Mercoledì 11 febbraio 2026 alle 18
Gradini del Palazzo Ducale, Genova

La gente di Minneapolis ha inventato molti modi per reagire alle retate dell’ICE, la brutale milizia di Trump: manifestazioni, fischietti, foto, aiuto ai migranti braccati.

Bruce Springsteen ha scritto a tempo record STREETS OF MINNEAPOLIS, una ballata che non le manda a dire a “The King” e solidarizza con le sue vittime.

E noi? I quattro cori diretti da Gianni Martini scendono in piazza ancora una volta con i pacifisti e le pacifiste dell’Ora in silenzio per la pace. Quindi la 1237° ora sarà tutt’altro che silenziosa. Invitiamo tutte le persone che vogliono esprimere il proprio sdegno per la repressione, ricordare Alex Pretti e Renee Good e solidarizzare con tutte le vittime a cantare in coro STREETS OF MINNEAPOLIS.

Dirige Gianni Martini, suonano i musicisti della scuola Musicline, cantano i quattro cori…. e si unisce chiunque lo desideri. Musicista o non musicista, stonata o intonata…

Testo di Streets of Minneapolis

Through the winter’s ice and cold
Down Nicollet Avenue
A city aflame fought fire and ice
‘Neath an occupier’s boots
King Trump’s private army from the DHS
Guns belted to their coats
Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law
Or so their story goes

Against smoke and rubber bullets
In the dawn’s early light
Citizens stood for justice
Their voices ringing through the night
And there were bloody footprints
Where mercy should have stood
And two dead, left to die on snow-filled streets
Alex Pretti and Renee Good

Oh, our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
Here in our home, they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

Trump’s federal thugs beat up on
His face and his chest
Then we heard the gunshots
And Alex Pretti lay in the snow dead
Their claim was self-defense, sir
Just don’t believe your eyes
It’s our blood and bones
And these whistles and phones
Against Miller and Noem’s dirty lies

Oh, our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Crying through the bloody mist
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

Now they say they’re here to uphold the law
But they trample on our rights
If your skin is black or brown, my friend
You can be questioned or deported on sight
In our chants of “ICE out now”
Our city’s heart and soul persists
Through broken glass and bloody tears
On the streets of Minneapolis

Oh, our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
Here in our home, they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

ICE out
ICE out
ICE out
ICE out
ICE out
ICE out