Thirteen years ago today, Italian Anarchist Carlo Giuliani was murdered by carabinieri during the protests against the G8 summit in Genoa, Italy. Each successive mobilization of the Anti-Globalization years (1999-2002) became increasingly more militant, and attracted hundreds of thousands of protesters. State repression followed along these lines, and during the 2001 Genoa protest (which is often considered to be the apex of the Anti-Globe summit protests), the brutality and repression of the state also reached its height.
Carlo Giuliani was part of the black bloc, and came across a Land Rover with carabinieri, which was isolated from other state forces. (Carabinieri are the national military police of Italy, and they boast an illustrious history of violently suppressing dissent since Mussolini was in power.) The carabinieri and other security forces were brutal during the protests — they beat and gassed peaceful protesters as they were unable to catch the swift-moving bloc, one of the reasons this tactic is often employed by anarchists. Arrested protesters reported being beaten and tortured until they agreed to shout “Vive Il Duce!” When Carlo and others happened upon the Land Rover, rocks and a fire extinguisher were brandished. A carabiniere responded with a bullet to Carlo’s brain. Another then ran him over, as he lay bleeding, with their SUV. The carabinieri were never brought to trial and the charges against them were dismissed.
Carlo’s murder was not the end of state brutality during Genoa. One day later, on July 21st, carabinieri raided the Diaz School, where many protesters were sleeping, ostensibly looking “for the black bloc.” The witness testimony is horrendous:
But nothing could save our friends across the street, at the school where people were sleeping and where another section of the Independent Media were located. The police entered: the media and the politicians were kept out. And they beat people. They beat people who had been sleeping, who held up their hands in a gesture of innocence and cried out, “Pacifisti! Pacifisti!” They beat the men and the women. They broke bones, smashed teeth, shattered skulls. They left blood on the walls, on the windows, a pool of it in every spot where people had been sleeping. When they had finished their work, they brought in the ambulances. All night long we watched from across the street as the stretchers were carried out, as people were taken to the jail ward of the hospital, or simply to jail. And in the jail, many of them were tortured again, in rooms with pictures of Mussolini on the wall.
Today we remember Giuliani and all the others who have fallen in the struggle against fascism and oppression. Carlo Vive!