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AN APPEAL TO ITALY'S CONSCIENCE
Ah, you who make iniquitous decrees,
who write oppressive statutes,
to turn aside the needy from justice
and to rob the poor of my people of their rights,
that widows may be your spoil,
and that you make the orphans your prey!
Isaiah 10.1-2
We are in the grips of control by 'shock'. For which see Naomi
Klein:
http://books.guardian.co.uk/video/2007/sep/07/naomiklein.
We are returning to the partnered tactics of Hitler and Mussolini. The
use of a scapegoat.
I speak for the Human - and the European - Rights of the Roma. And in
particular for the
European Rights of the Roma from Romania.
The Roma from Romania are Christian, Romanian Orthodox. They were the
slaves of the monasteries from the Middle Ages to the nineteenth
century. They reached Europe from India centuries ago. Their language
is Indo-European.
For seven years (2001-2008), I have worked with families of Romanian
Roma
who attend the Mass for the Poor established by Giorgio La Pira, the
saintly Mayor of Florence, and continued by his saintly friend Fioretta
Mazzei in the Badia of Florence. I visited these families to whom I
listened and whom I have come
to know and love in Romania at
the end of July 2008. I met there also with Gruia Bumbu, President,
and his Roma associates, of the Romanian Government's National Agency
for the Roma in Bucharest. They spoke of the need for housing,
education, medical care for their people. All of these needs can be met
themselves by the Roma themselves - if they can be allowed legally to
work here in Italy, there in Romania. To be allowed legally to work
they must legally be allowed an address. Something that seems so
simple. But which we found to be almost impossible the prejudice and
discrimination against them being so very intense.
I believe our fear of the Roma, and especially of those of Romania, is
because we have not understood their culture. And that we are afraid
that their poverty might be our own future.

The Roma are matriarchal, based on the family. They have no country, no
army. Their flag, modeled on India's, is of the blue sky, the green
land, and the red wagon wheel, the Wheel of Life. Their criminality is
the same as for other groups, but they are
at the margins of society, their children starving. They are not
allowed an official address. A baracca they build themselves from
scrap no one else wants and
which costs
nothing is bulldozed over and over again. It does not count
as an
official address. Without an official address they are not allowed to
work. Without work, though they are European Citizens, they are
considered criminal. To survive, they can only beg. Or worse, steal.

A five room baracca built by
a Romanian Roma family of seven persons that was then bulldozed three
times by the Italian police. It was constructed from materials no one
else wanted, on land that was
not being used. Both these sisters, when clearly pregnant were
threatened by the police for living here and both consequently
gave birth prematurely. In Romania this family sleeps
twelve, children and adults together, in one room next to a horse's
stall.
The Romanian Roma leave their children with their grandparents while
trying to seek work in Italy. From which they are blocked and forced
into the undesired begging. But I have found that
the women tell of what they most need, roofs over their
houses that are not leaking letting in the snow and rain, education
for their children, medical care, and that they then organize their
families into
work groups, men and women together, their sons and their daughters,
their husbands, their in-laws, friends and acquaintances.
And that they work together admirably as families. Our laws do not
allow this. We create their poverty.
When we
have visited Muslim Roma families in Poderaccio we observed the
same cleanliness, the same courtesy that we find with the Roma from
Romania. Outside there is rubbish. But,
inside, the houses are spotless
and beautiful. Often we have seen the only piece of furniture is the
ancestral wooden rocking cradle, with colourful carpets and hangings,
the family sleeping and sitting on the floor, after taking their shoes
off on entering. The carpets are constantly washed.
We have taught parents who
cannot read or write to write their names to get their baby back from
the hospital where it was born, instead of being placed for adoption by
an Italian family. (I quoted in this case to the judge Roman Polanski's
statement that it was worse to be an orphan than to be poor). They
don't steal our babies. We may be stealing theirs. I fear the latest
proposals in Italy concerning Roma children, first being fingerprinted,
then taken from their parents as Italian Citizens and educated, will be
akin to Australia's and Canada's 'Lost Generations'. I
sometimes
give these families alphabet and number cards:
On one side:
A
B C D E F G
H I
J K L M
N
O P Q R S T
U
V W X Y Z
On the other:
1
.
6
......
2 ..
7 .......
3 ...
8 ........
4
.... 9
.........
5 .....
10
..........

