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|| MEDIATHECA 'FIORETTA
MAZZEI' || 'ENGLISH'
CEMETERY || AUREO ANELLO || Daniel-Claudiu
Dumitrescu/Julia Bolton Holloway
© 2012
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AN APPEAL TO ITALY'S CONSCIENCE
Ah, you who make iniquitous decrees,
who write oppressive statutes,
to turn aside the needy from justice
and to rob the poor of my people of their rights,
that widows may be your spoil,
and that you make the orphans your prey!
Isaiah 10.1-2
We are in the grips of control by 'shock'. For which see Naomi
Klein:
http://books.guardian.co.uk/video/2007/sep/07/naomiklein.
We are returning to the partnered tactics of Hitler and Mussolini.
The use of a scapegoat.
I speak for the Human - and the European - Rights of the Roma. And
in particular for the European Rights of the Roma from Romania.
The Roma from Romania are Christian, Romanian Orthodox. They were
the slaves of the monasteries from the Middle Ages to the
nineteenth century. They reached Europe from India centuries ago.
Their language is Indo-European.
For seven years (2001-2008), I have worked with families of
Romanian Roma who attend the Mass for the Poor established by
Giorgio La Pira, the saintly Mayor of Florence, and continued by
his saintly friend Fioretta Mazzei in the Badia of Florence. I
visited these families to whom I listened and whom I have come to
know and love in Romania at the end of July 2008. I met there also
with Gruia Bumbu, President, and his Roma associates, of the
Romanian Government's National Agency for the Roma in Bucharest.
They spoke of the need for housing, education, medical care for
their people. All of these needs can be met themselves by the Roma
themselves - if they can be allowed legally to work here in Italy,
there in Romania. To be allowed legally to work they must legally
be allowed an address. Something that seems so simple. But which
we found to be almost impossible the prejudice and discrimination
against them being so very intense.
I believe our fear of the Roma, and especially of those of
Romania, is because we have not understood their culture. And that
we are afraid that their poverty might be our own future.

The Roma are matriarchal, based on the family. They have no
country, no army. Their flag, modeled on India's, is of the blue
sky, the green land, and the red wagon wheel, the Wheel of Life.
Their criminality is the same as for other groups, but they are at
the margins of society, their children starving. They are not
allowed an official address. A baracca they build themselves from
scrap
no
one
else
wants and which costs nothing is bulldozed over and over again.
It does not count as an official address. Without an official
address they are not allowed to work. Without work, though they
are European Citizens, they are considered criminal. To survive,
they can only beg. Or worse, steal.

A five room baracca
built by a Romanian Roma family of seven persons that was then
bulldozed three times by the Italian police. It was constructed
from materials no one else wanted, on land that was not being
used. Both these sisters, when clearly pregnant were threatened
by the police for living here and both consequently gave birth
prematurely. In Romania this family sleeps twelve, children and
adults together, in one room next to a horse's stall.
The Romanian Roma leave their children with their grandparents
while trying to seek work in Italy. From which they are blocked
and forced into the undesired begging. But I have found that the
women tell of what they most need, roofs over their houses that
are not leaking letting in the snow and rain, education for their
children, medical care, and that they then organize their families
into work groups, men and women together, their sons and their
daughters, their husbands, their in-laws, friends and
acquaintances. And that they work together admirably as families.
Our laws do not allow this. We create their poverty.
When we have visited Muslim Roma families in Poderaccio
we observed the same cleanliness, the same courtesy that we find
with the Roma from Romania. Outside there is rubbish. But, inside,
the houses are spotless and beautiful. Often we have seen the only
piece of furniture is the ancestral wooden rocking cradle, with
colourful carpets and hangings, the family sleeping and sitting on
the floor, after taking their shoes off on entering. The carpets
are constantly washed.
We have taught parents who cannot read or write to write
their names to get their baby back from the hospital where it was
born, instead of being placed for adoption by an Italian family.
(I quoted in this case to the judge Roman Polanski's statement
that it was worse to be an orphan than to be poor). They
don't steal our babies. We may be stealing theirs. I fear the
latest proposals in Italy concerning Roma children, first being
fingerprinted, then taken from their parents as Italian Citizens
and educated, will be akin to Australia's and Canada's 'Lost
Generations'. I sometimes give these families alphabet and
number cards:
On one side:
A B C D E F G
H I J K L M
N O P Q R S
T
U V W X Y Z
On the other:
1 . 6 ......
2 .. 7 .......
3 ... 8 ........
4 .... 9 .........
5 ..... 10 ..........

