American Pastrol Page #3
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- 2016
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I'm turning this off.
Sure, turn it off.
The Democratic Republic of Hanoi
could just burn down
and mom would just go on
worrying about her cows.
- Don't touch me, dad.
- Merry...
I can't stand this.
You're not anti-war,
you're anti-everything.
And you're pro...
cow.
I don't know why
she's turned against me.
Is it her stuttering?
Is she angry because she
can't make friends?
She's made friends, all right, the
one's she's made in New York.
Who is she?
I thought she was smart.
She's becoming stupid, Seymour.
No. She's just a kid with a
strong will, a strong idea.
It's not very well worked out...
You're defending her.
She hates me.
Dawn.
She talks to me like...
I don't know what.
With no respect.
And if I ever spoke
to my mother like that,
do you know what my father
would have done?
He would have turned you
over his knee.
You think it's funny?
I have to pick her up
from the train.
I can't believe we
let her go to New York.
She's 16, Seymour.
We don't even know
who she's with.
We don't know who
her friends are.
Well, she likes them,
they like her.
That's what's important.
I don't like those
pamphlets they give her.
What pamphlets?
In her room, Seymour.
Police and fire departments
are on the alert
as negro demonstrators
take to the streets of Newark
after the arrest and alleged beating
of cab driver John w. Smith.
You were supposed
to be on the 8:
00.You were involved in something
there, something political.
Everything is political.
Brushing your teeth
is political.
People who are against the war.
Is that who you see?
They're just people who
don't believe in the war.
I don't believe
in the war myself.
Then what's your problem?
I don't want you
getting mixed up in things
that could hurt your
chances for college.
My friends have been to college.
They had to leave because of the
way they treat student protestors.
Is that who they are? College
kids who have gotten thrown out?
They're just my friends.
Can't you believe that I have friends?
Don't you believe that?
Of course I believe
you have friends.
They wanted me
to stay the night.
No. That's...
You can never even
think about staying
over with people
that we don't know
or you'll never be
allowed to go again.
What do you believe in, daddy?
This is not about politics.
My responsibility is
to you, not the war.
Oh, I know.
That's why I have
to go to New York
because people there
do feel responsible,
responsible for blowing up
Vietnamese villages,
blowing up little babies.
But you don't care.
And neither does mother.
No one in our family or in our
f***ing little town does.
Sir, could you go
to your vehicle?
You need to get off the street.
There's a curfew in effect.
"Curfew"?
- What kind of fascist
bullshit is that? -Merry.
We've got enough
trouble tonight.
The curfew's to protect people.
From what?
They should riot.
I'm sorry, officer.
We're both sorry.
I am not f***ing sorry.
She's 16.
If you got any at home,
you'll understand.
I don't.
Right.
Hundreds of protestors have
gathered in the 4th precinct
where cab driver
John w. Smith is being held
after allegedly
being beaten by police,
who are calling this
an isolated incident.
Yet some local residents are
urging violent retaliation.
More news as it comes in. And now,
back to our regular programming.
Get on out of here!
- Streets to the people.
- Power to the people!
Get the f*** back home now!
Black power! Black power!
Black power!
Get out of here!
Jesus, merry.
Your father called from Florida.
He wants to know if they've
come near the factory.
I'll see in the morning.
You're not going to work tomorrow,
not with the riot going on.
It's not a riot.
It's a revolution.
People standing up
for their rights.
If you're going to defend them,
maybe you should just join them.
That's a good idea.
The governor called
the national guard in.
Of course. I mean,
what else can he do?
He can treat black people like
human beings, that's what.
No blacks on the city council,
the poverty, the unemployment.
We have 80% Negroes working at the plant.
We're proud of that.
Oh, I forgot.
You're a hero.
- Hello?
- Seymour.
- Vicky.
- It's bad.
What is it?
I ain't never seen
anything this bad.
They're beating them and dragging them.
Oh, my god.
Sniper!
- Vicky.
- People are shooting.
Police are shooting
and soldiers.
People have lost their minds.
Thank you.
Thank you, sir.
Going to war, huh?
It's what it is.
No. It isn't, either.
These are just troublemakers,
so think.
What we're saying is you're
here to keep the peace, son.
That means protecting the people
and the property
of this neighborhood.
What I'm saying is to think.
Think before you start
shooting at somebody's window.
- Vicky. -These aren't snipers.
These are people.
Good people who
live around here.
People just like your own
mothers and fathers.
That's who lives up there.
Now, this is their home.
And they've got to live here
long after you're gone.
This is their home.
Not yours.
All right. Well done.
I'm just telling them
how it is. That's all.
But tonight is going to be bad.
Do you hear me?
So, go home. Take everybody
who came to work and go home.
You're staying, though.
There ain't no telling
how bad it's going get.
It won't be safe for
anybody, and not you.
The place will be safer
with someone inside.
Then I'll stay, too.
- I've got that.
- No, I'll put it.
- Vicky.
- They're shooting outside.
I've got it.
Are you talking to me?
I told you not to move!
Keep your people back!
What do you want?
Turn it down.
All dressed up
for your stupid...
award that they gave you?
Do you expect me to
congratulate you, too?
What was the award for anyway?
We didn't shut down
after the riots.
The people who worked there,
who have always worked there
were welcomed back
to their jobs.
The mayor thought that
that was good,
that other businesses
should have done the same.
There was a ceremony
in his office.
Congratulations,
Swede.
And I would have liked it
if you had come.
I would have
f***ing hated it.
Have you thought about
what I asked you?
Going away to private school?
If you don't like
living here with us.
I just want to be able to go to
New York again on the weekends.
No. You didn't come home last time.
You knew the rules.
I never thought my own father
would keep me prisoner.
Merry.
I have an idea for you.
I've been thinking
and I have an idea.
You want to protest the war.
Protest it right here
in old Rimrock.
What am I going to do,
march around the post office?
"Bring the war home."
Isn't that the slogan?
Look, they gave me this award.
It's just a stupid plaque,
but it means one thing.
If you take a stand,
people notice.
If you oppose the war right here
with all your strength...
This is part of America,
too, you know.
Read Marx.
Revolutions don't begin
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