R.I.P. Carlo Giuliani

Thank you, Bay Guardian: http://sfbg.com/nessie/47.html

Thank you, Nessie, in particular, for this account:

As the pictures clearly show, Carlo never threw the fire extinguisher. The carabinieri threw the fire extinguisher out the window of their vehicle. Then one of the carabinieri pointed his gun at the guy in the hooded sweatshirt and black motorcycle helmet. Then, and only then did Carlo pick up the fire extinguisher. Then the guy in the sweatshirt and the helmet began to run. The carabiniere's gun can be clearly seen pointed at where he had just been. Note how he holds it: not like a trained gunman but sideways, like a Hollywood gangster. It was aimed not at the guy with the bat in the foreground but at the photographer. Carlo, the hero, interposed his body between the gun and this journalist, whom it would otherwise have hit and probably killed. He drew the carabiniere's fire away from the photographer and onto himself. It was the last thing he ever did. It was doubtful that he had planned to die that day. His was apparently an act of immense but spontaneous courage. The carabinieri, on the other hand, had definitely planned to kill. Why else would they have brought 200 body bags?


The referenced series of photos is here:
http://www.nauseamanifesto.com/genoa/index.html


Another view of Genoa:
http://www.chrisx.de/features/genoa.shtml


Some say he died like a dog.


Sometimes, Debra, you just floor me.

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