Santa Burocrazia Italiana

Santa Burocrazia Italiana!

I keep encountering the same response when I ask why discriminatory rules persist—even among those who oppose them:

“Non c’è niente da fare.” (“There’s nothing to be done.”)

But I am still asking:

What kind of unjust system survives this way?

Is inequality enforced only from above, or is it also continuously reproduced in everyday life—even by those who claim to resist it?

Inequality rarely appears as a fixed structure. It is negotiated, justified, and lived. People constantly find ways to move within it—bending rules, bypassing barriers, surviving through small openings. In doing so, they may also reproduce the very inequalities they navigate, or benefit from them.

What if this sense of inevitability is not a condition—but a practice? something we collectively sustain?

 

 

they were up there once, happy, no idea that such traps even existed and suddenly ...

 

 

 

I have seen how, in the effort to move upward, we come to depend on each other’s backs.

And how refusing that role—refusing to be used or to use—can be read as failure:

“Non riesci a renderti utile?!”

What unsettles me most is this: even those who are being crushed do not always welcome that refusal.