Postscript
As I am completing the writing of this book, I read in the press: In Italy, the hunt for immigrants in Rosarno. Migrants, seasonal workers, forced to engage in an exodus after having been subjected to a genuine manhunt. It all began Thursday evening, when young Calabrians with rifles fired on migrants. The outcome: two wounded. In protest, the migrants burned a few trash cans and numerous cars. Friday, two thousand immigrant workers took part in a demonstration to protest against the vexations and attacks to which they are subjected. “The Italians here are racists!” read the signs they carried. Four thousand seasonal migrants come every winter to work in the citrus orchards from dawn to dusk for twenty-five Euros a day and crowd into a slum on the edge of town. In the evening, attacks against migrants flared again, more violent than ever. Part of the local population, two to three hundred persons, carried on a reign of terror using iron bars, rifles, and barricades, and besieging even the headquarters of a migrants’ association. The climate established by Silvio Berlusconi’s government, with its ministers issuing rival declarations against “clandestine workers,” was not unrelated to the fear felt by some of the inhabitants of Rosarno....