Driving Miss Daisy Page #6

...and whose courageous

acts are yet unseen.

These millions are called upon...

...to gird their courage,

to speak out...

...to offer leadership that is needed.

History will have to record...

...that the greatest tragedy of

this period of social transition...

...was not the vitriolic words and the

violent actions of the bad people...

...but the appalling silence and

indifference of the good people.

And our generation

will have to repent...

...not only for the words and acts

of the children of darkness...

...but also for the fears and

apathy of the children of light.

Morning, Miss Daisy.

Miss Daisy?

Hoke, is that Hoke?

It's me. You all right?

Hoke, what did I do with my papers?

My papers! I had them all

corrected last night...

...and I put them where I wouldn't

forget them on my way to school.

What did you do with them?

What are you talking about?

The children will be disappointed if

I don't give them their homework.

I always give it back the next day.

That's why they like me.

You talking out your head.

Why aren't you helping me?

What'll I do?

Find those papers. I told you.

It's all right if you moved them.

I won't be mad.

But I've got to get to school.

I'll be late.

Who will take care of my class?

They'll be all alone. Oh, God!

I do everything wrong!

Now set down in here. You're

going to fall and hurt yourself.

I'm so sorry. It's all my fault.

I didn't do right.

It's so awful!

Ain't nothing awful except

the way you carrying on.

It's all my fault.

I can't find the papers.

The children are waiting.

There ain't nobody waiting on you.

You ain't a teacher.

It doesn't make any difference.

Now listen, there ain't

nothing wrong with you!

You don't know.

This Hoke here.

What can I do for you?

It's your mama.

What's wrong?

She's taking on something awful.

Why's today different

from any other day?

No, sir. It's not the same.

I'll be right there.

Miss Daisy, now there ain't

nothing wrong with you!

Your mind done took a turn this morning.

You'll snap back if you let yourself.

I can't! I can't!

You're a lucky old woman.

No! It's all a mess now, and

I can't do anything about it.

Now look at you. You rich,

you well for your time.

You got folks who care

what happens to you.

I am being trouble. I don't

want to be trouble to anybody.

You want something to cry about,

I'll run you to the state home...

...let you see what's laying out there.

I bet there ain't one of them

carrying on the way you doing.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Those poor children.

You keep this up and Mr. Werthan's

going to call that doctor on you.

Just as sure as you born, that doctor is

going to have you out in that asylum.

Now is that the way you want it to be?

Do you still have that Hudson?

You talking about from

when I first come here?

No, Miss Daisy.

That thing been in the junkyard now...

more than 15 years.

I'm driving your next to last car now.

It's running fine as wine, too.

You ought not to be driving

anything the way you see.

Now, how you know how I can see

'less'n you can look out my eyes.

You're my best friend.

- Go on now, Miss Daisy.

- No, really.

You are.

You are.

Well, Hoke, good to see you!

- You didn't drive yourself here?

- No, sir. I don't drive now.

My granddaughter drove me.

My Lord, is she old enough to drive?

Michelle is nigh on 37 years old now.

She's teaching biology at

yonder Spelman College.

I never knew that.

Seems mighty funny to sell the

house while Mama's still alive.

Yes, sir, I imagine it do.

But she hasn't been inside

the door for two years.

I know.

I suppose you don't see her very much.

No, sir, I don't.

It's hard, not driving, Mr. Werthan.

There's no bus that goes out yonder.

Course, I take a taxicab

as often as I can.

I' m sure she appreciates it.

Some days she's better than others.

But then, who ain't?

Happy Thanksgiving, Mama!

Look who I brought!

Morning, Miss Daisy.

You been keeping yourself busy?

She certainly has.

She goes to jewelry making...

How many times a week?

She makes all kinds of things.

Pins, bracelets...

She's a regular Tiffany's.

Isn't that something!

Are you all right, Mama?

Hoke, I thought of you the other day.

- I saw an Avondale milk truck.

- Is that right?

A big monster of a thing.

Must've had 16 wheels.

Go on away from here.

I wondered how you'd have

liked driving that around.

Hoke came to see me, not you.

This is one of her good days.

Mama, Florine said to wish you a happy

Thanksgiving. She's in Washington.

She's a Republican National

Committeewoman now.

Good God!

Go charm the nurses!

She wants you all to herself.

You are a doodle, Mama.

Boolie paying you still?

Every week.

How much?

Now that's between him and me.

Highway robbery!

It sure is.

It sure is.

How are you?

I'm doing the best I can.

Me, too.

Well, that's about all

there is to it then.

Look it here.

You didn't eat your Thanksgiving pie.

Go on now.

Here, let me help you.

Is it good?

Here comes some more.

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