Winnie Mandela Page #3

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Yes.

- Have you never eaten curry before?

- No.

The papers are right.

You really are the most dangerous man

in South Africa.

I like you, Winnie.

- You are not afraid.

- Of what?

Of me.

I am sure your

father must miss you a lot.

I was a big disappointment to my father.

What would make you say that?

He wanted a son,

and I was the sixth daughter.

That would make him a very rich man.

You get a lot of cows for six girls.

I tried to impress him.

I became the best stick

fighter in the district.

There wasn't a boy

who could beat me.

- You were a stick fighter?

- Huh. Yes, so watch out.

lam very glad.

What?

That you were not born a boy,

and that you chased them all away.

Brothers and sisters,

we were all created free by our father.

We have been become the refuse

of humanity.

Therefore, I urge you

to take your passbook,

this document

which labels you a third-class citizen

and restricts your freedom of movement,

and burn it upon the flames of justice!

- Viva ANC!

- Viva!

- Viva ANC!

- Viva!

Nelson. Hey, Nelson!

Nelson!

Listen to this.

...where the trial of the rebel

black leaders, Nelson Mandela

and Oliver Tambo

commences next week.

What started as a campaign to protest laws

requiring natives to carry passbooks,

has, according to the State,

become a campaign of open defiance,

possibly the start of a revolution.

Both are lawyers now out on bail.

The charge, treason.

The sentence, possibly death.

Major, would you say

these statements establish a reasonable

indication of seditious intent?

I would say that is correct.

If Mandela and his thugs had their way,

they'd murder us in our beds.

Objection, My Lord!

That's outrageous conjecture.

It is the truth! Ask him!

- Mr. Prosecutor...

- Ask him!

...kindly ask your client

to exercise some restraint.

- He's right there, ask him!

- Gentlemen, in my chambers now, please.

Court is adjourned.

Here are some drinks for you.

What in the bloody hell are you doing?

You're drinking out of

the same cup as them.

Oh!

- The chickens!

- Yeah.

No, no, no, no!

Open the door!

- Who is it?

- The police! Open the door!

What is it?

No matter what happens, do not come out.

Where are you going?

Don't come out.

What do you want?

Open the bloody door, man!

Where is your warrant?

And what warrant would that be?

Why are you here?

Do not go in there!

Ah, gentlemen, a whore!

Don't you dare speak

of my wife that way!

- You shut up and sit down!

- You have no...

You shut up and sit down! Sit down!

You have no right!

Search the place!

What, hey!

- What's in there?

- That's my wedding cake!

Winnie, no! No, Winnie!

- That's my wedding cake!

- Oh, really, huh?

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