00Sex 2: Eye of the Hurricane Page #4

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to the state home for boys|inJamesburg...

from this day till you"re|2 1 years ofage.

- So be it.|- It"s okay, son.

Jamesburg was a place of horror|that I would be forever sorry...

to have known existed.

It was there that I spent the next|eight years learning how to maim...

butcher and fi ght for my survival.

I don"t get what"s goin" on here.|I"m the boy"s father.

I take care of him.|I don"t know what you people--

I mean, what"s it to you?

M-Mr Martin, we"ve gotten to know|Lesra over the past few weeks.

And I gotta tell you, he"s got|more natural ability and enthusiasm...

than just about any kid|I"ve ever worked with.

So, when he told us|he wanted to go to college...

wejust fi gured|that"s the way it was gonna be.

Well, I know he"s smart.

There"s no doubt about that,|but, uh...

he can"t read, Mrs Martin.

But we think that we could teach him.|I mean, within...

probably two years, with a lot ofwork,|we could get him ready for college.

- Yeah, well, that school|sure not doin" it.|- Now waitjust a second.

- I am that boy"s father--|- But ifthey can give him more--

They"re talkin" to me, Alma!

Uh, Mr Martin, you know,|we got plenty of room.

And if Lesra wants to learn,|then we can teach him.

Ifyou don"t want that, that"s fi ne.|That"s up to you.

But no one here is trying|to replace you, sir.

- This what you want, boy?|- I wanna go to college.

And ifthat"s what it"s gonna take,|then, yeah.

It don"t seem right.

Why you gotta go, Lesra?

- Don"t you want me to go, El?|- You should be here backin" me up.

Leave the boy, Elston.|Lesra goin" to Toronto now.

Got a job to do.|Wants to go to college.

After eight years atJamesburg,|I escaped.

I was angry,|embittered with life.

I ran as ifon a cloud...

unaware of how high I was stepping|or ofanything else around me.

There was room in my head|for only one word...

one thought:

freedom.

I ran straight into the U.S. Army|and a pair of paratrooper wings...

and my whole life changed.

I learned that|knowledge ofselfand kind...

is the only true means|to the liberation ofthe black man.

I could do anything.|I overcame my stutter.

I became a prizefi ghter.|I came back to Paterson...

the all-Army European|welterweight champ.

Let me have a soda, please.

Judy, who"s that fi ne soldier|standing over there at the bar?

Oh, he"s a local boy.|Rubin Carter, I think.

Make it two.

- He"s comin" over here.|- Uh-oh. Stay cool.

I"m back. I"m back.

- Mmm, so you missed me, did you?|- So tell me--

- Well, what do you want to know?|- You"re in my seat.

Uh, you know, I"m from Georgia.

And I was thinkin"|that afterwards you and me--

You"re in my seat, country.

I don"t see your name anywhere.

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