We shall see, we must see, it is our duty to see later, but not too
late, who have been the cowards, the depraved, the stupid men who have
dishonored humanity with their cowardice, with their vileness, with
their stupidity, in this horrible catastrophe.
More especially those who have been discharging public and
administrative duties, and have abandoned their posts even when there
was no danger. Those cowards who did not go where their functions
called them, giving all kind of pretexts or excuses, and prudently
locking themselves up in their houses. Those cowards who, having the
greatest duties of civic courage to fulfil, have tried to blame others'
courage and valor in order to retain the respect of the public. Let all
these, and the soonest possible, that is, as soon as this devastation
is finished, let all these cowards be denounced to public opinion!
We have already heard many of their names, later on more will be
called out, and every body will know who are those who muffled their
conscience in this terrible plight, and neglected their duties. And
we shall also speak of those who have been so degenerated as to turn
to their advantage this calamity unexpectedly fallen on an innocent
people, and among these speculators of all kind, we shall also place
those newspaper men who have set the greatest panic among the people,
printing continually false news, increasing (and there was no need of
it!) the proportions of this tremendous catastrophe, simply for the
greed of selling their papers, the consequences of which have been of
the greatest damage to the poor people of those communities, not only,
but have made a terrible impression on Naples especially, destroying
its very life! We shall not spare either those foolish individuals who
seem to add to all calamities by their stupidity, who fall among us
like a punishment of God, nor those who prevent willing people from
working, or acting, in fact who are a real disaster to humanity. And
yet it looks as if, of disasters, we had had more than our share! We
will speak of all this but not just now, it is not quite time to settle
our accounts, we must wait for this terrible conflagration to end!
Then all those who have been miserably vile, who have been mercenary
and stupid, all these people, real calamity of calamities, must be
called before a moral tribunal, and must be branded forever before the
public.
Not now! The moment of their judgement will come, must come!
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But what must not be delayed another moment, is the proclamation,
before our whole country, before the world, of those who have been the
heroes of this scene of horror and despair.
The soldiers have been the heroes, the soldiers are the heroes!
From the first of them, Emanuele Filiberto of Savoia, high minded,
noble hearted man, from this duke of Aosta to whom is due all the
organization of rescue, and of forder, from this worthy nephew of
Victor Emanuel the great king, from this very worthy nephew of Umberto
of Savoia, who twenty-two years ago, in the hospitals of Naples,
helped and tendered the people dying from cholera, from this Emanuele
Filiberto, who is tenderly loved and admired, to the humblest, to the
most modest of soldiers, they only and alone have been the heroes of
this terrible eruption. Not only heroes of courage, but of untiring
activity, not only of impulse but of faithfujness, not only heroes
before danger, but before fatigue, privations and sacrifice.
Everything has been done by these brave soldiers in these last five
days, beginning with the duke of Aosta, who has had no rest, going
every where calm and silent, without pomp, without blague, without any
useless talking, giving the most efficacious orders with the kindest
manners, resolution, and firmness, to general Tarditi the illustrious
man, the great soul of soldier, full of talent, culture, and valor,
down to all the other officers to all the other soldiers. They have
defied and conquered the lava, and lapillus, going always ahead there
where duty called them. They have looked for the dead and the wounded
among the ruins, and they have buried the corpses with their own
hands. They have demolished the tumbling houses and built straw-huts
for those who were running away: they have divided their bread, yes,
their bread, these dear soldiers, with the peasants and women, with the
children: they have kept long watches in the most dangerous places;
they have given the greatest help there where destruction seemed worse,
and all this has been truly heroic! Who has gone to Boscotrecase
surrounded by fire, but the soldiers? Who, has gone to Ottaiano and to
S. Giuseppe, from the very first day, when nobody had dared go there,
but the soldiers, from the duke of Aosta, the majors, the captains,
the lieutenants, to the last soldier? Who has brought bread to the
hungry, and water to the thirsty? Who has tried to free the streets,
the houses from the ashes and stones? At Ottaiano, the sister of one of
our newspaper men owes her children's life to the soldiers, who, after
having saved them, have fed them, taking the bread from their very own
mouths.
At Torre Annunziata, in a desperate moment, when the lava was almost
touching the cemetery, I bent over the opening of a wooden fence which
closed a large field on which the lava was advancing, and before this
great black and red monster, the field seemed deserted! Only a soldier,
a simple soldier was there in a solitary corner. There he stood before
the lava advancing near him: he was there alone, perhaps to keep the
little fence from being broken down by the frivolous curiosity of the
crowd. Here in the barracks the soldiers are sheltering those who are
running away, giving them food and courage, and with the same courage
and heart, they gather to them all lost children. Oh unknown heroes! oh
our own heroic brothers! oh! our heroic own sons, here through you, the
honor of humanity is saved. For you we are still left to believe that
the most admirable virtues can still live in the heart of men. Oh you
heroes before life and death, heroes for valor and for goodness, you
great heroes from your young leader to the generals and officers, all
of you martyrs and heroes, our own salvation, our own strength, our own
glory, our soldiers!
11th April 1906.