Florence had been a most beautiful city. I said to the Mayor's office
that these are what now make Florence ugly: the selling of globalized
junk to the tourists, instead of Florentine handcrafts; the American
students, particularly sloppy drunk women students, at night rowdily
breaking glass bottles in the street; the graffiti painted by young
Florentines on the buildings around the Liceo Classico Michelangelo;
the Roma who beg. Of these, only the last play snatches of music or
show patches of beauty with their colourful skirts. If they could work
they would. They could paint over the graffiti,
if they
were paid, or sell postcards of Florence's
great art, if they were allowed, instead of begging. They
could contribute to Florence and, if allowed to work legally upon being
allowed a legal address, pay their taxes to Italy.
The Romanian Roma have saved the Swiss-owned so-called 'English'
Cemetery in Florence. First by rebuilding the dry walls that had
collapsed in ruins in the rains of 1966. They reconstructed these walls
expertly, the women holding their babies sitting at the iron
railing, telling their husbands and brothers where to place the stones,
the men first cleaning out the earth, then throwing and catching the
stones and putting them in place, in two hours building many metres of
wall expertly as well as preparing for us a banquet at which they
played their music. That was seven years ago and I next was told it was
illegal
for them to work
to finish the job and had to send them away. In return for it though I
bought that family a house in Romania. Since their work no tomb has
slid downhill.
Then, last year, a young Roma woman organized her
mother, her
brothers, her sister, her sister-in-law into restoring the garden the
Cemetery had once had. This family lived in a baracca outside
Florentine city limits that they built themselves out of scrap
materials no one else wanted. Everything in the Cemetery had been put
to weed killer for many
years and it was grey and ugly and dead. We forbade the
weed-killer. They weeded, planted bulbs, separated irisis and the
Cemetery became again the dream landscape it had been.

The 'English'
Cemetery's apprentice gardeners, two sisters and a sister-in-law

Seeing Karen Graffeo's
photograph exhibition, 'Now Let Us Praise the Roma', in the Mediatheca
'Fioretta Mazzei'. Their marbled paper.

Posing as artists'
models. For which they insist on being fully dressed and
chaperoned.

With Jill Hammer's finished drawing
Building book shelves for
the Mediatheca 'Fioretta Mazzei' and a cradle for their brother's baby.
This
year
Vandana returned with her husband, asking that he work in the Cemetery.
They are both 23. She became pregnant with their third child. They were
living in the baracca they had re-built in an open field
outside the city limits of Florence as the police had
bulldozed the earlier one. They had
already bought land in Romania on which they hope
to build their house. They came every day at 8:00 a.m., even on May 1st
when
they walked for four hours to be here on time and returned to their
baracca on my bicycle, there being no bus service that holiday. Later,
Vandana was
taken by the Carabinieri in their car and threatened with expulsion if
she did not leave their baracca. That night she lost her waters and
Daniel had to call the ambulance. Their baby Gabriela was born after a
week,
premature by two months, weighing 1 kilo 200 grammes. We took them in
under our roof, denouncing them to the police as living with us as
required by Italian law. With
that legal address (they already had their 'codice fiscale' numbers) we
were able
to write a work contract for Daniel and pay his contributions to the
state. Daniel in these two months, waking at dawn each day, conserved
the iron, brass and copper of 87 tombs in the English Cemetery. The
difference is tremendous and appreciated by all, by experts in
restoration, by international visitors, by our neighbours. I hired
Daniel as my domestic, but he worked as a volunteer member of our
Aureo Anello Association through the writing, together with Vandana, of
a book he also illustrated, a vocabulary in four languges, Romany,
Romanian, Italian and English: http://www.umilta.net/Romany.html,
and in return we donated to them the
funds for them to build their house on their land in Romania. In
Romania, if the Roma
have a registered decent house and a diploma they can legally work, not
otherwise.
Here are some pages from the book they wrote and illustrated, and which
we have also recorded:
Familia,
Familie, Famiglia,
Family

