Cold case Cucchi. Justice is near, at very long last.

Today is a good day, and I’m still unsure as to how I can begin to convey the utter feeling of joy and relief I’m experiencing.

No. This is not one of those “ah, me so happy” boasts of mundane hilarity.

Today is a good day, but for rather more important reasons. It is a day when hope is, to an extent, vindicated. A day when, after a colluded, rotten, deceitful system has tortured one’s soul (and then stabbed it, ridiculed it, and pissed on it) for the best part of a decade, one finally discovers that  justice is at very long last about to appear on the most unlikely horizon – and from the most unlikely hands.

It is, as I said, a good day. And here’s why.

Let me take you back to a not-so-well-known event in the Italian current affairs landscape.

Rewind to October 22nd, 2009.

Or even better: six days before that.

On that day, a young man named Stefano is arrested by the Carabinieri (an Italian army-like police organisation) on charges of possession of illegal substances.
Let me quantify it for you: less than an ounce of hash and a couple of grams of coke.  International drug baron that he was.
Stefano spends the night in a prison cell, and then, after an untold calvary of about a week, (untold but not unseen) he ends up in a prison hospital as a DEAD BODY. Black and blue. An emaciated, disfigured hull of a body whose life essence has been snuffed away by foul, hideous hands.
And no-one knows what on Earth has happened to him.

“He was a druggie,” they say.
“He fell down some steps and banged his head,” they suggest.
“Why do you even give a toss?” someone implies.

Then, on the other side of the razor-sharp fence we have his distraught, wounded family.
His heroic sister who, drowning in her own tears, decides to fight for a glimmer of justice in a country where wearing a uniform makes you part of an exclusive tribe and shields you from guilt and remorse.
She takes on the mighty Goliath, single-handedly.
With the courage of David she embarks in a procession of legal self-flagellation, gets scorned and derided by the authorities who were meant to care for her brother, receives open threats by the “people” who are accused of his MURDER, and is snubbed by the very media who should be taking those filthy assassins to task instead.

See, those guys, those big boys who beat a poor defenceless man over the threshold of his own existence, walk away from it untouched, unscathed, still in full employment and protected by a cesspit which dares call itself a trade union. I guess that for a good while they all thought they may be getting away with it. But not everyone is made of steel, and Raskolnikov always ends up giving his game away. Today, after nine years, is that day.

Today Ilaria’s tears, though bitter as always, are a little less bitter.
The wall has fallen. Dear Stefano, justice will be served, at last. Not long now. Ciao!

For some more info on Stefano Cucchi’s story click here