Florence had been a most beautiful city. I said to the Mayor's
office that these are what now make Florence ugly: the selling of
globalized junk to the tourists, instead of Florentine handcrafts;
the American students, particularly sloppy drunk women students,
at night rowdily breaking glass bottles in the street; the
graffiti painted by young Florentines on the buildings around the
Liceo Classico Michelangelo; the Roma who beg. Of these, only the
last play snatches of music or show patches of beauty with their
colourful skirts. If they could work they would. They
could paint over the graffiti, if they were paid, or sell
postcards of Florence's great art, if they were allowed, instead
of begging. They
could contribute to Florence and, if allowed to work legally upon
being allowed a legal address, pay their taxes to Italy.
The Romanian Roma have saved the Swiss-owned so-called 'English'
Cemetery in Florence. First by rebuilding the dry walls that had
collapsed in ruins in the rains of 1966. They reconstructed these
walls expertly, the women holding their babies sitting at the iron
railing, telling their husbands and brothers where to place the
stones, the men first cleaning out the earth, then throwing and
catching the stones and putting them in place, in two hours
building many metres of wall expertly as well as preparing for us
a banquet at which they played their music. That was seven years
ago and I next was told it was illegal for them to work to finish
the job and had to send them away. In return for it though I
bought that family a house in Romania. Since their work no tomb
has slid downhill.
Then, last year, a young Roma woman organized her mother, her
brothers, her sister, her sister-in-law into restoring the garden
the Cemetery had once had. This family lived in a baracca outside
Florentine city limits that they built themselves out of scrap
materials no one else wanted. Everything in the Cemetery had been
put to weed killer for many years and it was grey and ugly and
dead. We forbade the weed-killer. They weeded, planted bulbs,
separated irisis and the Cemetery became again the dream landscape
it had been.

The 'English'
Cemetery's apprentice gardeners, two sisters and a
sister-in-law

Seeing Karen Graffeo's
photograph exhibition, 'Now Let Us Praise the Roma', in the
Mediatheca 'Fioretta Mazzei'. Their marbled paper.

Posing as
artists' models. For which they insist on being fully dressed
and chaperoned.

With Jill Hammer's finished drawing
Building book shelves for
the Mediatheca 'Fioretta Mazzei' and a cradle for their
brother's baby.
This
year
Vandana
returned
with
her
husband, asking that he work in the Cemetery. They are both 23.
She became pregnant with their third child. They were living in
the baracca they had re-built in an open field outside
the city limits of Florence as the police had
bulldozed the earlier one. They had already bought land in Romania
on which they hope to build their house. They came every day at
8:00 a.m., even on May 1st when they walked for four hours to be
here on time and returned to their baracca on my bicycle, there
being no bus service that holiday. Later, Vandana was taken by the
Carabinieri in their car and threatened with expulsion if she did
not leave their baracca. That night she lost her waters and Daniel
had to call the ambulance. Their baby Gabriela was born after a
week, premature by two months, weighing 1 kilo 200 grammes. We
took them in under our roof, denouncing them to the police as
living with us as required by Italian law. With that legal address
(they already had their 'codice fiscale' numbers) we were able to
write a work contract for Daniel and pay his contributions to the
state. Daniel in these two months, waking at dawn each day,
conserved the iron, brass and copper of 87 tombs in the English
Cemetery. The difference is tremendous and appreciated by all, by
experts in restoration, by international visitors, by our
neighbours. I hired Daniel as my domestic, but he worked as a
volunteer member of our Aureo Anello Association through the
writing, together with Vandana, of a book he also illustrated, a
vocabulary in four languages, Romany, Romanian, Italian and
English: http://www.umilta.net/Romany.html,
and in return we donated to them the funds for them to build their
house on their land in Romania. In Romania, if the Roma have a
registered decent house and a diploma they can legally work, not
otherwise.
Here are some pages from the book they wrote and illustrated, and
which we have also recorded:
Familia, Familie, Famiglia, Family