Gajo
Lomni
Cāzai
Phral
Bārbat
Femeie
Copil Frate
Uomo
Donna
Bambino Fratello
Man
Woman
Boy
Brother
Baba
Dai
Ciai Phen
Tată
Mamă
Fată
Soră
Padre
Madre
Bambina Sorella
Father
Mother
Girl
Sister
Instrumentuea,
Instrumente,
Utensili, Tools


Sui
Cichci
Cat
Ac
Ciocan
Foarfecă
Ago
Martello
Forbice
Needle
Hammer
Scissors

Sapa
Cosoi
Carfi
Patentos Ferestreos
Sapǎ
Seceră
Cui
Patent Ferestreu
Zappa
Falce
Chiodo
Pinza Sega
Hoe
Sickle
Nail
Pliers Saw

Șpaclos
Galeata
Furcoi
Cazmaua
Șpaclu
Gāleatā
Furcā
Cazma
Cazzuola
Secchio
Forcone
Vanga
Trowel
Bucket
Fork
Spade
Costruzioni, Constructions
Cangheri
Cher
Biserică
Casǎ
Chiesa
Casa
Church
House
Per edificare una casa/ For building
a house:
Acoperişos
Acoperiş
Tetto
Roof
Sanzi
Scandură
Trave
Plank
Tiglá
Ţiglă
Tegola
Tile
Carfi
Cui
Chiodo
Nail
|
 |
Fereastra
Fereastră
Finestra
Window
Grinda
Grindă
Asse
Rafter
Bolţari
Bolţar
Blocco
Block
made from
earth and cement
Cimentos
Ciment
Cemento
Cement
|
Both Romanian
Roma families who stayed under our roof were the cleanest
house guests we have ever had, conscientious, courteous, with dignity,
and grateful. They observe strict ancestral hygienic precepts (which go
back beyond their arrival in Europe in the Middle Ages, for they are
from north India and Aryan, their Romany language Indo-European),
seeing
us as unclean. In seven years nothing has ever been stolen from
us by them. We
give them and other Roma families used clothing and share meals. We
invite them to our library.
We find them eminently educable. For instance, they love Dante being
read aloud with
Botticelli's illustrations to the Commedia.
We
build wooden rocking cradles together: http://www.umilta.net/cradle.html.

