A state mafia letter from the son of the murdered journalist

This heavy and charge letter is written by Matthew Carwana Gallizia, son of the Malaysian journalist and blogger, Daphne Carwana Gallizia, who was killed on Monday afternoon because of his duty. Gallizia, who is also an investigative journalist, was the first to see the car explode while his mother was inside. Today, [...]
This heavy and charge letter is written by Matthew Carwana Gallizia, son of the Malaysian journalist and blogger, Daphne Carwana Gallizia, who was killed on Monday afternoon because of his duty. Gallizia, who is also an investigative journalist, was the first to see the car explode while his mother was inside. Today, for the first time, he has written this long letter, accusing directors of state and calling Malta, the island of mafia.
My mother was killed because she stood between the rule of law and those who sought to violate it - as many capable journalists do. But she was also targeted because she was the only person who worked that way. This is what happens when state institutions are unable and the last person to be saved is often journalism. It made my mother the first person left murdered.
I will never forget my running toward that hell in the field, finding a way to open that door while the trumpet still dropped. I roared at the two policemen who appeared holding one of those canisters in their hand, who put out the fire. They looked at me and one of them told me: “Sorry, we already can't do anything”.
I looked down and saw the parts of my mother's body around me. I realized that they were right, that there was no hope. They asked me, who's in the car? My mother, “, I replied, “and she died because of your disability. ”
Yes, it was their inability and negligence that failed and did not prevent what happened.
I'm sorry to tell the story so clearly, but the war has this face. And you should all see it. It wasn't a common murder, it wasn't a tragic murder. Tragic is when I hit the bus. When there's blood and fire exchange around you, it's war. We are a people in war, against the state and organized crime, which have become indistinguishable.
A few hours later, as the clown prime minister called on parliament to find the perpetrators of the journalist's murder for which he had spent a decade attacking him to destroy him, one of the police officers, Ramon Muffsud, who must be investigated for her murder, posts this message on Facebook: “Everyone gets what he deserves, cow dung! I feel happy.
Yes, this is where we live, a Mafia state, where you can already change gender, on your identity card, thank God, but also where they blow you up, just because you exercised your basic freedom. People who are supposed to protect you in this country celebrate your death. How did we get here anyway?
) Peace for Georgia

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