Newsgroup: it.politica.internazionale
Titolo: In Memoriam

Il 23 Agosto 1919, furono impiccati gli anarchici Nicola Sacco e 
Bartolomeo Vanzetti.
In loro memoria, e di tutti quelli, fra il 1919 e oggi che caddero 
perche il loro paese aveva "paura del diverso e del contrario, di 
chi lotta per cambiare, paura delle idee di gente libera, che 
soffre sbaglia e spera".
G. Torrieri
Tucson, Arizona, USA
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Da "Two good arms", di Charlie King
  We will remember this good shoemaker.
        We will remember this poor fish peddler,
        We will remember all the strong arms and hands
        That never once found justice in the hands that rule this land.
"And all who know these two good men
    Know they'd never stoop to rob or kill,
    I will live by my own two arms, and live well...
       And all our lives we will struggle, 
       to rid the earth of all such crimes"
La ballata di Sacco e Vanzetti
    by Woody Guthrie...
    Old Judge Thayer, take your shackle off of me;
    Old Judge Thayer, take your shackle off of me.
    Turn your key and set me free,
    Old Judge Thayer, take your shackle off of me.
  The monkey unlocked the courthouse door,
  An' the elephant oiled the hardwood floor;
  In did jump the kangaroo,
  An' in did hop the rabbits, too.
  Next in come the two baboons,
  Next in rolled a dusty storm,
  Next in waddled the polar bear
  To keep the judge and jury warm.
  Ever'body knows the mockingbird
  Wrote down ever' word he heard;
  The lawyers all were foxy-sly,
  With a foxy nose an' a foxy eye.
  The 'possum used the big stiff broom,
  Then he polished the new spitoon;
  Up did smile the crocodile,
  Said, "Here comes the jury down the aisle."
  Old momma catfish asked the trout,
  "What's this trial here all about?"
  Little baby suckerfish upped and said,
  "The Judge has caught him a couple of Reds."
  Well, the rattlesnake asked the bumble bee,
  "Who's this Sacco an' Vanzetti?"
  "Are they the men," asked the momma quail,
  "That shot the clerks at the Slater Mill?"
  The mosquito sung out with his wings,
  Said, "I was there an' seen the whole durn thing;
  Saw the robbers fire their guns,
  But I didn't see these men, neither one."
  Well, the big-eyed owl looked around,
  "They said that Sacco's cap was found
  Down on Pearl Street, on the ground,
  Where the payroll guards both got shot down."
  "That cap don't fit on Sacco's head,"
  The big black crow flapped up and said,
  "They tried that cap on Sacco here,
  And it fell down around both his ears."
  Well, the camel asked the old giraffe,
  "Did these two fellas duck the draft,
  By runnin' down below the Mexican line?
  To keep from fightin' on the rich man's side?"
  The lumber duck did rattle his bill,
  "All the ducks and geese are flyin' still
  Down toward Mexico's warm sun
  To try to dodge the rich man's gun."
  Up did waddle a lucey goose,
  "I think these men ought to be turned loose.
  But old Judge Thayer, he swore to his friends
  These men'll get a chair or the noose."
  When the guilty verdict came,
  An' seven years in jail they'd laid,
  When these two men there did die,
  The animals met on the earth and sky.
  "See what fear and greed can do,
  See how it killed these sons so true.
  Us varmints has got to get together, too,
  Before Judge Thayer kills me and you."
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Red Wine, sempre di Woody Guthrie, 1946
Oh, pour me a drink of Italian red wine
And let me taste it and call back to mind
Once more in my thoughts and once more in my soul
This story is great if not greater than all.
The AP news on June 24th
Told about a patrolman named Earl J. Vow
Stepped on a Main Street trolleycar
And arrests Sacco and Vanzetti there.
The article tells how Earl J. Vow
Is now retiring as an officer of the law.
This cop goes down in my history
For arrestin' Sacco and Vanzetti that day.
It was 1920, the fifth of May
The cop and some buddies took these men away
Off of the car and out and down
And down to the jail in Brockton town.
"There's been a killing and a robbery
At the Slater-Morrill shoe factory.
You two gents are carryin' guns
And you dodged the draft when the war did come."
"Oh yes, 'tis so, 'tis so, 'tis so.
We made for the borders of Mexico.
The rich man's war we could not fight,
So we crossed the border to keep out of sight."
"You men are known as radicals' sons.
You must be killers, you both carry guns."
"I'm a nightwatchman.  My friend peddles fish,
And he carries his gun when he's got lots of cash."
Oh, pour me a glass of Germany's beer,
Russia's hot voadky, so strong and clear.
Pour me a glass of Palesteen's Hoc
Or just a moonshiner's bucket of chock.
Now, let me think and let me see
How these two men were found guilty:
How a hundred and sixty witnesses passed by
And the ones spoke for 'em was a hundred and five.
Out of the rest, about fifty just guessed
Out of the five that was put to the test
Only the story of one held true
And a hundred and fifty-nine got through.
And on this one, uncertain and afraid,
She saw the carload of robbers, she said.
One year later she remembered his face
After seeing this car for a second and a half.
She told of his hand and his gun and his ear.
She told of his shirt and the cut of his hair.
Remembered his eyes and his lips and his cheeks,
And Eva Splain's tale sent these men to the chair.
I was right there in Boston the night that they died.
I never did see such a sight in my life:
I thought the crowds would pull down the town
And I was hoping' they'd do it and change things around.
I hoped they'd pull Judge Thayer on down
From off of his bench, and they'd chase him around.
Hoped they'd run him around the stump
And stick him with devil tails about every jump.
Wash this tequila down with gin,
And a double straight shot of your black virgin rum.
My ale bubbled out and my champagne is flat.
I hear the man coming, I'm grabbin' my hat.
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Spiacente, ma gli anarchici e l'anarchia non solo non mi sono mai
piaciuti, ma proprio non riesco a capirli. Libertà? Ne siamo proprio
sicuri? Quale libertà? In tutti i tempi e paesi l'anarchia è solo e
sempre stata l'anticamera di una dittatura.

 ha scritto nel messaggio
Erano innocenti, mi unisco al tuo cordoglio.
Ad'I