00Sex 2: Eye of the Hurricane Page #2

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You know what, Les? Sometimes|we don"t pick the books we read.

- They pick us.|- Somebody, somewhere

- ltellyou, it"s unfair|- Can lgetsome whisky

Can lgetsome whisky|Yeah

Mr Broden, we"ve been home schooling|this young man for eight months.

That"s how it applies to us.

No, I"m not married.|Mr Swinton, who you spoke with...

is one ofthe two men I live with.

No, Sam Chaiton is|the other man I live with.

No, I don"t thinkyou do see,|Mr Broden.

They are my business partners|and my roommates.

And you"re the Department|of Education...

and you"re telling me you"re prepared|to stop this young man"s education...

because you can"t fi nd|some goddam high school records?

Yep, that"s exactly|what I"m doing, Mr Broden.

No, no, I"m not asking you|to make an exception.

I"m asking you to do yourjob,|which is qualitatively different...

but I thankyou for it anyway.

- Sh*t.|- Political Science 1 01 ,|the art of gentle persuasion.

Never mind 1 01 .|I need a smoke.

- So how was the book sale?|- Great.

- There.|- Did you get The OtherAmerica?

Uh, I couldn"t fi nd The OtherAmerica,|but I got you, uh--

Sam Robertson Davies, R.D. Laing.

- You don"t want to piss me off today.|- It"s a book sale, Lisa, not a library.

- Whatever.|- Hey, look, Lisa.

Got this one right here for 25 cent.|TheSixteenth Round.

- Oh, your fi rst book, huh?|- Yeah.

""Rubin "Hurricane" Carter.""

Hurricane is the professional name|that I acquired later on in life.

Carter is the slave name|that was given to my forefathers...

who worked in the cotton fields|ofAlabama and, and Georgia...

and was passed on to me.

The kindest thing I can say|about my childhood...

is that I survived it.

Paterson was a run-down town,|a poor and violent place.

The only way to survive|was to know how to handle yourself...

and I learned fast.

Come on! Hurry up!

- Let"s get out of here!|- Come on! Let"s go! Hurry up!|Let"s get out of here!

Take this out.

Hey, Donnique, go for a swim!

Hello, boys.

Wanna see something?

Huh? Isn"t that pretty?

You like that?

- What"s your name?|- Donnique.

Donnique?

That"s a pretty name, Donnique.

You wanna be good to me, sugar?

H-H-Hey, mister!|Leave him alone!

I wouldn"t hurt your friend.|Would I?

You don"t need|to be afraid, Donnique.

You"re pretty.|How old are you?

- Ten.|- Ten?

I said, leave him alone!

Run! Run! Come on!

- Get outta here!|- Run!

You little bastard.

Let"s get outta here!

You black bastard, you!|Goddam it!

Please, mister! Put me down!

- Shut up, you son ofa b*tch!|- Put me down!

Hey!

- I didn"t-- didn"t do nothin"!|- Come on! Let"s go!

- I didn"t-- I didn"t--|- Shut up.

I didn"t do nothin".

- Come on, you--|- No!

- Get in there.|- I-It wasn"t me.

I-- I-- didn"t do nothin"!

Sit down, kid.

What have we got here?

It"s a juvenile case.

He"s a kid, Sarge.|He"s only 1 1 years old.

It"s a n*gger with a knife.

I don"t care how old he is.

Take care of him.

We know you were at the falls last week,|and we know what happened.

So you"re gonna talk,|you little son ofa b*tch.

You"ll be makin" speeches|when I get through with your black ass.

Ralph. Ralph.

I"m Sergeant Detective Della Pesca.

You wanna tell me what happened?

What is it, you were trying to rob|this man"s gold watch...

and he fought back,|and so you stabbed him?

Is that pretty much it?

I-I-- didn"t do nothin".

Let me tell you something, sunshine.

The man you stabbed...

is a very important member|ofthis community...

and you are goin" down.

Do you see?|And I am going to see to it personally.

As foryou, Rubin Carter,|you"re a menace to society.

Ifsomething isn"t done|about you soon...

you"ll become a dangerous man|in later life.

I only wish you were old enough|I could send you to state prison.

I therefore sentence you...

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.

That"s "cause you"re blinded by|the ass-kickin" I"m about to put on you.

Now get up out of my seat.

- Hey, come on now. Take it easy.|- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Calm down. Calm down.|- Let that motherf***er go.|-Just stop it. Listen.

- Not here.|- You know what? I wanna dance. You|wanna come over here and dance with me?

- Not here.|- Hey, I"m talkin" to you.|- Hmm?

Oh, you wanna fi ght,|oryou wanna dance?

- He ain"t worth it.|- Yeah, you wanna dance. Come on.

- Brother got a lot|of hostility up in him.|- Shouldllet myselfgo

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