Daniel and Vandana building
the cradle for their baby Gabriela
We find it is crucial in dealings with the Roma to centre on the women,
on the
family, remembering they are a matriarchy. At the same time taking away
from the men that despair that commonly drives oppressed males in
minorities to
selfish anodynes like cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, cars (Native
Americans, Blacks,
Aborigine, Irish, etc.). We stress economies like breast-feeding, cloth
diapers, bicycles and home schooling. The Roma want to work. But are
forbidden by
law to
have work unless they have a legal address and sufficient literacy. The
Roma marry very young in arranged marriages and are faithful to their
spouses. That faithfulness is enforced by internal tribunals among
their people. I have seen excellent, loving marriages among them and
the joint caring for their babies who never cry, being always held and
nursed, rocked in their cradles and swaddled, therefore beginning their
lives with a sense of great security and of being loved. Our first Roma
mother's ninna nana, her
lullaby to her
baby, was 'Alleluia'. I recorded it and
it was played during the RAI 1 Easter Sunday 2008 broadcast on hermits
as background to the Mass for
the Poor at the Florentine Badia this mother attended. Our own
children no longer receive that child-rearing. We can learn from them
and they can teach us.
In the midst of Daniel's work in our 'English' Cemetery I visited the
Roma families that we know in Florence in Romania. I discovered that
Vandana and Daniel when in Romania sleep with other members of their
family in one
small room, twelve people all told, children and grown ups together
next to a stall with a horse in it. This is why this couple works so
hard here to build their own house there for their three daughters.
Another family is headed by a widow with her four children, one
adopted, their three spouses, and her four grandchildren, their
house having a leaking roof with holes in it. We are helping them
repair their roof and the adopted eighteen-year-old son is now studying
in a
six-month programme for his diploma. He had been first in his class the
one year he had in school, his family being too poor to continue his
schooling. The family that restored the dry walls seven years ago is
now prosperous
from having earned the house to replace their baracca where twelve had
been sleeping. Schooling is said by the government to be free but the
parents are billed for heating, books, and must buy clothing which they
cannot afford. Medical care must be paid for after 18 by those who do
not have work, particularly the grandparents caring for grandchildren.
Relatives visiting hospitals must pay to enter. Water even from a tap a
distance down the road is billed highly, failure to pay carrying a
prison sentence. The families go hungry and
lack
clothing. I saw our family cook in a pot on an open fire outdoors their
lunch of just potatoes. We have found that when we pay money in
Florence it is
immediately sent
back to Romania to feed the children. I found in these families that
despite their great poverty they generously adopt orphaned Roma babies
or
unwanted Romanian babies.
My first Romanian Roma mother, who is illiterate, one day told the
story of
'Cristos who was so poor he was born in a baracca with the animals, the
horses. And the people were hungry so he gave them bread and fish and
potatoes. And then the envious killed him'. I came to understood her
telling more truly when I saw the animals' rooms beside the humans'
room and the cooking of a pot of potatoes over an open fire outdoors in
Romania.
Families cannot afford to send their daughters to school when everyone
is hungry. They can barely send the boys and for a few years only, not
to the level of the diploma which is needed for work.
We suggest to our families that they work together in solidarity,
helping each other rebuild their roofs. When they help each other in
Romania we are more willing to reward them with seasonal work in
Florence. We suggest these families come together as a building and
learning association, the families together thus strengthening each
family within it. The name in Romany for the Association, 'Agrustic
Somnacuni', is the same as ours, 'Aureo Anello', 'Golden Ring'. This is
a part of our project to be submitted to the European Union called
'From Graves to Cradles'.

