Black August Page #6

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You take your criminal to court.

You'd be the kid who was walking

down the street with a shotgun.

I don't get by any means necessary.

Now, I recall your philosophy.

A war...

What we need is to create

our own philosophy...

...start taking control of the situation.

- This is your opportunity...

- All right.

- You okay.

- I'm ready.

I'm gonna beat the damn gold claw.

So we need to fight the pack.

- Hey, brother.

- Hey, man.

Great to see you, come on.

This here is Jonathan.

He's Comrade George's younger brother.

It's good to see you, man.

- You too.

- After you left the other day...

...they tried to take me through

some parole board formality.

At first, I didn't know

what's happening, man.

Hair, mouth. Tongue up.

Okay, put your hands back through.

I thought my assassination

had finally come.

Turns out it was my 10th annual

appearance before the board.

What was the judgment of the board?

Well, I won't be seeing Ghana

anytime soon.

I was trying to count how many doors

I had to pass through to get here.

There's one for my cell.

Two by the time

I got out of my cell block.

Five as I got out into the hallway.

All of them are double safety.

You don't even know

how concrete and steel can hurt.

It's as if the entire system is designed

to corrupt, debase and destroy...

...whatever humanity that you come

in here with, you know?

For a guy like me it's like the entire

world has turned its back on you.

I've seen some guys and they got "f***

the world" tattooed right on their arm.

One guy even had it tattooed

on his forehead.

He had "f*** the world" on his forehead?

Guys like that know the world

has abandoned them, man.

They know they are victims...

...they just can't put their finger on

what it is or why, you know?

- Maybe our little book can help with that.

- Yeah.

Yeah, maybe it can.

How are we doing?

We're getting close, George.

You and I, we just have

a few things to go over.

I just wanna let you know...

...that I've given you complete discretion

on all this. You take it, man.

I'm not getting much sleep these days.

I'm starting to see sh*t

that isn't even there, you know?

- Hello?

- Mrs. Jackson?

- Yes.

- David Dryer.

You lied to me.

How could you do that?

You come in my house like a thief.

You took the only thing that I had.

That was between George and me.

The people that put that book

together spoiled everything.

No, I'm completely responsible.

Nobody ever showed it to me.

- Specifically, what is it that bothers you?

- It's the arrangement.

- The way it's put together.

- I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.

We're less than two weeks

from going to press.

Well, there is something I can do.

I can go to the radio and say it's all

a pack of lies put out by white people.

I don't think George would like that.

I'm gonna see him tomorrow.

I'm gonna tell him what it is

you intend to do.

Mrs. Jack...

Did you hear that?

- Can she do anything to stop the book?

- No, no. She can't.

But she can do a lot of damage

by questioning the book's authenticity.

Well, you tell her if she does anything,

and I mean anything at all...

...to damage the book...

...I will never speak to her again.

Okay.

Well, if it ain't the Ku Klux clowns.

You ever hate yourself?

Do I ever do anything else?

It's one of the major luxuries

I allow myself.

You know, I get the feeling you'd even

sell your own mother down the road.

Don't concern yourself with that.

Just make sure my deal stays together.

- Hello?

- Where's Lumumba?

- He's not here, can I take a message?

- Forget it.

Just tell him the people's justice

will be swift.

That was him.

Okay, gentlemen, we're taking over.

All right, everybody, stay together.

Stay together. Eyes up front.

Don't look at me. Eyes up front.

Here we go.

Keep it moving, people.

Quicken the pace a little bit, huh?

Let's go, people.

Keep it together.

- You gotta watch her, okay?

- I got it.

No. You gotta be listening to me.

- How many?

- I really don't know.

Everything happened so fast.

Keep it together.

There you go. There you go.

You can take our pictures.

We are the revolutionaries.

Free the Soledad Brothers by 3:00

and nobody will get hurt.

We don't have the authority

to negotiate that.

You cover the left and the rear, okay?

We can get out of here now.

- Back them off.

- Back off.

Back them off!

You guys stay together.

Don't look at me.

Keep your f***ing heads up front.

Goddamn.

Okay, okay.

In you go. Open up the van.

In you go. Don't look at me.

F***.

- What's the shot?

- Fifty-fifty at best.

Here we go. Here we go.

Don't fire. Don't fire. Hold it.

Hold it, boys. Do not fire.

There's too many friendlies in there.

Okay. They're holding off.

I think we made it.

Dear Joan...

...we reckon all time in the future

from the day of the man-child's death.

Man-child, black man-child

with submachine gun in hand.

He was free for a while.

I guess that's more than most of us

can expect.

I want people to wonder

at what forces created him...

...terrible, vindictive, cold,

calm man-child...

...courage in one hand...

...the machine gun in the other.

Scourge of the unrighteous.

An ox for the people to ride.

Cold and calm though.

All right, gentlemen...

...I'm taking over now.

I can't go any further.

It would just be a love story

about the baddest brother...

...this world has had the privilege

to meet.

And it's just not that popular or safe...

...to say I love him.

Revolution.

Now in there.

Can you tell us something

about your son, Jonathan?

All he would talk about was George.

He felt George was going to be killed

in the courts...

...if he wasn't killed in prison.

He knew there was no justice

in the courts.

A lot of times...

...he'd go to the hearings...

...he'd get up, he'd go out

and he'd be crying.

It got to a point

where he didn't even wanna eat.

And my baby really liked to eat.

One night in June...

...he said, "Mama, if I die...

...I want you to know

that I died the way I wanna die. "

Do you know where Angela is?

- Your other son, was he involved?

- Do you know if they were lovers?

There's your stamps.

What are you doing?

What I would call a stroke of genius.

Hey.

They think that you

might be hiding, Angela.

And they've traced

some of the weapons to her.

Stay at the defense committee house.

I'll call them and tell them

that you're coming.

Can you delay that trip to New York?

All right, good.

Your author's gonna need you.

I'm David.

Fay told us you were coming.

Jesus.

Oh, that?

It got shot out the day before yesterday.

We think it was the pigs.

Nobody's here now. But they'll all

be coming up tomorrow for the funeral.

- Against charges of assaulting

a federal guard.

A woman saw a young man

who walked in carrying a black satchel...

...and sat down in the spectator section.

The deputy said the same man had inquired

about the McClain trial the day before...

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