts.
No tests to study for, no more homeworks to do.
The last day of school means holiday and annoying hit songs.
The author of this article wanted to suggest children to hear different sound. The sound of the summer wind, the sound of the waves at the seaside, the sound of the new season.
Everything is sound.
She also suggested to run, to swim, to sweat: sweat has the incredible power to communicate happiness, as reported by some new scientific researches.
Summer means curiosity and experience: feel free to be curious and to practice what you’ve learnt in the last year of school.
Emanuele Pirozzi, dead for a game, by Maria Giovanna Campagna
The night between the 9th and 10th June, a young boy living in Naples called Emanuele Pirozzi decided to climb up the obelisk of Saint Domenico.
He felt down the obelisk and died. He lost balance and precipitated from the obelisk, while his friend stared at the awful scene.
Nothing could have saved his life, nor did the immediate assistance arrived a few minutes later.
A 23 year boy died and we are still wondering why.
He studied music in a conservatory in Majellla. The students committee reunited to discuss about this tragedy.
Police is investigating on the causes of the accident, if the loss of balance was due to alcohol or to something else.
Where have men gone? by Carlo Barbieri
The author of this article, focused on the sad story of men. Once upon a time, men were strong, powerfull and indiependent. Now women have discovered that this was a complete bluff and have started to act and behave like men.
But what really happened is that real men disappeared. They are like Pandas, an endangered specie.
They are not men anymore. They are not actracted by women, nor by the female body. What has really happened to men?
And who are the victims of all this?