Eighty years ago was born in Florence Oriana Fallaci, journalist and writer. I like to remember with a track from his Letter to a Child Never Born
'll be a man or a woman?
'll be a man or a woman? I wish you were a woman. I would like you to test one day what I feel: I am not at all agree with my mom who thinks that to be born woman is a disgrace. My mother is very unhappy when he sighs: "Ah, if I was born a man." I know: our world is made by men for men, their dictatorship is so ancient that even extends to language. It tells man to tell men and women, is said to say baby boy and girl, is said to tell his son his son and daughter, says murder to indicate the murder of a man and a woman. In the legends that men have invented to explain life, the first creature is not a woman is a man named Adam. Eva comes after, for fun and mischief. The paintings that adorn their churches, God is a bearded old man, never an old white-haired. And all their heroes are boys; from that Prometheus, who discovered the fire quell'Icaro who tried to fly on to say that this Jesus the son of the Father and the Holy Spirit: as if the woman from whom it was given birth to an incubator or a nurse.
yet, or because of it, being a woman is so fascinating. It 'an adventure that takes such courage, a challenge that does not get bored. You'll have plenty to do if birth women. To begin with, you will to beat to claim that if God exists could also be an old white-haired and pretty. Then you have to beat to explain that sin was not born the day that Eve picked an apple that day was born a great virtue called disobedience. Finally you have to beat to show that inside your body smooth and round there is an intelligence that screams to be heard. Being a mother is not a job. Nor is it a duty. It 's just the right among the many rights. Worked so hard to shout about. And often, almost always lose. But you will not be discouraged. Fighting is much better than winning, traveling is much more fun than to get there: when you arrive or you've won, feel a great emptiness. Yes, I hope Tusia a woman. Do not mind if I call you baby. And I hope you never say what my mother says. I never said I did not.
But if a man be born I will be happy stesso.E perhaps the more because you will be spared many humiliations, so many servants, so many abuses. If a man be born, for example, you will not be afraid of being raped in a dark street. You do not have to serve a pretty face to be accepted at first sight, a beautiful body to hide your bad reviews intelligenza.Non will suffer when you sleep with whoever you like, you will not feel shame to say that was born the day when an apple cogliesti . meno.Potrai beat you sweat a lot more convenient to argue that, if Dio esistesse, potrebbe essere anche una vecchia coi capelli bianchi o una bella ragazza.Potrai disubidire senza venir deriso, amare senza svegliarti una notte con la sensazione di precipitare in un pozzo, difenderti senza finire insultato.Naturalmente ti toccheranno altre schiavitù,altre ingiustizie:neanche per un uomo la vita è facile, sai.Poichè avrai muscoli più saldi, ti chiederanno di portare fardelli più pesi, ti imporranno arbitrarie responsabilità.Poichè avrai la barba, rideranno se tu piangi e perfino se hai bisogno di tenerezza.Poichè avrai una coda davanti ti ordineranno di uccidere o essere ucciso alla guerra ed esigeranno la tua complicità per tramandare la tirannia che istaurarono nelle caverne.Eppure, o proprio For this reason, a man will be equally wonderful adventure: an 'undertaking mai.Almeno I hope will not disappoint you because, if born a man, I hope you become a man as I have always wanted: sweet with the weak, fierce with bullies , generous with someone who loves you, who you comanda.Infine ruthless, enemy than anyone tell children that Jesus is the Father and the Holy Spirit, not the woman who partorì.Bambino I'm trying to explain that being a man means having a tail davanti.Significa persona.E be a first, to me, that you are interested in a persona.E 'a beautiful word, the word person, why does not limit a man or a woman, does not draw boundaries between those who and who has a tail did not have it. Moreover, the wire that divides those who have the queue who did not have it, a thread is so subtle, in practice it reduces the possibility of being able to grow or not a creature in the womb. The heart and the brain does not have sex. Nor does the behavior. If you are a person of heart and brain, remember, I'm not sure I'll be among those instructing you to behave in one way or another as male or female. We ask only to exploit well the miracle of being born, never to give the viltà.E 'a beast that is always lurking, the viltà.Ci bites everyone, every day, and few are those that can not be torn to pieces by lei.In prundenza name in the name of convenience, sometimes the saggezza.Vili until a risk threatens them, humans diventan arrogant after the risk has passed. No need to avoid the risk, never, even if fear stops you. Come into the world is already a rischio.Quello to repent, then, of your coming. "
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My mom, you see, did not want me. I began by accident, in a moment of distraction of others. And why not every night was born a drug dissolved in water. Then the drinking, crying. drank until the evening when I moved inside her belly, and kicks to tell her not to throw away. She was wearing the glass to his lips. Now it away and poured the contents on the ground. A few months later I roll victorious in the sun, and whether this was good or bad I do not know. When I'm happy I think it was good, I'm unhappy when I think it was bad. However, even when they are unhappy, I think I'd hate to not be born because nothing is worse than nothing. I, I repeat, do not fear pain. It comes with us, grow with us, you get used to it as the fact of having two arms and two legs. I, after all, not even fear to die, because if someone dies it means that he was born, that came out of nowhere. I fear nothing, to not be there, having to say there was not, even by accident, even by mistake, even for others distrazione.Molte women are asking, give birth to a son, why? Why is hungry, because they have cold, why is betrayed and offended, because the war killed or die from a disease? And they deny the hope that his hunger is satisfied, that his cold is warmed, the loyalty and respect are the friends who live a long time to try to remove disease and war. Perhaps they are right. But anything is preferable to suffering? I even pauses to cry about my failures, my disappointments, my tortures, I conclude that suffering is preferable to nothing.
Oriana Fallaci, Letter to a Child Never nato.1975