Dreams Worth While: The Journey of 'A Raisin in the Sun'

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What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?

Pull it in up here.

Or fester like a sore, and then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over, like a syrupy sweet.

Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Come on, Johnson, l'm out.

And there's still hot water.

-Morning, Lena.

-Morning, Earline.

-Hi.

-Morning.

-Watch your step.

-Morning.

Walter, it's after seven.

You're gonna be late.

Travis out of the bathroom yet?

No, not yet, but he will be soon.

And, what's the point

in having an alarm clock

if you don't get up when it goes off?

What l need an alarm clock for

when l got you?

Only problem is,

l can't just hit a button and turn you off.

Woman.

What kind of eggs you want?

Not scrambled.

-Where the paper?

-Where it always is.

What's your problem this morning?

l don't have a problem. And l hope

you don't volunteer to become one.

Yeah, you got a problem.

What's that boy doing in the bathroom

all this time?

He's just gonna have

to start getting up earlier.

l can't be being late to work on

account of him fooling around in there.

No, he is not gonna be getting up no earlier.

lt's not his fault he can't get to bed at night

because he got a bunch of

crazy, loudmouth, good-for-nothing people,

running their mouths

in what's supposed to be his bedroom

after 10:
00 at night.

Why they gotta be loudmouths?

Because they are loud, and nothing that

comes out of them mouths is important.

Not enough to keep my little boy awake.

That's what you're mad about, ain't it?

Things l want to talk about with my friends

just couldn't be important

in your mind, could they?

Come here.

You looking young this morning, baby.

Looking just like how you looked

when l started courting you.

lt's gone now. You look like yourself again.

Just eat your eggs.

You know that insurance check come

tomorrow, don't you?

Yeah, l know.

l really don't want to talk about it.

l'm out, but you better hurry. l heard

Mr. Johnson coming down the steps.

The check comes tomorrow, right, Mama?

Yes, it does, Travis. But it's too early

in the morning to be talking about money

so just eat your breakfast.

But l need fifty cents.

-For what?

-For the poor Negroes in history.

For the what?

Teacher says we gotta do something about

teaching colored kids about they history.

''Their'' history. And what's that got to

do with fifty cents and poor Negroes?

All us kids are putting in fifty cents

to buy special books

that'll tell us about the things

the poor Negroes did.

ls that the way the teacher put it,

the ''poor Negroes''?

Yes, ma'am. That's the way

she always puts it.

And they need fifty cents for

special books for the poor Negroes.

-Yes, Mama, that's what l said.

-l don't have it.

But l don't want to be the only one

without the money, Ma.

l said l don't have it, Travis.

Just eat your breakfast.

l'm finished.

Then go on and make up your bed.

Can l maybe bag groceries

at the market after...

Travis.

And no sweet rolls today,

Mr. Angry Little Man.

You wanna have all your teeth

in your head when you get older.

l'm gone.

''l know that woman wants me

to kiss her goodbye, but l'll fix her.

''l won't kiss her, and she'll be sorry.

''l won't kiss her goodbye

for nothing in this world,

'''cause l know that's

just what she wants me to do.''

Mama.

Can l please bag groceries? Can l, Mama?

-What is it he want to do?

-Bag groceries after school.

-For the poor Negroes in history, Dad.

-Travis. No.

-School's raising money for something.

-l gotta have fifty cents.

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