Some things are worth dying for.
Down here, things are different; here, they believe that some things are worth killing for.
Some things are worth dying for.
Down here, things are different; here, they believe that some things are worth killing for.
Where does it come from, all this hatred?
You know, when I was a little boy, there was an old Negro farmer lived down the road from us, name of Monroe. And he was, uh, - well, I guess he was just a little luckier than my Daddy was. He bought himself a mule. That was a big deal around that town. Now, my Daddy hated that mule, 'cause his friends were always kiddin' him about oh, they saw Monroe out plowin' with his new mule, and Monroe was gonna rent another field now they had a mule. And one morning that mule just showed up dead. They poisoned the water. And after that there was never any mention about that mule around my Daddy. It just never came up. So one time, we were drivin' down the road and we passed Monroe's place and we saw it was empty. He'd just packed up and left, I guess. Gone up North, or somethin'. I looked over at my Daddy's face - and I knew he'd done it. And he saw that I knew. He was ashamed. I guess he was ashamed. He looked at me and he said: 'If you ain't better than a ****, son, who are you better than?'
And you think that's an excuse?
No, it's not an excuse, it's just a story about my daddy.
Where's that leave you?
With an old man who was just so full of hate that he didn't know that bein' poor was what was killin' him.
You know, if I were a Negro, I'd probably think the same way they do.
If you were a Negro, nobody would give a damn what you thought.
Just don't lose sight of whose rights are being violated!
Don't put me on your perch, Mr. Ward.
Don't drag me into your gutter, Mr. Anderson!
These people are crawling out of the SEWER, MR. WARD! Maybe the gutter's where we outta be!
You got no right to be here. This is a political meeting.
Doesn't smell that way to me, Deputy.
It's a damn political meeting, Hoover Boy.
Oh, it looks like a political meeting, but smells more like Klan to me... with or without the Halloween costumes.
The whole thing, huh? Bullet by bullet. I don't suppose you're interested in words like coercion, or hearsay, or duress. This is no good in court.
We're not in court, Mr. Ward. That's a state charge. These hayseeds will never prosecute.
I know that!
Well, we gotta get 'em in federal court! Violation of civil rights.
Just don't lose sight of whose rights you're violating!
Don't put me on your perch, Mr. Ward.
Don't drag me into your gutter, Mr. Anderson!
These people crawled out of the SEWER, MR. WARD! Maybe the gutter's where we should be!
I don't understand why he did it. He wasn't in on it. He wasn't even Klan.
Mr. Bird, he was guilty. Anyone's guilty who lets these things happens and pretends like it isn't. No, he was guilty all right. Just as guilty as the fanatics who pulled the trigger. Maybe we all are.
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