Fake News in Italy: Part I

Recent examples from Italy:

  • Pictures on websites that falsely captioned a government minister’s appearance at a funeral of Salvatore ‘Totò’ Riina, the notorious Mafia boss, who died recently. The websites support the Five Star Movement, a web-savvy anti-establishment party.
  • A video of former prime minister Matteo Renzi at an old news conference with President Putin of Russia: A false translation of Mr. Putin’s Russian made it seem as if he were blaming the Italian government for the national soccer team’s failure to qualify for the World Cup.
  • A senator from the Northern League, a right-leaning party, posted on Facebook—which was subsequently shared 18,000 times–a picture of a man identified as a government official’s brother whose “no show” job, paid 47,000 euros ($55,000) a month. The man in the image was not the brother, and the allegations were untrue.

False information and false captions are becoming child’s play in the digital world; fake news is evolving faster than methods to combat it.  Fact checking is no longer enough to counteract the many strategies out there.  Fake news is easy to create and very difficult to combat.

Even in the murky world of internet subterfuge, content is sometimes easier to understand than where the content comes from.  Recently, an investigation by BuzzFeed, an American internet media company, unveiled a galaxy of websites and Facebook pages from the one family-run business, Web365, out of Rome, with only 6 employees and a handful of “journalists.”   On Facebook—Direttanews.it and iNews24.it—have more followers than the mainstream media.  The content from the entire network?  Articles against immigrants, nationalistic rants, and even religious hoaxes with sensationalistic headlines like “10 minutes and the tumor disappears.”

The strategies are varied and growing.  Some sites subtly mix real news with plausible, but erroneous, information.  Many use headlines that grab attention.  Much of the disinformation is politically motivated.  Some of it is motivated by “click baiting,” the technique of constructing sensationalist headlines to catch the clicks of users and the profits that ensue.  Some sites are motivated by both.  When Facebook shut down the pages for Direttanews and iNews24, a member of the family that runs the empire, said the content was “merely intended to attract clicks in a country fed up with the Democratic Party’s government.”

As elections approach in Italy, Mr. Renzi is obviously very concerned about these fake news sites.  An analysis of Google codes has revealed an apparent connection between seemingly unrelated sites promoting anti-establishment political movements critical of Mr. Renzi and the current government.  The official web page of a movement promoting Matteo Salvini, leader of the far-right Lega party, shares unique codes with a page supporting the Five Star Movement.  These parties are not allied; they are even considered rivals.  But they share an interest in advancing the pro-Russia, anti-establishment and anti-immigrant agenda that has made the Five Star Movement the most popular party in Italy.  Any connection has not been verified.

But what is true is that sites that have been shut down learn to adapt and reappear.  No more invented sensationalistic news, but real news, copied in whole from national daily newspapers.  But with a twist.  For example, “Pensions, the Cgil [a trade union] again rejects the last proposal of the government” reproduced completely from La Repubblica, to which is added a little introductory paragraph: “Camusso [from the trade union] f…s gentiloni on pensions,” with lewd language and the name of the Premier written in small letters.

The campaigns on all fronts continue….

 

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La mia caffettiera nuova

Dopo più di 15 anni di fedele servizio, la mia macchina del caffè si è rotta.  Prodotta in Svizzera, la Jura ha preparato, tazza dopo tazza, caffè caldo sia ristretto che lungo con un click.  Ha sempre risposto alla mia richiesta di caffeina.  Tutto quello che dovevo fare era riempirla di chicchi di caffè ed acqua.  Anche i miei amici italiani hanno detto che faceva un buon caffè…o almeno decente.

Dopo un breve periodo di lutto, mi sono dovuta decidere a trovare un sostituto.  “Naturalmente una caffettiera italiana,” hanno detto i miei amici senza esitazione.  “E Gaggia è il miglior marchio.”  Con un click, ho ordinato una Gaggia di lusso.  Da Milano a casa mia, via Amazon Prime, lei era in viaggio!

Quella notte mi sono svegliata in un bagno di sudore.  Ho fatto la cosa giusta?  Svizzera o italiana?  Sono stata troppo impulsiva?  Sto sfidando la fortuna ordinando un’altra macchina italiana?  Dopo tutto, ho già una Fiat (e un forno a legna costruito da un italiano).  Volevo veramente un’altra macchina del caffè che funzionasse come un orologio svizzero.

