The Hurricane Page #4

he wanted to go to college,

we figured 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

we could teach him.

I mean, within two years, with a lot of

work we could get him ready for college.

Well, that school's

sure not doing it.

Now wait.

I am that boy's father.

But if they can give him

- They're talking to me, Alma.

Uh, Mr. Martin,

we've got plenty of room.

If Lesra wants to learn,

then we can teach him.

If you don't want that that's up to you,

but no one is trying to replace you, sir.

This what you want, boy?

I wanna go to college.

If that's what it's gon' 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

at Jamesburg,

I escaped.

I was angry,

embittered with life.

I ran as if on a cloud,

unaware of how high I was stepping

or of anything 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.

My whole life changed.

I learned that knowledge

of self and kind...

is the only true means to the

liberation of the blackman.

I could do anything.

I overcame my stutter.

I became a prizefighter.

I came back to Paterson the

all-Army European welterweight champ.

Let me have a soda,

please.

Judy, who's

that fine soldier...

standing over there

at the bar?

Oh, he's a local boy.

Rubin Carter, I think.

Make it two.

I think he's comin'

over here.

Uh-oh. Stay cool.

Mm-mmm!

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.

That's 'cause you blinded by the

ass-kickin' I'm about to put on you.

Now get up

out of my seat.

Come on. Take it easy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down.

Let that motherf***er go. Stop it.

You wanna come over

and dance with me?

Hey, I'm talkin' to you. Hmm?

Oh, you wanna fight, or you

wanna dance? He ain't worth it.

Yeah, you wanna dance.

Come on.

Probably got a lot

of hostility up in him.

Should I let myself go

In his direction

Oooh-ahh Come on, sweet thing.

Is his love

strong enough

Oooh-ahh

Come back here.

Formy heart's

protection

Oooh-ahh

I don't know I don't know I don't know

I don't know I don't know I don't know

You dance nice. But he loves me so good

Thank you. Till I think I should Oh-oh

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