The death of Pope Francis has affected all of us, by surprise, despite his precarious health conditions because we would never want to happen and we feel orphans of a guide who preached peace and brotherhood, more fragile and smaller in front of his greatness, even in death. Curiously, we have witnessed non -edifying scenes, even scandalous changes of jacket: suddenly all the greats proclaimed his friends, they have fished out scenes and anecdotes, have dusted off photographs, meetings, some exchanges of words. Therefore the enemies, that is, those who have struck him ignoble, those who acted in an opposite way to his messages and actions, who have always snubbed his encyclicals, have camouflaged themselves. They became friends for at least a week, to be presentable on the international scene.
He resonated strong and tragic, in the pain and in the sacred moment of the funeral of Pope Francis, the word hypocrisy, in hypocritical Greek means actor, only later, by extension, becomes a impostor, the one who pretends. In our society that enhances personal virtue as a fundamental element of its dignity, the hypocritical attitude is seen with aversion, it is the opposite, it is the fiction of the good. And then I saw those who enhanced the good Pope who spent themselves for the last, and then exhibited as trophies images of men in the chains, denuded treated as beasts, those who praised the pope who visited the prisoners, who called brothers, and then defined them with contempt with the rot of the company, those who appreciated his visit to Lampedusa, to express closeness to migrants and defined
The Mediterranean a great cemetery, then hindered the rescue at sea in every way. Here is the hypocrisy, this figure that I imagine dressed in white, was the first actress. If Alexandre Dumas said that falsehood is a mask, and however well the mask is done, it always comes, with a little attention, to distinguish it from the face, Homer was more severe: “For me hateful, like the doors of the Hades, is the man who hides one thing in his breast and says another”. But to seal the concept in a nutshell was Pasolini, by blasphemy: “You are so hypocritical/that as hypocrisy will have killed you/you will be in hell/and you will believe you in paradise”.
