Blood Done Sign My Name Page #3

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were for your momma?

For 35 cents, he'd sell the

baby Jesus a pack of smokes.

He's got, like,

500 other...

(Jebbie)

That was awesome.

Sweet, man.

What the heck?

Hey, what're you n*ggers

doing in our neighborhood?

What're you doing?

Y'all better get your

black asses out of here

before we come over

there and kick them out!

(several)

Run!

(Roseanna)

Hey!

You get home. Now.

[sigh]

Thank you, Roseanna.

He was gonna

kill me!

And why

would that be?

Well, because Jebbie

threw a rock at him.

I didn't throw it!

Well, it didn't look like

you did much to stop him.

You go clean up.

And get them cigarettes

out your back pocket

before your momma

gets home.

Thanks, Roseanna.

Good night.

(Vernon)

See you tomorrow.

What're you

gonna do?

I'm taking you on

a trip, little buck.

(Daddy)

Whoo!

Come on! Let's go!

Come on, Daddy!

Are you

speaking to me?

Yeah!

Woo-hoo!

Daddy?

When are you

gonna talk to me?

I'm not, little buck.

I'm gonna

show you something.

What is it, Daddy?

It's a revival!

Tim.

Tim. It's

not a revival.

(man's voice)

The light of Jesus.

(several)

For our God.

The light of Jesus.

(several)

The light of Christ.

The light of Jesus.

Deliverance.

We are the chosen ones.

By the fire of

Calvary's cross

and the sentinel and

the bearer of the light,

jointly give birth

to the star.

For our God.

For our God.

Let the circles of light become alive.

The light of Christ.

We mean to cleanse

and purify our virtues

by burning out our vices

from the fire of His word.

The light of Christ.

Honor,

truth, loyalty, purity.

For our God.

For our God.

[cheering]

I want to go, Daddy.

Shh.

(faint) Please, Daddy.

I want to go home now.

Let the circle

truly become

a living representation

of our order

in the darkness

of the world.

When I saw the cross, I

thought everything was good.

Evil can sometimes be

hard to recognize.

It hides in

normal things.

People you

think you know.

But recognizing evil

isn't the hardest part.

It's standing

up to it,

even when nobody

else will.

(Dr. Proctor) So essentially,

the quality of our choices

determine the quality

of our lives.

Which, translated, means you

probably need to work a little harder.

[whispering]

Thank you.

Dr. Proctor, my name is

Reverend Vernon Tyson.

Reverend Tyson.

Please.

I'm the pastor at the

Oxford Methodist Church.

I heard you

preach last year

at the North Carolina

Council of Churches.

You gave a

magnificent speech.

Well, thank you,

Reverend Tyson.

But I'm assuming that wasn't the

only reason you came to see me.

So he said yes.

And we'll get run out of

town together. [chuckles]

You might be

right about that.

Well, I think

you're overreacting.

I'm just saying there

are people in this town

who think that things have moved

awfully fast in a very short time

and maybe they should

just... slow down a bit.

Well, if anybody bothered to

ask the blacks in this town,

they'd tell you if things went any

slower they'd be going backward.

At the very least don't you

think you should've consulted

with the Executive Committee

before inviting him to speak?

Dr. Samuel Proctor is one of

the leading educators in America.

All the more embarrassing

if you have to go back

and tell him they won't let him preach.

They? Who is they?

You know full well who's they.

They, who put bread on our table.

[sigh]

I know what I'm

doing, Martha.

Trust me.

Just promise you'll give me 24

hours notice to start packing.

Bless this food to the

nourishment of our bodies.

[phone ringing]

May Your goodness

and mercy be upon us

and with those

less fortunate.

I n Your

holy name. Amen.

(others)

Amen.

No. I got it.

Reverend Tyson.

Oh, hello, John.

Yes, as a matter of fact,

we just sat down...

Yeah, sure, l'd

be happy to listen.

I see.

Un-huh.

Well, I'm sorry

you feel that way,

but I'm afraid

I can't do that.

No.

[phone ringing]

Reverend Tyson.

(male voice)

Is it true you invited

a n*gger to preach

at our church?

Who is this?

'Cause if it's true,

you're gonna regret it.

Who is this?

[dial tone]

[sigh]

(kids, shouting)

Fight! Fight!

Stop it! Stop it!

Tim Tyson!

What are you doing?

He called Daddy

a n*gger-lover.

Your daddy doesn't

need you to defend him.

I wasn't defending

him, Momma.

I was trying

not to be wicked.

Wicked?

Daddy says the wickedest thing we can do

is to do nothing.

[sigh]

Oh, honey.

[ding]

Dorothy.

I came as soon

as I heard.

How's Joe?

He's gonna be okay.

Thank God.

Vernon...

he isn't gonna want to

see you when he comes out.

(Martha)

Vernon? Ls that you?

Vernon?

Dick called.

They scheduled an executive

committee meeting tonight at 7:00.

What was I

thinking, Martha?

Did I really believe I could

change everything by myself?

You're not changing

anything...by yourself.

I'm here.

Stand your ground.

Good evening, everyone.

Reverend Tyson.

Jack, Mr. Pink.

Vernon.

Dick.

I'm assuming we're

all here tonight

because of my invitation to Dr.

Samuel Proctor to speak this Sunday.

Why would you

do this vErnon?

I got people coming

into my store asking me

what kind of ship

we're running here.

Wanting to know did

we really invite

a Negro preacher to stand in our pulpit?

And what did you

tell them, Jack?

I told them

they heard wrong.

Ain't no Negro professor

speaking in our church on Sunday.

Oh, Jack, why in the hell would

you say something like that?

'Cause it's the

truth, Thad!

Vernon, nobody's saying

that it's perfect here,

but we've got good relations

with the Negro community.

This might not be time

to...to stir things up.

What time is

a good time, Dick?

A year from now?

What, five years

from now, Doug?

Does that sound about right? Once

your boys graduate high school?

Ten years from now? Heck, this

is starting to sound like work.

Why don't we just leave it

for the next generation to fix?

lf this man

speaks on Sunday,

there will

be a breach

that will split

this congregation.

Is he worth tearing

this church apart over?

You, um, you can end

this with one call vErnon.

Just call him and tell him don't come.

We're living beneath

a dam, gentlemen,

a dam that's holding back

300 years of wrong.

Now, you can say that dam

ain't going to break

all you want,

but when the rains come

and that dam bursts open

and all that's bad

comes flooding out,

you won't have time

to run for high ground.

Now is the time.

That's why

I invited him.

And that's why I'm not

making that phone call.

Well, that's all

well and good vErnon,

but this is

our church,

and you don't have

a right to do this.

Well, actually, Jack, I

do. And you gave it to me.

This is the Methodist

Book of Discipline.

It defines the rules that

govern our denomination.

And it says...

"the pastor of this church

can determine the number

and the nature of services

held in the sanctuary."

And for the moment, I am still

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