Judgments, sentences and exaggerations on Mario Draghi. Damato’s Scratches
In addition to the proverbial good intentions to pave the road to Hell, they are the least proverbial but wrong comparisons. I saw him a few days ago with that draft by Gian Carlo Caselli even in the “years of lead” to find in the press something similar to the “excellent investigators” who today contest investigations and trials against them. I saw it again reading the good Rino Formica in Domani even fishing in the alleged coup attempt by Junio Valerio Borghese in the night between 7 and 8 December 1970 – presumed because the defendants, convicted in the first instance in 1978, were acquitted on appeal and in the Supreme Court – to find something comparable to the attempt to bring Mario Draghi to the Quirinale.
Like Borghese, I strongly do not remember how many forest guards summoned in via Salaria, mysteriously renounce his enterprise at the last moment by fleeing to Spain, so Draghi would have pulled out of the project conceived for him by improvised supporters, suddenly and personally doing his utmost to confirm by Sergio Mattarella. Which, sparing him escapes who knows where, in turn confirmed it at Palazzo Chigi with the refusal of the government’s rite resignation after the parliamentary swearing-in ceremony.
The more I read the article by my friend Formica, an old and crystalline socialist militant, rightly concerned – for heaven’s sake – about the ill health of parties and the damage to democracy, the more I went back to reread, not believing my eyes and not content with go back to Rino’s ruthless frankness. To whom we owe images such as those of the “dwarfs and dancers” that the Central Committee of the PSI once flocked to him, or of the “blood and shit” to which the political struggle had been reduced by the old parties of the so-called First Republic.
The forest guards of Borghese, and of those behind them, should have resolved with an authoritarian change the season of the massacres that had been dormant for some time and which exploded on December 19, 1969 in Milan with the bomb in the Banca Nazionale dell’Agricoltura .
The election of Draghi to the Quirinale in this damned 2022 should have served to shift the axis of constitutional “guarantees” from the Presidency of the Republic to the Government, at the head of which Draghi himself could have put a kind of extension, in the scheme of the “De facto semi-presidentialism” evoked by the League’s minister Giancarlo Giorgetti. Which Formica generously avoided mentioning, but to which I think he was referring when writing about the “subtle pain of the authoritarian solution” that “pre-exists the characters who embody the moment of involution”: a “dragonism that pre-exists Draghi” and that “will return” – has Formica warned – if the parties do not find their “democratic soul”, “settling of scores between failed leaders” is no longer enough.
The “Roman eagle” mentioned yesterday in a title on Repubblica made me fear there that one would also want to reach Draghi and the survivor, presumed coup due to his election to the Quirinale. But fortunately it was only a re-enactment by Ezio Mauro, all in the past, of the fascist conquest of power in the truly tragic 1922.