Gajo
Lomni
Cāzai
Phral
Bārbat
Femeie
Copil Frate
Uomo
Donna
Bambino Fratello
Man
Woman
Boy
Brother
Baba
Dai
Ciai
Phen
Tată
Mamă
Fată
Soră
Padre
Madre
Bambina Sorella
Father
Mother
Girl
Sister
Instrumentuea, Instrumente, Utensili, Tools


Sui
Cichci
Cat
Ac
Ciocan
Foarfecă
Ago
Martello
Forbice
Needle
Hammer
Scissors

Sapa
Cosoi
Carfi
Patentos Ferestreos
Sapǎ
Seceră
Cui
Patent Ferestreu
Zappa
Falce
Chiodo
Pinza Sega
Hoe
Sickle
Nail
Pliers Saw

Șpaclos
Galeata
Furcoi
Cazmaua
Șpaclu
Gāleatā
Furcā
Cazma
Cazzuola
Secchio
Forcone
Vanga
Trowel
Bucket
Fork
Spade
Costruzioni, Constructions
Cangheri
Cher
Biserică
Casǎ
Chiesa
Casa
Church
House
Per
edificare una casa/ For building a house:
Acoperişos
Acoperiş
Tetto
Roof
Sanzi
Scandură
Trave
Plank
Tiglá
Ţiglă
Tegola
Tile
Carfi
Cui
Chiodo
Nail
|
 |
Fereastra
Fereastră
Finestra
Window
Grinda
Grindă
Asse
Rafter
Bolţari
Bolţar
Blocco
Block made from
earth and cement
Cimentos
Ciment
Cemento
Cement
|
Both Romanian Roma families who stayed under our roof were the
cleanest house guests we have ever had, conscientious, courteous,
with dignity, and grateful. They observe strict ancestral hygienic
precepts (which go back beyond their arrival in Europe in the
Middle Ages, for they are from north India and Aryan, their Romany
language Indo-European), seeing us as unclean. In seven years
nothing has ever been stolen from us by them. We give them and
other Roma families used clothing and share meals. We invite them
to our library. We find them eminently educable. For instance,
they love Dante being read aloud with Botticelli's illustrations
to the Commedia. We
build wooden rocking cradles together: http://www.umilta.net/cradle.html.

