Gabriel Over the White House Page #4

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since the police of the big cities

have been lined up outside our camps.

Praying that we don't start something.

That's right, I don't want anything

to be taken away from their prayers.

We're going to Washington

and you won't stop us.

Can't get anything in Washington.

The American government is...

like the American people...

just a bunch of b*obs.

We're going to Washington

and look into this government...

that lets decent men starve,

and fosters a lot of vultures.

I get you, Diamond.

But you can't put a million men

on the spot.

We're leaving for Washington, tonight.

That's fine... Just thought

I'd have a talk with you...

and get your viewpoint.

I think I can find my way back alone,

if it's alright with you.

Perfectly alright...

No hard feelings.

But don't be too hasty.

I should give the matter

a little more thought, if I were you.

Bronson...

Cigarette?

That ain't my brand.

A-mouldering in the grave...

John Brown's body lies

a-mouldering in the grave...

John Brown's body

lies a-mouldering in the grave...

But his soul goes marching on.

John Brown's body lies

a-mouldering in the grave...

John Brown's body lies

a-mouldering in the grave...

John Brown's body lies

a-mouldering in the grave...

But we'll go marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah...

Don't mind me, boys!

Carry on... to Washington...

Glory, glory, hallelujah...

And we'll go marching on!

The Secretary for War

has instructed you..

To have tanks and cavalry

move on Baltimore tonight?

We believe the unemployed army...

will make camp for the night

in the Baltimore parks.

Mr President, the Secretary of War

would like to see you immediately.

- He seems very much disturbed.

- Yes, I thought he would be.

- Show him in.

- Mr President...

Splendid Mr President.

The general has told you my plans?

All I need is your authority

to mobilise the army...

to disperse these unemployed vagrants,

when they reach Baltimore.

Mr Secretary, the War Department will supply

food, shelter and medical requirements...

to these men in their camp tonight.

Mr President, are you out of your mind?!

In 1918 we forced 4 million men to accept

the hospitality of the government.

- But that was war!

- This is war, and the enemy is starvation.

At one time we gave

millions of tons of food...

to the starving Russians, the starving

Chinese, and the starving Belgians.

Now we can feed our own people.

As President of the United States,

my first duty is to the people.

But if you encourage

these ruffians...

I haven't the time or

inclination for argument...

Resign, or get on with your job.

Tons of food rotting...

Millions of people starving.

What's to prevent us from putting this food

into the mouths of the hungry?

Mr Beekman...

Would you please make arrangements for me to

leave for Baltimore, early in the morning.

He mustn't go and face that mob...

There's no telling what

might happen to him.

I thought you said a simple honest man

could solve everything.

I'm beginning to have a faith in him,

I never had before.

He's way ahead of ME.

The way he thinks is so simple

and honest, it sounds...

It sounds a little crazy.

He's doing the things

you wanted.

And if he's mad,

it's a divine madness.

Look at the chaos

and catastrophe...

the sane men of this world

have brought about.

Mr President, I am responsible

for your personal safety...

And I refuse to let you go

alone into that camp.

Logan, you heard what happened

to Secretary of State Brookes.

This is Alice Bronson.

My poor child,

I am with you in your grief.

I pay tribute to the martyr...

John Bronson...

Who gave his life in this effort to arouse the

stupid lazy people of the United States...

to force their government

to do something...

before everybody slowly

starves to death.

It is not fitting for

citizens of America...

to come on weary feet to

seek their president.

It is rather for their president

to seek them out...

and to bring to them the last

full measure of protection and help.

And so I come to YOU.

I feel certain the last thing

you men want, is charity...

Money for idleness, and the demoralisation

that follows in its wake.

17 years ago the government

put guns and bayonets in our hands...

and told us to bring back peace.

We did.

Now put shovels and

picks in our hands...

and we'll really

bring back prosperity.

We want work!

We want work!

Exactly!

You have been told there is

no chance of getting work.

But I say there IS work, necessary work..

Waiting to be done.

I'm going to make you a proposition...

You've been called the army

of the unemployed.

You're soldiers trained,

not in the arts of war...

but in the greater arts of peace.

Trained, not to destroy,

but to build up...

if someone will give you a job.

I propose therefore to create an army,

to be known as the Army of Construction.

You'll be enlisted,

subject to military discipline.

You'll receive army rates of pay.

You'll be fed, clothed and housed,

as we did our wartime army.

You'll be put to work,

each one of you in your own field...

from baking loaves of bread,

to building great dams...

without one dollar of profit

accruing to anyone.

Then, as the wheels of industry

begin to turn...

stimulated by these efforts...

you'll be gradually retired

from this construction army..

Back into private industry...

as rapidly as industry

can absorb you.

That's all very well,

Mr President...

but what's Congress

going to say to all this?

I've called a special session of Congress

for tomorrow.

I shall ask them for funds

to carry out my plans...

for the rehabilitation of America.

If they give me these funds tomorrow...

I shall immediately open the first

Construction Army recruiting station...

here in Baltimore.

And you shall be my first soldiers.

Mr President...

Your address to Congress

on the Construction Army.

My address to Congress?

What's this? Who wrote this?

Why, you did Mr President.

No, Miss Malloy, I didn't write this.

I never saw...

Oh, yes, my address to Congress.

Beek...

Beek!

What's the matter, Pendy?

I've just seen something.

He didn't know his own words, Beek!

And then he lifted his head...

for all the world,

as if he were listening.

There was something in the room

that made me shiver.

And then he just smiled and said...

"Yes, of course."

What do you think it means?

Well, we felt from the beginning

that the president was really two men.

But I became aware

somehow tonight...

of a third being.

I know that sounds impossible.

I'm not a very religious person,

Beek, but...

Does it seem too fanciful

to believe...

that God might have sent

the angel Gabriel...

to do for Judd Hammond,

what He did for Daniel.

Gabriel? I thought he was

a messenger of wrath.

Not always.

For some, he was

The Angel of Revelations...

sent as a messenger from God,

to men.

Gabriel over The White House.

Mine eyes have seen the glory

of the coming of the Lord...

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