"We are the true Rebels.
We, those labeled as Nazi-Fascists, are the ones truly rebelling. We rebel against the idea that there’s nothing left to do in the face of overwhelming enemies armed to the teeth and overflowing with supplies.
How can anyone believe—asks the man on the street—that Germans, Japanese, and Fascists could stand a chance against an America untouched in its war production, blessed with endless raw materials?
Or against a Britain raising vast, well-equipped armies from its immense colonies?
Or a Russia, immense and bristling with men and weapons?
Three great powers, armed to the hilt, masters of three-quarters of the world, and even seen by some as agents of ‘liberation’?
Still, we rebel—against fate’s harsh blows, against misfortune, against the disbelief of those who doubt our conviction and our faith.
We rebel against the looming threat of severe punishment, which we know may come at any moment.
We rebel even against the coldness and silence of cowards who, in these darkest hours, are too afraid to so much as nod or smile at us—lest it count against them when the Anglo-Americans arrive.
We are the true Rebels.
It’s easy to claim that title when you think friendly armies are just days away, when victory feels inevitable, when you believe you’re on the side of the strongest—of the supposedly invincible.
It’s easy to call yourself a rebel when you’re surrounded by the praise of the timid, eager to endear themselves to the ‘winning horse’; when you’re encouraged and financed by plutocrats who are just hedging their bets.
When following the crowd suddenly feels heroic—profitable, even.
But we are the ones who rebel when it costs everything.
We are the true Rebels."
– Giuseppe Solaro 🇮🇹 | I Ribelli Siamo Noi
Turin, April 29, 1945.
Giuseppe Solaro, federal secretary of the Republican Fascist Party, gazes at the crowd gathered to watch him die, calm and with the pride of his dignity as a true rebel.