Daniel and Vandana building
the cradle for their baby Gabriela
We find it is crucial in dealings with the Roma to centre on the
women, on the family, remembering they are a matriarchy. At the
same time taking away from the men that despair that commonly
drives oppressed males in minorities to selfish anodynes like
cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, cars (Native Americans, Blacks,
Aborigine, Irish, etc.). We stress economies like breast-feeding,
cloth diapers, bicycles and home schooling. The Roma want to work.
But are forbidden by law to have work unless they have a legal
address and sufficient literacy. The Roma marry very young in
arranged marriages and are faithful to their spouses. That
faithfulness is enforced by internal tribunals among their people.
I have seen excellent, loving marriages among them and the joint
caring for their babies who never cry, being always held and
nursed, rocked in their cradles and swaddled, therefore beginning
their lives with a sense of great security and of being loved. Our
first Roma mother's ninna nana,
her lullaby to her baby, was 'Alleluia'.
I recorded it and it was played during the RAI 1 Easter Sunday
2008 broadcast on hermits as background to the Mass for the Poor
at the Florentine Badia this mother attended. Our own children no
longer receive that child-rearing. We can learn from them and they
can teach us.
In the midst of Daniel's work in our 'English' Cemetery I visited
the Roma families that we know in Florence in Romania. I
discovered that Vandana and Daniel when in Romania sleep with
other members of their family in one small room, twelve people all
told, children and grown ups together next to a stall with a horse
in it. This is why this couple works so hard here to build their
own house there for their three daughters. Another family is
headed by a widow with her four children, one adopted, their three
spouses, and her four grandchildren, their house having a leaking
roof with holes in it. We are helping them repair their roof and
the adopted eighteen-year-old son is now studying in a six-month
programme for his diploma. He had been first in his class the one
year he had in school, his family being too poor to continue his
schooling. The family that restored the dry walls seven years ago
is now prosperous from having earned the house to replace their
baracca where twelve had been sleeping. Schooling is said by the
government to be free but the parents are billed for heating,
books, and must buy clothing which they cannot afford. Medical
care must be paid for after 18 by those who do not have work,
particularly the grandparents caring for grandchildren. Relatives
visiting hospitals must pay to enter. Water even from a tap a
distance down the road is billed highly, failure to pay carrying a
prison sentence. The families go hungry and lack clothing. I saw
our family cook in a pot on an open fire outdoors their lunch of
just potatoes. We have found that when we pay money in Florence it
is immediately sent back to Romania to feed the children. I found
in these families that despite their great poverty they generously
adopt orphaned Roma babies or unwanted Romanian babies.
My first Romanian Roma mother, who is illiterate, one day told the
story of 'Cristos who was so poor he was born in a baracca with
the animals, the horses. And the people were hungry so he gave
them bread and fish and potatoes. And then the envious killed
him'. I came to understood her telling more truly when I saw the
animals' rooms beside the humans' room and the cooking of a pot of
potatoes over an open fire outdoors in Romania. Families cannot
afford to send their daughters to school when everyone is hungry.
They can barely send the boys and for a few years only, not to the
level of the diploma which is needed for work.
We suggest to our families that they work together in solidarity,
helping each other rebuild their roofs. When they help each other
in Romania we are more willing to reward them with seasonal work
in Florence. We suggest these families come together as a building
and learning association, the families together thus strengthening
each family within it. The name in Romany for the Association,
'Agrustic Somnacuni', is the same as ours, 'Aureo Anello', 'Golden
Ring'. This is a part of our project to be submitted to the
European Union called 'From Graves to Cradles'.

