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There are news I always stirs up a bit 'that move in and gradually the maximum level of tolerance towards discriminatory and uncivilized behavior of certain people.

I lived on my skin the stupidity and wickedness of a feeling of hatred and contempt that takes shape and manifests itself almost always, so cowardly, in a group of individuals together in a pack that targets a person usually alone, surrounded, denigrating and often subjecting her to physical violence.

Find out what to do evil within more than kicks, fists, the spitting and the malaise of the body because of the violence, it is noted that there are people who do not feel no sense of empathy for the pain of others, which, after all, too, the victim, they do not exist as a person, you're just a symbol of their fears and their doubts, their intellectual limitations and is only an attempt to strike get rid of their phobias, but you, the victim, the risk of dying for it.

I was saved only because I always hit stronger than my attackers, but it's hard when you're alone and surrounded, and none of it helps.

may take years, during which almost has the feeling that, somehow, life can be made and there is an illusion that something good sooner or later you will get.

But suffice it to news remember every time that the balance that much harder we have built is very weak and just anything to bring it down to turn any of us into victims.

What is even more obnoxious then that anyone involved in politics or plays important roles in associations plays on the skin of the victims only for personal gain.

reproduce below a post written by Paul equal love in which he describes the note of the torchlight procession against the homo-transphobia held in Rome in response to aggression against the gay guy a few days ago.

It 's a tale full of emotion, unusual by a blogger always very rational, but their per questo interessante, perché dimostra che dietro quell'emotività c'è una carica vitale che non ne può più delle ingiustizie, delle ipocrisie dei finti amici, di attendere gli indecisi, di porgere l'altra guancia, di lasciare che siano sempre gli altri a farsi avanti per primi. Ha tutta la mia stima per questo.

E’ importante che io racconti cosa è accaduto nella manifestazione di protesta contro l’ultima aggressione omofoba a Roma; ed è importante che io lo faccia adesso, anche se sono scosso da quanto è successo, da una serie di eventi che mi hanno visto protagonista. Prego di poter raccontare con obiettività quanto è accaduto. Perchè e per chi lo faccio, sarà chiaro in seguito.

Non eravamo più di 100 persone, e forse di meno. Il corteo, che secondo gli organizzatori si sarebbe dovuto svolgere camminando sui marciapiedi, in modo da non dare fastidio, è partito dal Coming Out, quindi ha fatto via del Fagutale (quella della casa di Scajola) e si è fermato alla fine della stessa, prima della piazzetta che dà su via San Francesco di Paola, nel punto dove è avvenuta l’aggressione.

Lì gli organizzatori hanno fatto presente che non era possibile proseguire fino al bar che si era rifiutato di prestare soccorso, perchè loro non volevano essere considerati responsabili di nessun gesto di violenza. Eventually it was decided to dissolve the Solomonic event there and still reach this bar, where people would go there wanted to give a tissue and sarcastically thanked for their solidarity. Many of these have procured a tissue.

We arrived at the bar, that bar was not, but the ice cream shop in Via Cavour which is precisely between Via San Francesco di Paola (where the Indian restaurant on the corner) and the Metro.

There, the tissues were given, and there was a chorus of laughter, the cries of shame, shame.

At that point the president has fallen Arcigay di Roma, Fabrizio Marrazzo, che si è messo ad urlare “Ma che fate, ma che ne sapete? Non è questo il bar! Adesso chiedete scusa! Dovete chiedere scusa”

La cosa ci ha raggelato. A quel punto è cominciata una discussione, a cui Marrazzo non partecipava, in cui c’era chi sosteneva che fosse quello il bar, e chi diceva di no. Allora io, parlando a voce un po’ alta, ho fatto presente che il bar era un altro, perchè effettivamente poco più su, proprio in corrispondenza della fermata della metro, c’è un bar bar, e non una gelateria, quindi era probabilmente quello il bar incriminato.

Mi si è così avvicinato un ragazzo, of little more than twenty years, told me that was the place instead. I asked him what he knew, and he said: "Because I have it here accompanied Simon."

In fact, I could not even ask him why he knew. I had only to see his eyes. The eyes of a boy of just over twenty years, blacks blacks and sad, who helps his friend beaten up, which took him to an ice cream shop that did not go to the rescue, and now, in show of solidarity, sees the Arcigay president, therefore, its chairman, say that is not the place.

So, I move toward the open space immediately front of the room, and tell the group that discusses that the place is just what and when they ask me what I know, the friend of Simone indices, identifying precisely as such.

For me it would end there, and I go to the edge dell'assembramento, just saying that some people like to pick your ass apart, when on my way intersection Fabrizio Marrazzo.

At that point I say (I say? Say I speak in a loud voice): "Well done, congratulations! Make your good president Arcigay! Congratulations! Keep it up! But are not you ashamed? "

not think he understands what I mean, and then even more pissed off "The bar is this!"

He asks me what I know, and me yelling "I told the friends! The one who accompanied him here while bleeding! "Let's say that from this moment my tone of voice was enough all around Via Cavour.

Marrazzo says: "But there will be the interrogation to determine how things went!"

At this point, I yell: "The interrogation? Interrogation? Fuck what? This is a political rally! What you need to know more, that tells you what the friend of victim? Shame on you! "

Marrazzo becomes very small, and does not know what to say, then approached his friend, with a simpering tone (some people have a sense of ridicule of his own) tells me:" Do not let you know ? How dare you? "

And I," How dare I? How dare I? And what do you think I came here to do the beautiful statue? Mavatteneaffanculo you and your friend! Ugly bastards! "

Since I was very affected, I then stopped the debate. I greeted those present, and when I left I ran back to his friend Simone.

I told him thanks for quello che ha fatto, e gli ho augurato una pronta guarigione per Simone.

Io, per me, non cerco proprio niente. Non avrei fatto tutta questa  discussione feroce se non ci fosse stata una ulteriore e palese ingiustizia che si stava compiendo sotto i miei occhi, un atto di prepotenza da parte di uno, Fabrizio Marrazzo, che per il ruolo che ha dovrebbe innanzitutto difendere i gay, piuttosto che chiederci di scusarci.

Invece Marrazzo ha voluto spacciarsi per uno che sa tenere la folla, ha cercato di accreditarsi come uno tramite cui bisogna passare se si vuole evitare il peggio, per cui intanto ci ha chiesto di chiedere scusa per una contestazione, peraltro civilissima e di breve durata, but that was right.

Marrazzo has not bothered to find out how things had gone. He started to babble instead of interviews, as a policeman in the gay world does not need much. I can think of the sense of bewilderment and despair that the friends he felt when he saw this show before his eyes. But how, they should be here for Simon, and instead make this policy of low alloy on the meat of my friend?

So that made me furious beyond measure. I do not know your name, a friend of Simon, but what I saw in your eyes took me to get in the middle. And if you think back to your eyes, and if I guess what they have seen a few days ago right in front of the ice, I'm not ashamed to say that I went home shaking. Why thank God I still feel the emotions and do not want to live and not live off and on pain of anyone.

I believe you who read me, know what I just love the limelight. But I think there is a civic duty when the prize is all about. So please, give the widest possible dissemination of this guide that you can, if that is guilty of something just the emotions that go through me, not by political calculations.

I do not try anything, not even the hits for the blog, so return it as you like, provided it is in the form Full: Put us a link, copy the text, put it on Facebook (I do not have Facebook!), Twitter or e-mail, read it on the phone to your friends and ask them to do the same. Not for me, but for those eyes .