Can the concrete walls around our comfort-zone thoughts crumble when we see the tragedy of the earthquake in Italy? The motion picture, literary, and television images that follow every Italian from cradle to grave says they are all gangsters. Come on, admit it, that's the commercial tag placed on a people, who gave us love at dinner. When you see all those suffering souls and their neighborhoods, really, do you see anything that resembles the prejudiced image sold to you?