Daniel, Giovanna,
Gabriela, Vandana in the Mediatheca 'Fioretta Mazzei'
The answer to the problem of the poverty of the Roma is to permit
them a legal address so they can have legal work. Italian Roma,
Romanian Roma all should have this right to exist. The Romanian
Roma only ask for seasonal work here in Italy, for
labour-intensive work Italians no longer want. They can rebuild
dry walls, they can gather the olives, the grapes. They can garden
expertly. They can restore cemeteries. They are fine
carpenters, even the women. They sew and embroider, even the men.
A project the Muslim Roma have carried out for a friend
is to embroider the ancestors' names of Jewish families in gold
thread onto the white silk of two chuppas. With
giving Roma honest legal work that we need done the poverty, the
begging, the stealing, and our fear of them would be alleviated.
The Romanian Roma want to return to their own most beautiful
country. Its agriculture is splendid, the land fertile, no
petroleum fertilizers or pesticides being used. They are skilled
workers in metal and agriculture, and their poverty has them be
resourceful and not wasteful. They are the florists in the streets
of Bucharest. They make the farm tools of wood and iron used by
the Romanians. They work for Romanians and then are not paid. They
are intelligent and love beauty. Victims of the Holocaust, they
received no reparations. The least we can do in reparation is
allow them and their families to survive. They are not nomads.
They are not dirty. They are no more criminal than are others.
They are under greater provocation to resort to illegal behaviour
because they are illegally treated as being outside the laws of
the land. They have been in Europe for centuries. They are most
truly Citizens of the World, Citizens of Europe, gifted in our
many languages as well as their own - which is Indo-European. They
are not rubbish. They are a great treasure we are rubbishing.
See http://www.umilta.net/cradlelibrary.html
http://www.umilta.net/cradle.html
http://www.umilta.net/karengraffeo.html
http://www.umilta.net/chuppa.html
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BOLTON HOLLOWAY
Press Release follows.
PRESS RELEASE: AN APPEAL TO ITALY'S CONSCIENCE
(http://www.umilta.net/scapegoat.html,
Julia Bolton Holloway, P.le Donatello, 38, 50132 Florence,
Italy)
We are in the grips of undemocratic control by the
scapegoating of the most vulnerable. We are returning to the
partnered tactics of Hitler and Mussolini. I speak for the Human -
and the European - Rights of the Roma. In particular for the
European Rights of the Roma from Romania. The Roma from Romania
are Christian, Romanian Orthodox. They were the slaves of the
monasteries from the Middle Ages to the nineteenth century. I
believe our fear of the Roma, and especially of those of Romania,
is because we have not understood their culture. And that we are
afraid that their great poverty might be our own future. Poverty
is not, in itself, a crime.
For seven years, 2001-2008, I listened to
families of Romanian Roma who attend the Mass for the Poor
established by Giorgio La Pira, the Mayor of Florence, and
continued by Fioretta Mazzei in the Badia of Florence. I visited
these families in Romania at the end of July 2008. I met there
also with Gruia Bumbu, President, and his Roma associates, of the
Romanian Government's National Agency for the Roma in Bucharest.
They all spoke to me of the need for housing, education, medical
care for their people. All of these needs can be met by the Roma
themselves - if they can be allowed legally to work here in Italy,
there in Romania.
I listened first to the women, finding that the
Roma are matriarchal, based on the family. They have no country,
no army. They are at the margins of society, their children
starving. Yet, despite their poverty, they generously adopt other
orphaned Rom babies, or unwanted Romanian babies. The women wear
graceful, colourful skirts, not trousers.Their babies can be taken
from them and given in adoption to Italians when born here if they
cannot show they have a cradle, bus tickets to return, travelling
documents for the child, and decent housing, none of which they
can afford. They do not steal our babies, we may be stealing
theirs. They leave their children with grandparents in Romania.
Many Roma are illiterate as their families cannot afford the extra
expenses of their clothes, books and heating expenses for Romanian
schools. They are not allowed an official address. A baracca they
build in an open field outside the city limits of Florence from
scrap no one else wants and which costs nothing is bulldozed over
and over again. It does not count as an official address. Without
an official address they are not allowed to work. Without work,
though they are European Citizens, they are considered criminal.
Italian Roma, Romanian Roma all should have the
right to exist. The answer to the problem of the poverty of the
Romanian Roma is to permit them a legal address so they can have
legal work. If they could have access to a dormitory in an
abandoned factory on a bus line that they could use as an legal
address and a roof this solution would suffice to lift their
families out of poverty. They only ask for seasonal work here in
Italy, for labour-intensive work Italians no longer want. Our
experience of them is that they work best as families, the women
organizing the work group. They can rebuild dry walls, they can
gather olives, grapes. They can garden expertly. They can work
with iron and stone. They are fine carpenters, even the women.
They sew and embroider, even the men. With giving them work that
we need done the poverty, the begging, the stealing, and our fear
of them would be alleviated. The Romanian Roma want to return to
their own most beautiful country. Its agriculture is splendid, the
land fertile, no petroleum fertilizers or pesticides being used.
They are skilled and their poverty has them be resourceful and not
wasteful. They are the florists in the streets of Bucharest. They
make the farm tools of wood and iron used by the Romanians. They
work for Romanians and often are not paid because of Romania's
poverty. Victims of the Holocaust, they received no reparations.
The least we can do in reparation is allow them and their families
to survive. They are not nomads. They are not dirty. Inside their
homes are spotless. They are intelligent and love beauty. They
marry young and are faithful to their spouses. Their babies are
raised lovingly and almost never cry. It is this child-raising,
despite their poverty, that gives the Roma the inner strength to
survive. However, their life expectancy, because of that great
poverty, is shockingly low. They are no more criminal than are
others. They are under greater provocation to resort to illegal
behaviour because they are illegally treated as being outside the
laws of the land. Instead, they are most truly Citizens of Europe,
gifted in its many languages as well as their own. They are not
rubbish. They are a great treasure we are rubbishing.
AGRUSTIC SOMNACUNI || ROMANY || CRADLE || LET US
PRAISE THE ROM || CHUPPA || MEDIATHECA 'FIORETTA
MAZZEI' || 'ENGLISH'
CEMETERY || AUREO ANELLO || Daniel-Claudiu
Dumitrescu/Julia Bolton Holloway
© 2012