“The Godfather” By Mario Puzo 274
balmy air, the fruity, intoxicating wine, the elegant and quiet comfort of the garden, and
tell a story from his own practical experience. The doctor was the legend, the Don the
reality.
In this antique garden, Michael Corleone learned about the roots from which his father
grew. That the word “Mafia” had originally meant place of refuge. Then it became the
name for the secret organization that sprang up to fight against the rulers who had
crushed the country and its people for centuries. Sicily was a land that had been more
cruelly raped than any other in history. The Inquisition had tortured rich and poor alike.
The landowning barons and the princes of the Catholic Church exercised absolute
power over the shepherds and farmers. The police were the instruments of their power
and so identified with them that to be called a policeman is the foulest insult one Sicilian
can hurl at another.
Faced with the savagery of this absolute power, the suffering people learned never to
betray their anger and their hatred for fear of being crushed. They learned never to
make themselves vulnerable by uttering any sort of threat since giving such a warning
insured a quick reprisal. They learned that society was their enemy and so when they
sought redress for their wrongs they went to the rebel underground, the Mafia. And the
Mafia cemented its power by originating the law of silence, the omerta. In the
countryside of Sicily a stranger asking directions to the nearest town will not even
receive the courtesy of an answer. And the greatest crime any member of the Mafia
could commit would be to tell the police the name of the man who had just shot him or
done him any kind of injury. Omerta became the religion of the people. A woman whose
husband has been murdered would not tell the police the name of her husband’s
murderer, not even of her child’s murderer,, her daughter’s raper.
Justice had never been forthcoming from the authorities and so the people had always
gone to the Robin Hood Mafia. And to some extent the Mafia still fulfilled this role.
People turned to their local capo-mafioso for help in every emergency. He was their
social worker, their district captain ready with a basket of food and a job, their protector.
But what Dr. Taza did not add, what Michael learned on his own in the months that
followed, was that the Mafia in Sicily had become the illegal arm of the rich and even the
auxiliary police of the legal and political structure. It had become a degenerate capitalist
structure, anti-communist, anti-liberal, placing its own taxes on every form of business
endeavor no matter how small.