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ah yes, mafia AUs, because there’s nothing better than seeing your favourite characters blowing up judges, kidnapping children and melting them in acid and tragically suffocating the economy of a country

#torture mention#ok i don’t think the melting children thing was a common practice#any real mafia avoided the fuck out of killing innocent people#it was mostly threats snd if they had beef with someone outside the mafia they didn’t fuck with their family#just the people they had said beef with#the most people who got killed by the mafia were people within the mafia who fucked up#i e killed an innocent person without the boss’s permission#or killed a made man#or people who chose to fuck with them#like some other mafia’s members if a war broke out#which was not too common#because that attracted attention#but maybe OP meant some kind of mafia that’s not Italian?

Uh.

I would also recommend picking up anything ranging from the news to Roberto Saviano’s Gomorrah if you instinctively use a past tense to talk about mafia…

No, the OP meant some kind of mafia that’s not fictional and grossly glorified, that’s all.

Most of the tags on this post are disgusting.

This is why we talk about mafia because there are STILL these ideas around. And Mafia feeds on it and grows and thrives thanks to this mindset. Mafia is nothing like what you see in the movies for christ sake. 

And what we get told when we do talk about it? “get over it”. Oh fuck you. 

#people outside of Italy are so incredibly ignorant about mafia and so incredibly protective of their romanticised view of mafia#it’s a fucking plague #a cancer#and as hard as we try it’s so deeply radicated in our politics and in the system#it’s actually fucking terrifying #it’s not romantic or stylish#it’s a festering cancer that constantly threatens to take over#constantly killing people because they refused to be subjugated or were in the wrong place at the wrong time [x]

Last summer I had one of the most intense conversations of my life, with a man whose son had been killed by the mafia. He was eleven years old, playing football with his dad and some friends from school at a local park, when he found himself in the middle of an execution. The designated victim was a local petty criminal, not even out of his teens, who’d stolen a shipment of weed worth around three hundred euros. He was killed on the spot, but this child and some of his friends were gunned down, too. He died in the hospital three months later.

His name was Dodo. He was chubby and good at school. He was an altar boy. He was in fifth grade and would’ve graduated high school last summer. His father was there when it happened. He was his parents’ only child. He was eleven. Let’s stop pretending these people are anything but the vilest of criminals.

I would appreciate it if people could share this.