Via D'Amelio bombing

"Falcone and Borsellino? There is the hand of Gladio and the CIA behind that."

"I sempre più stanchi e retorici rituali delle commemorazioni ufficiali che si susseguono di anno in anno, anziché aiutare a fare memoria, alimentano l'effetto-melassa. Puntando tutto sull'agiografia dell'eroico giudice antimafia e nulla su quei particolari dei suoi ultimi giorni di vita che, presi uno per uno, non dicono nulla. Ma che composti nel mosaico cronologico aiutano a capire molto, se non tutto. E cioè la natura politico-terroristica della strage di via D'Amelio, con le peculiarità che la distinguono da quella di Capaci a dispetto della ravvicinata consecutio temporum, e la proiettano piuttosto su quello che accadrà molti mesi dopo: le bombe della primavera-estate del 1993 a Milano, Firenze e Roma e poi la «pax mafiosa» iniziata con il mancato (anzi, revocato) attentato allo stadio Olimpico della capitale, coincisa con la discesa in campo politico di Silvio Berlusconi e Marcello Dell'Utri, e proseguita fino ad oggi"

"I apologize to the victims’ families and to those who have been wronged. I have tried so many times to tell the truth. I have said that the ones who forced me to lie were La Barbera, Bo, Giampiero Valenti, and Mimmo Militello, and I am sorry because every time I am judged as the perpetrator. [...] I have always said that I know nothing about the massacre and that I was coerced into making those statements. Until my last breath, I will try to defend myself to dispel any doubt about the monstrosity they have pinned on me. [...] They have destroyed my life; I haven’t lived for 22 years, I am locked up in isolation, and I pray to God that the truth will come out. I was beaten in front of my children, and my wife even had a gun pointed at her."

"I didn’t even know where Via D’Amelio was. I spoke only out of fear: they tortured me, beat me, starved me. [...] To keep me from eating, they’d put flies in my pasta. Once in Pianosa I heard two guards talking... a guy with a mustache, a Sicilian sergeant, was saying to the other: “Piscia, piscia.” Once that sergeant even raised his hands against me. Another time, after I went to the dentist, they made me believe I had AIDS, when it was just a simple case of hepatitis."