Daniel, Giovanna, Gabriela,
Vandana in the Mediatheca 'Fioretta Mazzei'
The answer to the problem of the poverty of the Roma is to permit them
a
legal address so they can have legal work. Italian Roma, Romanian Roma
all should have this right to exist. The Romanian Roma only ask for
seasonal work here in Italy, for labour-intensive work Italians no
longer want. They can rebuild dry walls, they can gather the olives,
the grapes. They can garden expertly. They can restore
cemeteries. They are fine carpenters, even the women. They sew and
embroider, even the men. A project the Muslim Roma
have
carried out for a friend is to embroider the ancestors' names of Jewish
families in gold thread onto the white silk of two chuppas.
With giving
Roma honest legal work that
we need done the poverty, the begging, the
stealing, and our fear of them would be alleviated. The Romanian Roma
want to return to their own most beautiful
country. Its agriculture is splendid, the land fertile, no petroleum
fertilizers or pesticides being used. They are skilled workers in
metal and agriculture, and their
poverty has
them be resourceful and not wasteful. They are the florists in the
streets of Bucharest. They make the farm tools of wood and iron used by
the Romanians. They work for Romanians and then are not
paid.
They are intelligent and love beauty. Victims of the Holocaust, they
received no reparations. The least we can do in reparation is allow
them and their families to survive. They are not nomads. They are not
dirty. They are no more criminal than are others. They are under
greater provocation to resort to illegal behaviour because they are
illegally treated as being outside the laws of the land. They have been
in Europe for centuries. They
are most truly Citizens of the World, Citizens of Europe, gifted in our
many languages as well
as their own - which is Indo-European. They are not rubbish.
They are a great treasure we are rubbishing.
See http://www.umilta.net/cradlelibrary.html
http://www.umilta.net/cradle.html
http://www.umilta.net/karengraffeo.html
http://www.umilta.net/chuppa.html
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Press Release follows.
PRESS
RELEASE: AN APPEAL TO
ITALY'S CONSCIENCE
(http://www.umilta.net/scapegoat.html,
Julia Bolton Holloway, P.le Donatello, 38, 50132 Florence, Italy)
We are in the grips of
undemocratic control by the
scapegoating of the most vulnerable. We are returning to the partnered
tactics of Hitler and Mussolini. I speak for the Human - and the
European - Rights of the Roma. In
particular for the
European Rights of the Roma from Romania. The Roma from Romania are
Christian, Romanian Orthodox. They were the
slaves of the monasteries from the Middle Ages to the nineteenth
century. I believe our fear of the Roma, and especially of
those of Romania, is
because we have not understood their culture. And that we are afraid
that their great poverty might be our own future. Poverty is not, in
itself, a crime.
For seven years, 2001-2008, I listened to families of Romanian
Roma
who attend the Mass for the Poor established by Giorgio La Pira, the
Mayor of Florence, and continued by Fioretta
Mazzei in the Badia of Florence. I visited these families in Romania at
the end of July 2008. I met there also with Gruia Bumbu, President,
and his Roma associates, of the Romanian Government's National Agency
for the Roma in Bucharest. They all spoke to me of the need for
housing,
education, medical care for their people. All of these needs can be met
by the Roma themselves - if they can be allowed legally to
work here in Italy, there in Romania.
I listened first to the women, finding that the Roma
are
matriarchal, based on the family. They have no country, no
army. They are
at the margins of society, their children starving. Yet, despite their
poverty, they generously adopt other orphaned Rom babies, or unwanted
Romanian babies. The women wear graceful, colourful skirts, not
trousers.Their babies can be taken from them and given in adoption to
Italians when born here if they cannot show they have a cradle, bus
tickets to return, travelling documents for the child, and decent
housing, none of which they can afford. They do not steal our babies,
we may be stealing theirs. They leave their children with grandparents
in Romania. Many Roma are illiterate as their families cannot afford
the extra expenses of their clothes, books and heating expenses for
Romanian schools. They are not
allowed an official address. A baracca they build in an open field
outside the city limits of Florence from scrap no one else wants and
which costs
nothing is bulldozed over and over again. It does not count as an
official address. Without an official address they are not allowed to
work. Without work, though they are European Citizens, they are
considered criminal.
Italian Roma, Romanian Roma
all should have the right to exist. The answer to the problem of the
poverty of the Romanian Roma is to
permit them
a
legal address so they can have legal work. If they could have access to
a dormitory in an abandoned factory on a bus line that they could use
as an legal address and a roof this solution would suffice to lift
their families out of poverty. They only ask for
seasonal work here in Italy, for labour-intensive work Italians no
longer want. Our experience of them is that they work best
as families, the women organizing the work group. They can
rebuild dry walls, they can gather olives, grapes. They can garden
expertly. They can work with iron and stone. They are fine
carpenters, even the women. They sew and
embroider, even the men. With giving them work that
we need done the poverty, the begging, the
stealing, and our fear of them would be alleviated. The Romanian Roma
want to return to their own most beautiful
country. Its agriculture is splendid, the land fertile, no petroleum
fertilizers or pesticides being used. They are skilled and their
poverty has
them be resourceful and not wasteful. They are the florists in the
streets of Bucharest. They make the farm tools of wood and iron used by
the Romanians. They work for Romanians and often are not
paid because of Romania's poverty. Victims of the Holocaust, they
received no reparations. The least we can do in reparation is allow
them and their families to survive.
They are not nomads.
They are not
dirty. Inside their homes are spotless. They are
intelligent and love beauty. They marry young and are
faithful to their spouses. Their babies are raised lovingly and almost
never cry. It is this child-raising, despite their poverty, that gives
the Rom the inner strength to survive. However, their life expectancy,
because of that great poverty, is shockingly low. They are no more
criminal than are others. They are under
greater provocation to resort to illegal behaviour because they are
illegally treated as being outside the laws of the land. Instead, they
are most truly Citizens of Europe, gifted in its many languages as well
as their own. They are not rubbish.
They are a great treasure we are rubbishing.