Ma non appena è arrivata, tutti i dubbi sono svaniti nel nulla.  Mi sono innamorata del suo splendido design elegante, tipicamente italiano.  E tutto sembrava così semplice—pulsanti per espresso, caffè, caffè lungo, cappuccino, latte macchiato, e latte.  Questa macchina (“la prima donna”) può fare tutto.

E, infatti, lei ha fatto tutto…per una settimana.  Poi un giorno niente.  Non si è nemmeno accesa.  Ho offeso gli dei del caffè quando ho richiesto un cappuccino nel pomeriggio?  Ho chiamato il mio amico italiano Giuseppe che ha costruito il forno a legna; è un ingegnere e un esperto di caffè.   Lui sussurra alle macchine.  E La Signora gli ha risposto immediatamente.  Immagino che a lei piacciano gli uomini italiani.   (Capisco…)  Era come se avesse scoperto che ero un pseudo italiana e che non volesse prendere ordini da me, specialmente quando chiedevo un caffè lungo così spesso.

Ma chi prende ordini da chi?  Sembra che dopo ogni altra tazza, ricevo un comando in italiano (senza “mi scusi,” senza “per favore”): riempire il serbatoio d’acqua, svuotare vasca raccogligocce e contenitore fondi, chiudere sportello chicchi, disincrostare la macchina, posizionare la caraffa del latte nell’alloggiamento, ecc.

Suppongo che ormai abbiamo raggiunto un accordo.  Lei è il cervello della famiglia ed io sono lo schiavo.  Non sono più lo schiavo del caffè; sono ora uno schiavo di La Signora.  Ma la donna fa un buon caffè…specialmente se uso solo i chicchi di caffè italiano.

 

 

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My New (Italian) Coffee Maker

After more than 15 years of faithful service, my coffee machine gave up the ghost.  Made in Switzerland, the Jura Impressa C5, which had been a present from my sister, produced cup after cup of hot coffee, both tall and short, at the push of a button.  It had always responded well to my request for caffeine.  All I had to do was provide the beans and the water.  Even my Italian friends said that it made good coffee…well, decent coffee, according to them.

After a brief mourning period, I was faced with the decision of a substitute.  “Of course, an Italian coffee machine,” said friends without hesitation.  “And Gaggia is the best brand.”  At the push of another button, I ordered a Gaggia with all the bells and whistles.  From Milan to my house, via Amazon Prime, she was on her way!

That night I woke up in a sweat.  Did I do the right thing?  Swiss or Italian?  Was I too impulsive?  Was I testing my luck ordering another Italian machine?  After all, I already owned a Fiat and a pizza oven made by an Italian.  I really wanted a coffee machine that worked like a Swiss clock.

But when she arrived, all my doubts flew out the window.  I fell in love with her elegant design, one that only the Italians can do.  And everything seemed so simple—buttons for espresso, short coffee, tall coffee, cappuccino, latte, and “clean.”  This lady could do everything.

And, in fact, she did do everything…for about a week.  Then one day, nothing.  She wouldn’t even turn on.  Had I offended the coffee gods when I requested a cappuccino in the afternoon?  I called my Italian friend Giuseppe who made the pizza oven; he is an engineer and a coffee expert.  He is a machine whisperer.  And this lady responded immediately to him.  I’m sure she likes Italian men (I understand). It was as if she discovered that I was a pseudo Italian and that she didn’t have to take orders from me, especially if I requested caffè lungo (essentially American coffee) so often.

But who take orders from whom?  It seems that after every other cup, I receive a command in Italian (without an “excuse me,” without a “please,” without a “thank you”): Fill the water tank, empty the grains container below, close the coffee bean door, descale the machine, place the milk carafe in the housing, etc.

By now we have reached an understanding.  She is the brains of the outfit and I am the slave.  I am no longer a slave to coffee; I am a slave to La Signora.  But I must admit, the lady makes great coffee…especially if I give her only Italian coffee beans to work with.

 

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