This is an entirely Italian story, excluding its first actors, the Moroccan pushers from the numerous woods in the province of Varese: the insistent operations of the Busto Arsizio Prosecutor’s Office (with the latest, on Monday, eleven arrests), truly meritorious considering the resources and the means available, not to mention the identical if not worse scenario that afflicts the police, are not enough. The same investigators know that one gang takes over from another. Consequence, for years now, of the punctual turnover of drug dealers between the starting areas of Béni Mellal, a poor area in the center of Morocco which was also explored last year by the Courier going precisely to the origins of the trafficking, and the terminal part, i.e. this province that maybe he doesn’t understand, maybe he doesn’t care. On the other hand, as emerged in the recent summit in the Prefecture the day before yesterday, convened to discuss youth distress and in fact focused on children and drugs, emergency room and ambulance health workers have reported cases of overdose even in 12-year-olds. Do we need to add further elements?
The attention of the prefect, who insists on visiting the area to meet mayors and residents, is well known; the investigative quality equally, if it is true as it is true that The Busto Arsizio Prosecutor’s Office, headed by Carlo Nocerino, is today the first in Italy for its competence on the ramifications and strategies of drug dealing; but then there are Carabinieri stations and police stations that have to deal with a total geographical area inhabited by seven hundred thousand people, including the separate world of Malpensa with its millions of visitors. In short, it’s not like we can only keep up with Moroccan gangs. But even if it were possible, it is worth writing, to the political class in a broad and high sense (i.e. in terms of specific weight) these issues even seem to generate some annoyance: never mind that when talking about misfortunes and unfortunates, about teenagers, about mothers who enter into forests to buy doses, of drug addicts who have become physical, not just sexual, slaves, of pushers who no longer have money, well, let the product of a Lombardy get a little dirty to be sold to investors and tourists who, like its heart , Milan, on the other hand, must be clean, safe, efficient, not inhabited by zombies who risk dying of overdoses in the second year of middle school.. Which was what happened in the 1980s, dark periods of drug epidemics, to which perhaps we have returned. And in the meantime, as certified by that latest operation, conducted by the police, the gangs are increasing the solidity of their facilities: warehouses, cars, sentries, Kalashnikovs, shrewd lawyers ready to use, and twenty-year-old new pushers waiting there, in Beni Mellal, just call them and they show up along the buttery road between Gibraltar and Spain.
