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Non dimentichiamo Alberto

There are guys on the street, but much of the crowd now dispersed. They sang their anger that day, for the massacre of Acca Larentia, that will never be punished, either yesterday or ever. Alberto is walking with a friend, talk about real problems and present, like all boys of 17 years. do not realize that, for some minutes, a police car following them, they pawn. Then a policeman down. It takes steady aim. Shoot. Alberto was shot in the head, he collapsed at once, it stays there in a pool of blood, while his murderess prevents any relief for twenty long minutes. Albert died two hours later in hospital.

does not seem true to pennivendoli regime, to point out yet another victory against the anti-fascism, against the guy who describes armed with a P38 and therefore dangerous, in a position to do no harm by a heroic police officer. It will take years, collusion between political and shameful silence, to show that the famous P38 has never existed, and Alberto was shot in the neck, and then had her back to his assailant.

Albert will not be mentioned in any news, there are special editions for him, no emotion. Victim of the State, that State is a coward and murderess.

Quanta fear is our idea? What we are worth only if we force our ideas for the posse to be there breathing down his neck, to manipulate evidence, testimony, information, to defend their criminals?

Alberto march with us in our ranks. Have you seen, Alberto? The comrades have not forgotten you.