Like every summer we scandalize for the most strange ordinances. But, often, I am the only argine to rampant indifference.
Perhaps the time has come to re -evaluate the prohibitions. After years of “forbidden to prohibit”, after years of exaltation of the Italian Ancoid, of the DIY, of the wild stop, of the liberation from “laces and lacciouoli” (ah how many times we have said it and written), of the deregulation, of the abolition of the principle of authority, of the “everything is possible” and of the children to whom nothing can be denied, perhaps it is the time to restore the salvific value of the prohibition. You remember when our parents said: “No.” And why not?, We asked. And they: “No, and that’s it”. Here: we ruined the golden years with those “no, and that’s it”. But God knows how much today there would be a need.
The summer of the prohibitions
I say this because as always, in the midst of August, in the beached and sleepwalking editorial offices they flock services and debates on the “summer of the prohibitions”. On the “summer of the one cannot”. The game is easy: in every municipality, now, there is an ordinance. Those who forbid the clothes, those who prohibit the ball music, those who prohibit bivouac on the street, those who prohibit diving in the port, who prohibits you to turn naked in the center, those who prohibit them from devastating the beach and even those who prohibit bathing where there are the waters with dangerous bacteria. But how do these mayors allow themselves? Isn’t they know that swimming in the bacteria is better than swimming among the dolphins?
The Praia a Mare case
The last controversy is on Covering for kids In Praia a Mare, in Calabria. The Municipality has decided to ban those who are less than 14 years old to wander around the city, without mom or dad or other adults to accompany them, between midnight and thirty and seven in the morning. Open heaven. The mayor was described as a kind of Kapò, Praia a sea in the newspapers has become the tomb of freedoms, the nightmare of summer, the triumph of summer fascism, castor oil and fez in bathing sauce.
But I say: does it seem normal to you that at 12-13 years old kids go around all night, mostly drunk, to bother people? To make acknowledgment? Often fights and attacks? And if the parents are unable to put an argine to this derives from baby gangwhat bad is there if a mayor remembers, with an ordinance, that not everything is lawful?
Mayors in the trenches
To me the mayors who put the prohibitions begin to be nice. Very nice. Even when they put prohibitions that at first glance they may appear senseless. Even when they put prohibitions that end up in the chopped newspapers and are ridiculed. They are nice to me because I see them there, in the trench of reality, to deal with Masses of unleashed cafonswho have lost every sense of the limit and that they think that summer makes everything lawful.
Since these cafons have nobody taught education, the mayors they have to do? They do what they can. They emit an ordinance. They try to put a brake on the havoc. They try. And mostly they only get to end up blocked in newspapers and TV.
The ordinances that make people discuss
So Italy laughs by the mayor Palau who forbids to spread the clothes, or that of Stintino who prohibits the holes on the beach, or that of Camogli who prohibits eating the focaccia on the street, or that of Marciana (Island of Elba) who prohibits walking and bare torso, or those of the Gargano who prohibit high music.
All fun, it is clear. A nice title at the news, a vox peoples in the village, some grimaces in the talks that survived the summer break, and away, for this year the chapter of the curiosities of the mid -August we filled it. With the right dose of indignation.
Rules and civil coexistence
But I am doubtful to me: if in Camogli there are people who transform the streets of the center into the bisunti and Stintino bivouacs there are people who have decided to transform the beach into a tangle and on the Gargano there are aspiring DJs who have decided to transform the relaxation areas into deafening discos, will it be wrong to try to stop them? In any way? Even with an ordinance?
I know very well that the activism of the mayors every now and then generates some foolish ban. But better a silly ban than the impression that everything is lawful.
Better one more ban than in less
In the summer in which we discover (cards in hand) that in Milan there was the urban anarchy, with the business committees that transformed garage into skyscrapers and catapes into luxury hotels without paying the necessary; In the summer in which it turns out that the president of the Sicilian Assembly used the blue car to go and buy the kebab or the candidate for the presidency of the Marche region, when he was mayor, he contracted the work on friends of friends who then used the money for the holidays in the mountains; In the summer in which the moral question re -establish, yet we return to talk about parliamentary immunity and to the Forza Italia event a priest dares to say “enough with the culture of legality”, well, in a summer like this, perhaps better some more ban than less than less.
Even when it is stupid, the ban on something serves: to remind us that respect for the rules, in a country that wants to be civil, is a fundamental value. Even if no one teaches him anymore.
