Cry Freedom Page #2

They think they do.

- So this is it?

- Yes, this is it.

A clinic for black people,

staffed by black people,

run by a black doctor.

Was this her idea or yours?

Come on,

let me show you around.

It was a collective idea,

but we were lucky to have her.

And a white liberal doctor doing the same

thing wouldn't serve your purpose?

When I was a student, trying to qualify

for the jobs you people will let us have,...

...I suddenly realised it wasn't

just good jobs that were white.

The only history we read was made by

the white man, written by the white man.

Televisions, cars, medicines,

all invented by the white man.

Even football.

Now, in a world like that,

it's not hard to believe there's something

inferior about being born black.

We grow most of our own food here,

for the patients and some of the staff.

- And the church?

- Oh, that was here long before us.

But I began to think

this idea of inferiority

was an even bigger problem for us than

what the Afrikaners were doing to us.

That the black man had to believe he

had as much capacity to be a doctor,

a leader, as a white man.

So we tried to set this place up.

My own mistake was to put some

of those ideas down on paper.

And the government banned you.

And the fighting liberal editor

started attacking me.

I attacked you

for being racist.

- How old are you, Mr. Woods?

- 41, if that makes any difference.

Ah.

A white South African,

41 years old, a newspaper man.

Have you ever spent any

time in a black township?

- I've been to many...

- No, don't be embarrassed.

Except for the police, I don't think

one white South African in 10,000 has.

You see,

we know how you live.

We cut your lawns, we cook

your food, clean your rubbish.

How would you like

to see how we live?

The 90% of your countrymen who have to

get off your streets at 6 o'clock at night?

- Jane!

- Yes, Mum?

- Put the strawberries in the fridge.

- Ok, then I'll come down.

All right, dear.

What time did you get back?

I'd given up on you.

Half an hour ago.

I've already had a swim.

Mummy, Mummy,

look what Alice gave me!

Oh, isn't that nice?

And what did you give her?

- Nothing.

- You terrible girl.

- Well?

- You were right.

What was he like?

- They've built a damn clinic up there.

- Dillon!

She's the doctor. You should see it.

People come from miles.

How did they raise the money?

Some local money from the community,

a lot of church money from overseas,

and even the

mining companies.

South African

mining companies?

Yes. Apparently, someone important heard

him make a speech that impressed him.

- Thanks, Evalina.

- He is impressive.

Master?

He hasn't talked you

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