…there were bloody footprints where mercy should have stood, and two dead left to die on snow-filled streets, Alex Pretti and Renee Good

Alt i alt har det vært foruroligende få kritiske røster i amerikansk kulturliv overfor Donald Trump etter at han ble president for andre gang, men i kjølvannet av de siste ukenes drap på to amerikanske statsborgere hvis forbrytelse var å benytte seg av sin konstitusjonelt nedfelte ytringsfrihet, ser det endelig ut til å skje noe.

Særlig har jeg undret meg over hvor det har blitt av protestsangene, men nå har selveste Bruce Springsteen – som også tidligere har gått til verbalt frontalangrep på Donald Trump og MAGA-bevegelsen – laget en ny låt der han virkelig tar bladet fra munnen, «Streets Of Minneapolis». For en time siden skrev han dette på Instagram:

«I wrote this song on Saturday, recorded it yesterday and released it to you today in response to the state terror being visited on the city of Minneapolis. It’s dedicated to the people of Minneapolis, our innocent immigrant neighbors and in memory of Alex Pretti and Renee Good.»

«Streets Of Minneapolis» sparer ikke på kruttet. Det er en sang der Springsteen ikke gjør noe som helst forsøk på å uttrykke seg forsiktig. Her er teksten i sin helhet, lenke til sangen finner du nedenfor:

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
By 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 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

Når vi er i gang kan vi minne om Springsteens tirade mot Trump under åpningen av Europa-turneen i Manchester i fjor. Den kan du høre her: