We lost a journalist due to organised crime. We lost the Labour Party, our towns and villages, our government. our country. I lost my job. We have a rent-seeking economy instead of a meritocratic free market, and no regulations for cowboys. We have jungle rules instead of the rule of law. I don’t need to go on.
What’s worse is that organised crime is literally running the country. Impunity was so wide and large that organised crime became the way by which politics and economic policies are conducted. Our economy and justice system have become markets for Labour Party donors and criminal associates. They can buy anything from public land leases, magistrates, police officers, lawyers etc… This is not the time for diplomacy and things are literally the way they are.
It’s a pretty sad situation which overshadows what could be and intrinsically is a very beautiful country with huge potential. After all, this is our home and it has been burgled by our own. Those who are supposed to protect us are sitting on their couch at home drinking wine and drinks reading this website and pondering about how things could have been. What shames them most is the reality that the success of my website is derived from their failure to do their job. I’d love to be proved wrong. I’d love to see the evaporation of the local Mafia in the hands of stubborn prosecutors and police officers in courts of law run by magistrates that actually take an active interest in the evidence provided to them. I’d love to see my website crash in views as Malta becomes a normal country and there is nothing to report about other than sex scandals and the stupid things politicians say.
It seems that there is no one in the justice system who has the will and fire to fight the Mafia and organised crime. Not only are many of them corrupt, but many of them are also lazy and irresponsible. “We don’t have resources to fight the mafia” and lengthy reports and important data about money laundering by dangerous criminals have become simply “recycling paper”. The Magistrate is in Gozo having dinner and drinks and the accused brought against her for money laundering are in Dubai. The Prime Minister spends his Summer touring the Mediterranean Sea on his boat while his friend, Christian Borg pummels his wife’s face, defrauds clients and launders his drug money through an array of companies. The Attorney-General is still busy trying to analyse letters from kangaroo courts in Hong Kong instead of working on the prosecution against the owner of Pilatus Bank and his associates. Everyone needs a break from doing nothing. An overwhelming atmosphere of anomie dominates the justice system as its top executors soak the Mediterranean sun and ponder on their next property purchase.
As I try to rationalise this chaos, my mind starts tiring itself. I need some order and some sense, not this clown show. I need to see a different reality, so I go back in time. I find the last interview that Magistrate Paolo Borsellino gave to the press before he was blown up to pieces by the mafia.
He lived in a run-down neighbourhood where he grew up in Palermo, in an apartment edifice which looks like a working-class housing estate. Comfortable, in his study, smoking cigarette after cigarette, he speaks for an hour about his work and organised crime in a non-dramatic and casual demeanour as if he is just speaking about his work and duties like any other professional. Despite wearing his casual attire and speaking so comfortably, you still get that sense that he is a magistrate by being respectable and factual in everything he says, and he doesn’t complain about anything. He doesn’t complain that he doesn’t have enough resources or that he is badly paid. He doesn’t say anything against the State despite his potential misgivings about many of its high-ranking members, so he doesn’t show any weaknesses. He knows he is at war against a powerful and dangerous enemy and he acts accordingly.
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