Panther Page #5

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TYRONE:

Damn straight. And old Reverend

Slocum's having a vigil on that

corner, trying to get a stoplight

put in.

JUDGE:

(to Cy)

My Mom's at that.

ROSE:

Funny you don't look like church

folk to me.

TYRONE:

Oh I ain't. But it seems The Man's

getting uptight about black folk

standing in the street, causing a

fuss. What I'm asking for, is some

of your able black asses to come

down and be "Observers" on the cops.

Take down badge numbers. They don't

like pulling sh*t with too many eyes

on 'em. So that's how you can help,

not by praying but by watching.

DRINKER #1

Not me. This able black ass ain't

f***ing with no cops.

Others MUMBLE in agreement, moving away from Tyrone.

JAMAL:

Look, I understand but if some Blacks

insist on trying to interact with

the white man, that's not our concern.

We are African, "brother." Mother

Africa is the only...

Anger FLASHES in Tyrone's eyes. His voice turn knifelike.

TYRONE:

No, you look, you phony ass boojie

n*gger. We ain't in Africa, we're in

Oakland. And in Oakland we got police

brutality. We got the white man

interacting his billy club up against

the black man's head. Now if that

don't bother you, then take your

skirt wearing ass back to Africa...

"Uncle."

Jamal -- very angry -- takes a step toward Tyrone. Tyrone

backs him down with one fearsome look.

TYRONE:

Try it.

Jamal backs away, joining Rose and the exiting drinkers.

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