The populist rhetoric that feed on the discontent and widespread fear of enemies identify and cultivate the seeds of intolerance and the xenophobia they come out of the drawer of old ideals by exploiting a territorial concept that has taken an ever larger place in political discourse and discussions of counter: the identity. Construction historical and cultural identity, as taught by anthropologists, is fluid, multiple, and pop open. Each of us can own several to infinity: one, one hundred miles and no quote for Pirandello. But identity is primarily relational: the definition of We always passes through the negation of the Other. When she falls into the hands of political ambitions, identities become rigid form of regionalism, religious fanaticism, political or territorial. And when the other is marginal or precarious, the immediate consequences of exclusion and violence. Through an ironic manipulation of identity, I'm Winnie the Pooh will stimulate reflection on the stigmatization of the Other depicting the fears and contradictions associated with it. Rome, the city where the project was born, is a breeding ground for micro identitarisme that does not fail to refer to a romanitude or the Roman Empire, the city is witnessing a wave of intolerance and outright violence against part of the population who embodies fear and otherness denied. Marginal figures, illegal workers, undocumented or invisible ... People assemble black; on their complex and varied identities, we stick a label that simplifies and denigrating the other. In their clothes, we have superheroes, icons, celebrities known across the globalized world. To remember that a person is never what we see, but always something more complex, each identity is partial, we are all one, and no one hundred miles.
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