In search of a “high-level profile” to culture for the Municipality of Rome, the unknown and by chance minister, Roberto Gualtieri, an obscure official of the Disperse Party, falls into the clichés of the saddest capitalism, exhuming, in a vulgar way, the conception of cultural heritage as “our oil”, supported in distant years by the Craxian socialist who inspired Gualtieri, Gianni De Michelis, who also elaborated the unscrupulous (and fortunate) similarity of “cultural deposits”. Imitating him, perhaps unwittingly, for misery of concepts,
Gualtieri affirms that “the councilor for culture is like the oil minister of Saudi Arabia”. Here: the country that awaits him. Nothing is more foreign to the infinite variety of the beauty of paintings, with all colors, and of sculptures, white and candid like light, than the dense, black and dirty matter of oil, which is its negation. Gualtieri’s fetid and smelly juxtaposition is the furthest away from the symbolic and spiritual value of works of art. It has only a patrimonial significance, for those who intend to reduce them to “things to be exploited”.
The passage, in 1972, with the institution of the ministry, from “fine arts” to “cultural heritage” indicates this consumerist and capitalist drift. Goods. Profit. It was I, as Gualtieri ignores, as undersecretary, to restore dignity to the artistic heritage by restoring the directions to archeology, fine arts and landscape, as it was in the original denominations, then respectively diverted into archaeological heritage, artistic heritage, environment and territory, and finally in the horrid “ecological transition”.
Gualtieri goes further, in his wicked and desperate hypercapitalism, and arrives at the “energy transition”, unaware and ignorant of any true beauty, even remote, from Antoniazzo Romano to Antonio Cavallucci, of whom he knows nothing, in the city he claims to administer. It continues with similes and metaphors drawn from distant and foreign worlds.
His ignorance is embarrassing. Everything is industry and exploitation. Everything is consumption. «The more culture is favored – said Gualtieri – the more private cultural consumption grows. Unfair competition is also fought thanks to a thriving cultural industry. Rome must become the Silicon Valley of culture ». The foolish formula “private cultural consumption” is already unattainable. But Gualtieri’s meanness is expressed in insult and in the true threat: “Rome must become the Silicon Valley of culture.” Not just an empty slogan, but a sassy and offensive one. Rome has mosaics, marbles, frescoes, ceramics, glass, fabrics, stones, porphyry, serpentine, the inventions of the Cosmati, of Bernini, of Borromini.
Gualtieri is capable of contrasting silicon for microprocessors and microcomputers, through the technological incubator created by Stanford University.
The word Silicon refers to the innovators of silicon chips and the initial concentration, in that area of California, not of artists (noble word) but of “manufacturers” of semiconductors and microchips, who favored the establishment of computer companies, and software manufacturers and network service providers.
This is Gualtieri’s thinking: services, not freedom of invention. Industry, money, capitalism in that Valley, in Santa Clara County. Other than beauty! California, not Italy. Oil: Saudi Arabia, not Italy. Riad, not Rome.
Gualtieri’s references are not Giotto, Michelangelo, Caravaggio, but Bill Gates, Jeff Bezos and other money makers. His political model is Salman. He does not want the “static museum”, where he has never been, but the dynamic daze of computers. He does not like the book, which he pretends to regret, but the videogame in which he becomes disoriented to write banalities such as: “high level profile”. Certainly not hers.
Mediocre unknown, of which he does not remember a thought and who is a candidate in Rome, after having studied in San Marino. Enrolled, as a child, in the Fgci, Communist Youth Federation, in 1985 he took the PCI card and, later, he fought for years in the Democrats of the Left, with all the variants: he was part of the secretariat of Rome and then of the council national, before contributing to drafting the Manifesto for the Democratic Party, now lost and orphan of Renzi (who supports Calenda and not Gualtieri), and joining the leadership of the Party in 2008, contributing to its decline. A free, independent man.
In his short academic career, he managed to reach the role of associate professor. On the other hand, he committed his time, instead of studying and attending museums, to preside over 157 trilogues (the inter-institutional negotiations between the Commission, Parliament and the Council to define EU standards), the best way to waste time, instead of traveling. in Italy and see the monuments and works of art he ignores, and which for him are like oil.
An endless melancholy. A certain threat for Rome which, after «Mafia Capitale», could, with him, aspire to the ambitious title of «Silicon Valley of culture».
The Romans, not Siliconians, will stop him.