Mississippi Burning Page #2

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- uh, Mr Ward...

That's coloured down there.

Don't even think about it.

- People here are gettin' ready to leave.

- Aren't you hungry, Mr Anderson?

Good afternoon. Looks good.

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

I'm looking for some information.

- I ain't got nothin' to say to you, sir.

- Just a few questions.

I ain't got nothin' to say to you, sir.

The civil rights boys came to propose

setting up a voter registration clinic.

Before the locals got a chance to say yes,

the Klan burned 'em down.

- You give a man a vote but he can't use it.

- Yeah, that's the way it works.

What did their office in Rossville say?

That the boys came back here

to apologise to the congregation.

"Sorry you folks didn't get to vote."

"I suppose most of you

never knew you even had one."

"Now you got no place to go on Sunday."

Apparently, after they came back here,

they talked to some locals down the road.

- I think that's where we should start.

- Oh, they won't talk to you.

These people have to live here

long after we're gone.

They'd rather bite their tongue off

than talk to us.

Bureau procedure, Mr Anderson.

(Ward) The church caught fire

and you ran home. Is that correct?

Yes, sir.

And then the four white men

stopped you?

Yes, sir.

And these four white men

attacked your husband?

Yes, sir.

But you can't identify them.

No, sir.

Did you report this to the police?

No, sir.

But you told the civil rights boys

what happened?

Yes, sir.

Ma'am, did they tell you

where they were going after that?

- No, sir.

- Nothing?

No, sir.

All right. Thank you, ma'am.

You're welcome.

(pounding on door)

- Come on, boy.

- Open up.

- Your brother Hollis here, Fennis?

- Yes, sir.

Well, wake his ass up. We wanna see him.

- Why?

- Just wake him up, boy.

- What is it?

- There you are, n*gger trash!

Come here, boy!

Hollis! Hollis!

Get your ass back here,

you f***in' n*gger!

Hollis! Hollis!

We better not catch you talkin' to the FBl.

Or you'll be dead, boy. Real dead.

You admire these kids, don't you?

Don't you?

I think they're bein' used.

They're sent here in their

Volkswagens and sneakers...

..just to get their heads cracked open.

Did it ever occur to you that maybe

they believed in what they were doing?

- Did it occur to them they'd end up dead?

- Maybe.

In Washington they sure as hell knew,

didn't they?

Some things are worth dying for.

Well, down here

they see things a little differently.

People down here feel

some things are worth killin' 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.

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