Giuliano Castellino, leader of the Rome identity movement to the Romans and national leader of Forza Nuova, has been arrested since 27 September on the twentieth day of hunger strike.
In a press release, he launches his cry of anger against the silence of the media on the battles that led him along with other militants, on this condition and to show that we are not willing to take a step back in this struggle of resistance national and social justice.
Yesterday the other flew into the sky Rosaleen Sands, mother of Bobby Sands, a soldier of the Irish liberation struggle, who died on 5 May 1981 in the Maze prison, in Long Kesh, after 66 days of hunger strike .
Protest carried forward to the extreme sacrifice to obtain the status of political prisoner.
The life, imprisonment and death of Robert Gerard Sands have become a flag for all political activists who have suffered repression and oppression due to the struggle.
Far be it from comparing my and our condition with that of the Irish fighters locked up in the British concentration camps, but certainly for those who find themselves arrested – guilty (with pride and pride) of having defended a family of compatriots from an eviction, having opposed ‘assignment of the house itself to a family of foreigners and in the mobilization has sided, with a straight back and gaze focused on the sun, against the police and the speedy regime that defends the invasion and escort the replacement – receive the news of the death of the Sands’ mother struck us in a special way.
Together with our prayers for Mrs. Sands and for Bobby, in their example we find even more strength to cry out our “I do not care” against a system that intended to bend us with truncheons, trials and detention.
I have been under arrest since September 27th and on December 26th I started a hunger strike (not of thirst) to launch my rage against the media silence on the battles that led us to this condition and to show that we are not willing to take a step back in this struggle for national resistance and social justice.
(I reiterate that I do not pity freedom and discounts to this system!) I only ask that the Italians know why we are prisoners … I ask that the media give the necessary space to our struggle.
I am willing to go all the way, I have repeated it several times these days, the silence and indifference of the regime pennilendoli only strengthens my tenacity, because it confirms me to stay on the right side of the barricade.
We are for social rights and the homeland, while journalists, militant thugs and various policemen are in the pay of Soros, Renzi and defenders of ethnic substitution.
After 19 days of only liquid feeding, physical strength begins to decrease (lost 10 kg), but not mental and moral.
Rather. Growing in me the belief that fighting is a destiny, that my condition should not prevent me from fighting, even if today the only weapon I have available is my body and I have to use this.
The anti-fascist rogue is selling off Italy and the Italians in Brussels, its nefarious financial laws, the dictatorship of the ECB and the crazy immigration policies.
I, Consuelo and the other comrades – who in these months have suffered complaints, staples and special surveillance – know well what we pay.
The awakening of the rebellion of the Roman people, defending the right to housing and being opposed to the opening of centers for illegal immigrants and Roma camps.
The mobilization of the suburbs has placed us in the first place in the “black list” of the enemies of the powers, of the cooperatives and of those on the emergence of immigration and immigration.
With our revolts we have put in the sedan the great Roman and Italian manger, which involves institutions (parties and various officials), palazzinari and mala-businessmen.
The system, its repressive arm and its organic and peripheral structures have responded with ferocity and infamity to our advance and have tried – in vain – with every means to stop our march.
Their lords, tyrants of democracy, have not come to terms with the fascists.
The black flags do not bend under the violence of this regime, a traitor to the nation and a star-dweller of the people, but they wave fairs in every quarter, in every anti-rift picket and in every mobilization against the invasion.
Today the black flag also raises it, from house arrest, from my twentieth day of hunger strike.
While I continue the struggle from captivity the comrades are opening outposts in Primavalle, at the third town hall, in East Rome and in Tor Bella Monaca. While I fight with my body, the Forza Nuova militants are collecting signatures to be present in the March elections. While on hunger strike, fascists are mobilizing to scream “Outside the EU and the euro, social rights, national resistance and demographic revolution!”
Not an electoral program, but a declaration of war.
Because Rome to the Romans and Italy to the Italians are not mere slogans, but they are the battle cry.
Never surrender. Giuliano Castellino