A World Apart Page #3

Like the American War of Independence,

this was the Afrikaner's fight...

for the liberty

and independence of his country.

Our country.

- Molly, are you with us?

- No, she's against us.

- There's Mom.

- All right.

I'll come home with you.

I'll get my gran to pick me up.

- Are you coming? Mom's got to go.

- Look, I'll phone you.

Hello, it's Molly.

Fine, thank you. ls Yvonne there?

Okay. Bye.

- Take that off!

- Molly.

Get out of my room! And you!

- What did I do?

- Get out!

- Yes.

-It's Molly. I want to see Yvonne.

- Who is it? Hello?

-ls Yvonne there? It's Molly.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- I want to see Yvonne.

- Who brought you here?

- Nobody.

- Then how did you get here?

- I walked.

I'm taking you home.

- Gerald, let me take her.

- I am taking her home.

- Gerald, let me take her.

- You get in the car, Molly.

- Don't interfere. I am taking her home!

- Stop shouting.

- Don't let me have--

- Dad!

Get in the car. Molly!

Dad.

And stay away from Yvonne!

- Elsie.

- Where have you been, Molly?

You gave us such a terrible fright.

Come on, hurry up.

Get dressed. They're waiting for you.

This is very dramatic.

This has nothing to do with us.

- What do you want me to say?

- How would you feel if this was your family?

Your husband, your children?

This is what you people do. You murderers!

Murderers?

You want to talk about murderers?

Why don't you show me the pictures

of the 69 you murdered at Sharpeville?

Give her respect.

Perhaps we can arrange

for you to see your children.

How are you?

Look who's here. The champion twister.

Welcome to my home.

Sweetheart.

He's blind.

He's our grandfather.

Okay.

Okay?

Don't laugh at Molly.

She's strong like her mother.

You strike the woman, you strike the rock,

and you dislodge a boulder...

and it crushes you.

I'm giving it to you.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Isn't it very nice?

- Yeah.

-It is?

Okay, let's eat.

Elsie.

There's a foot in my soup.

Eat it. You must eat it. It's the best part

of the chicken. It will make you rich.

I can't.

My mothers, fathers,

my brothers and sisters...

comrades all, I greet you

in the name of the struggle.

We cry for our land.

It is a cry we hear in our sleep...

a cry each one of us feels in his soul.

These broken houses where we live...

this poor church in which we meet today,

were not always here.

You.

And you.

You remember this place in another time

when you were children...

when all the slums were green fields,

and the land was ours.

And then the Dutchmen came,

and the Englishmen came...

and branded their flags,

and called our land theirs.

They filled our lives with such misery...

that for many years,

we even forgot to dream of freedom.

But 50 years later, we remembered again.

Fifty years later,

our movement and our struggle began.

We asked for a share of what was ours...

and the dignity to live as fellow men.

And when they did not hear us,

we raised our voice again and again.

What was their reply?

Taste the graveyards of Croesus.

Taste the graveyards of Nancefield.

They are salty with our people's blood.

How long are we going to stand

with our beggar's tins and cry?

The time has come now for another cry.

The time has come for a different cry.

Forward with the arms struggle.

Forward with Mandela's soldiers.

- This is the house of God.

- Not for terrorists.

We're taking you on a goodbye tour.

Come on, let's twist again. Come on. Twist.

Miriam, Jude, come on.

Come on. You're not moving enough.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Abrahams, but your daughter

has been transferred to Pretoria.

- Then why did you make us come here?

- I didn't. Look, we tried to reach you.

When? There's always somebody

at the house.

Gran, what about the food?

Molly, come.

Jude, come.

I don't want any potato.

It's nothing serious, you know.

Your granny's just been

under a lot of strain lately.

She's going to go away to rest,

just for a few weeks.

You can come and stay with us. See?

- I want to stay here.

- Me, too.

Elsie will be here. We can stay with her.

Molly, I won't be here.

I've got to be with my family.

- Okay, then I'll board at school.

- Molly, can I come with you?

- What do you want?

- I just dropped by to see you.

- Where's your little friend?

- Why? Are you missing him?

At least he's honest.

And what do you think of me?

I don't think about you at all.

I brought something for you.

I'm still in...

I'm still in pain...

and I'm not sleeping.

I'm out of sleeping pills.

I'll speak to the doctor.

But unless you start to eat,

that won't do you much good.

Do you miss your children?

- Why don't you answer?

- Because it's a stupid question.

Molly's not so crazy about boarding school.

Boarding school?

Little ones aren't so happy

about being sent away, either.

What's going on? Where's my mother?

Didn't I tell you? She's taken a little trip.

What do you mean? Where is she?

Have you taken her in?

You're not the only person in this country...

to suffer the consequences of your politics.

You're wasting your time.

I won't make a statement.

I know you're out to trap me.

We don't have any evidence to trap you.

You'll make it up if you haven't got it.

You have a twisted mind.

You follow me, you open my letters...

tap my telephone, have me arrested...

and you want me to believe

you're going to come...

to a free and unprejudiced decision

on my future. I do not trust you!

Then you have nothing left to trust!

Your people have denounced you publicly.

One of your friends saw you riding

in the Security Branch car.

Someone's been naming names,

they think it's you.

You bastard.

Your family is suffering

as a result of your delusions.

All this hand wringing,

playing Joan of Arc, it's nothing.

They're nothing but an excuse

for being a terrible mother.

Unless you make a statement,

you'll die in your cell...

and no one will know what happened.

You've wasted your life.

You could have done so much.

You can take her now.

Wardress, come here.

What's the matter now?

- Where are my books?

- What books? You're not allowed books.

You bastards! No books!

No books!

No books!

Good, much better. Right.

Keep it up. That's good.

Molly Roth.

The school secretary wants to see you.

Right. Come on, girls. Let's keep it moving.

Good.

Molly, I got chicken pox.

I was sick over the weekend.

Molly, you know that exam? I passed.

- Are you better?

- Much better. Thank you, darling.

- Where are we going?

- To see Mommy.

- I don't want to go.

- Oh, come on, Molly.

No, Gran, they'll do it again.

Are you cracking up?

Everybody's depending on you.

Can I be alone with my children?

Just ignore me and forget I'm here.

- Mommy, look what we brought you.

- What?

You brought me something?

Thank you, darling. Bubble gum.

- Mom, I came first in class.

- Open one, Mommy, and then you'll see.

See? Any one?

"Did you know...

"that the skin of an elephant

is 1 inch thick?"

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