Forty years ago, on September 23, 1985, Giancarlo Siani, a young collaborator of the editorial staff of in via Cosenza n. 13, in Castellammare di Stabia of the newspaper The morning of Naples, he was killed with ten pistol shots under the home in the Vomero district of Naples where he lived with his parents and brother. He had been 26 for four days. The only journalist killed by the Camorra was defined. But, as he says Pietro Perone, editor -in -chief of Morningin the book Giancarlo Siani- Enemy Earth (Edizioni San Paolo, With the preface of the director Marco Risi who told the story in the film Fortapàsc of 2009 and the post faction of Giancarlo’s nephew, Gianmario Siani.), And as emerges from the documentary Forty years without Giancarlo Siani On air tonight on Rai 3, written by Perone himself together with Filippo Denaro, director and screenwriter already winner of a silver ribbon and a golden globe and finalist at David di Donatello, who also signs the direction, Siani’s was a mafia crime, Because the Camorra family of the Nuvoletta, on which the young reporter was investigating with his articles, was affiliated to Cosa Nostra, who instead had repeatedly silenced journalists who had approached uncomfortable truths.
“I was hired at Morning In 1990 “, explains Perone,” on condition that I went to the editorial staff of Castellammare di Stabia, the one for which Siani worked, because nobody wanted to go, they were all afraid. For years there was no procedural truth, the most accredited thesis was that a “horns” crime had been. When, eight years after the murder, investigations were reopened thanks to the revelations of the repentant Salvatore Migliorino, I began to follow the procedural affair, together with other young colleagues and the tenants, the so -called “Pool Siani”. After the trial that condemned principals and executors, we decided in the editorial office that we no longer talk about it so as not to speculate on his death. Over the years, however, I realized that many altered the facts by breaking their memory. As, years later, I decided to reconstruct the whole story by revealing unpublished details And also highlighting how some of his colleagues of the time were accomplices of sidetracks. Furthermore, what the procedural truth has never ascertained is how that murder was the son of the bonds of organized crime with the political and entrepreneurial world “.
Giancarlo Siani’s journalist’s card who was recognized in Honorem, on the day of the 35th anniversary of the killing, by the order of journalists who delivered the card to his family, during a ceremony in Naples.
The documentary makes use of the Extraordinary participation of Toni Servillowho lends his voice to Giancarlo Siani reading some articles to the students of the Giovanni Battista Vico high school in Naples, the school attended by Siani.
Through testimonies of those who knew him and the pool who honored his memory, the archive materials and the precious graphic reconstructions to which the penalty giancarlo Caracuzzo lent the pencil, The documentary brings the story of a boy to the foreground who with lucidity and passion has been able to tell the penetration of organized crime in society And that for this it has been silenced. An intense and necessary story, to remember Giancarlo Siani not only as a victim of Camorra, but as a symbol of free journalism and civil commitment.
On the place where Giancarlo Siani, journalist of ‘Il Mattino’ was killed, a mural was dedicated to him and renovated on the occasion of the fortieth anniversary of his death at the hands of the Camorra’s assassins
Chronicle of an ambush
By concession of the publisher we publish an excerpt of the book Giancarlo Siani. Enemy land (Saint Paul), by Pietro Perone, in which the author reconstructs the murder and the reasons that brought organized crime to the emitter this death sentence
There are about ten minutes left to the twenty -two hours of September 23, 1985, it is still quite hot, the summer escape to which the Neapolitans are used to. Windows left open, the metal sounds of the televisions lit in the living room or in the kitchen come to the street: Raiuno broadcasts a film, as happens every Monday. That evening airs The wind and the lionamong the protagonists Sean Connery: furious gallops to kidnap a rich American woman in Tangier, freed by the marinas sent to Morocco by President Roosevelt. The frastuon of the battle is mixed with the buzz that arrives from Piazza Leonardo, in the Vomero district, a hundred meters away from via Romaniello, a road without exit where a crime is about to be consumed. Dozens of boys spend the evening talking to each other resting on parked cars. Two men, jeans and dark jackets await the “prey”. They have been there for about two hours, sure that sooner or later the designated goal will appear at the helm of a car that appears to be like a toy in their eyes. They were affected near the building in which a journalist, Giancarlo Siani, lives with his parents and brother. They know that it will park nearby, the first “hole” left free. They, “the lords of death”, are ready to press the trigger, regardless of the sketches of blood, the screams of terror of those who will witness the execution. Indifferent for a life that runs away. One blow, another, and then another. Another one.
“Fuja!”
Seven bullets penetrate the victim’s skull, others at the height of the neck. They hit the scapula, enter one arm. The two “guaglioni” both hold 7.65 caliber pistols, only differ the models. Death arrives almost immediately: “determined by very serious cranial-men-cerebral injuries, associated with lung wounds and internal bleeding”.
Four days before the body ends on a cot of the anatomy department of the second Polyclinic, Giancarlo celebrated his twenty -sixth birthday. Round glasses, smiling, the collars of the shirts that come out of the sweaters: his face ended up in the newspapers, on television, then was painted on the facades of the buildings, murals in memory of a secular martyrdom. There is a photo of hers with half face smeared with paint 1 report prof. Pietro Zangani, 24 September 1985. And the symbol of peace designed on a cheek, published thousands and thousands of times, in black and white and color, modified, then processed, cut, transformed by computers into a sketch or in the pieces of a puzzle. His car, of a little pleasant green green, for bodywork plastic panels and with the canvas roof, has been a symbol of those who fight against the mafias for decades, exhibited first in a museum and now in a nineteenth -century residence, Villa Bruno, in San Giorgio a Cremano. It is a Mehari, from the name of the race of dromedaries of the Mahra region capable of surviving without drinking up to eight days, the opposite of that young man who has not managed to resist a minute during his short life at the thirst of truth ….
Giancarlo was not only a correspondent, as was considered, by one of the many cursed cities of the Neapolitan province, Torre Annunziata, but the one who had first understood how much the criminal powers were an integral part of the articles of the state, as then dozens of investigations by the judiciary said clearly.
Siani was not a chronicler who collects documents at random, as happens at the beginning of the trade, cards on which he would perhaps never have written a row but was about to sign an investigation that would have distinguished him in an often “distracted” category, the “bang” that can be worth hiring, in the morning or elsewhere …
