Get on the Bus Page #6

Want me to stay

and prove I'm liberal?

I don't have to prove

anything to anybody.

I think affirmative action

has been f***ed up.

I think O.J. Is a cold-blooded murderer

who slaughtered two innocent people.

There it is.

And I bet you wish there were

more white players in the NBA.

Let's just get it out

in the open, huh?

I bet you'd like to call me a n*gger.

Or what do you call it?

I'll allow you to say it.

I never called anybody that

in my life.

But this bus is going to the Farrakhan

march, and I can't be part of that.

This is not just Farrakhan's march.

He called Judaism a gutter religion.

He said Hitler was a great man.

I wouldn't expect you to drive a bus

to a Ku Klux Klan rally.

So now you're comparing this

to a Klan rally.

Either you'll kick my ass,

you'll cover for me or I'll get fired.

But no way am I getting my

white ass back in that bus.

So, what's it gonna be?

If you feel that way,

you shouldn't get back on the bus.

I'll cover for you, Rick.

See you in L.A.

Thanks, George.

Is there a problem?

Sorry, I just never seen this many

people in here before.

- Where are y'all from?

- L.A.

Long way from Los Angeles.

- We're going to the Million Man March.

- No kidding?

- Guess where these fellas are headed?

- Where?

The Million Man March.

No fooling?

That's what they said.

Farrakhan is the new

black leader, huh?

The new black leader?

Like Martin Luther King was.

You could say that.

Not really.

But he's one of our leaders.

The only one that could pull this off.

What about that stuff they say?

About him thinking the white man

is the devil, that true?

- Yep.

- No.

Not really.

Actually, Farrakhan...

...is pro-black.

That doesn't mean he's anti-white

or anything else.

- I assume you feel the same way?

- Oh, yeah.

- I'm Rodney.

- Evan.

- This here's Mitch.

- How you doing, Mitch?

I'm Smooth.

Evan Junior.

Just Smooth.

What's with the handcuffs?

It's personal.

I can talk for myself.

It's a court order.

Judge mandated that I be

in the custody of my father.

- A judge?

- It was either community service...

...and this for 72 hours...

...or me serving

a one-year sentence.

So, what'd you do?

I stole something from a grocery.

Like a candy bar or something?

No, like money

out the cash register.

Damn!

It wasn't at gunpoint or nothing...

But it was still a boneheaded

thing to do. You know better.

How do you know what I know?

I know your mother taught you

better than that, okay?

Yeah, put it off on Moms.

We'll talk later.

What's this for?

First-prize amateur rodeo,

steer wrestling.

I used to do a little rodeo myself.

Yeah.

Then an old sassy horse kicked me

where the sun don't shine.

Ever hear tell of a black cowboy

named Bill Pickett?

Sounds familiar.

He invented steer wrestling.

One day...

...Bill was loading cattle

onto this stock car...

...and one longhorn got away.

Bill hopped on his horse...

...and chased that heifer.

When he got close, he slid down,

grabbed her horns...

...turned her head, wrestled that cow

straight back to the stock car.

And that's how

he invented steer wrestling.

- Black guy, huh?

- That's right. Bill Pickett.

Damn.

Well, what do you know?

Howdy.

What's up?

You been down here before?

No, ain't never been

out of South Central.

There's another urinal. You don't

have to wait for me to finish.

That's all right.

I'm just gonna wash up.

You wash your hands any more,

you'll rinse away the melanin.

Thank you.

There they are! How you doing?

How are you, my brothers?

Hey, brother.

Good morning to you, now.

Good morning to you.

Excuse me there, young blood.

How you all doing, brothers?

- What happened to your driving partner?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean?

- He had something to do.

He bailed?

Don't worry, I'll get us there.

DC's not just around the corner.

The devil wants us to throw in

the towel, but I'll still get us there.

Hey!

- Excuse me.

- What can I do for you?

I just heard you're going

to the DC march.

You heard right.

Well, well.

My name's Wendell. Wendell Perry.

I own a car dealership here

in Memphis. Lexus SC 400...

...$75,000.

And it's mine.

- We already have a ride, brother.

- Oh, no, no, no.

I'm not trying to make a sale.

I want to tag along.

You want to come with us?

Yes, indeed.

It's the place to be,

and I want to be there.

All I need is a ride from y'all.

I wish I could help you...

...but everybody paid money

to get on this bus.

Oh, well, brother...

...if you're concerned about money...

That ain't what I'm talking about.

You see, if I pick up any strays,

I could lose this gig. Understand?

We won't say anything.

I'm with them.

The man says he wants to come

to Washington, let him come.

He's a brother.

Yeah, Pop, but every brother

ain't righteous, so mind if I...?

Go ahead.

- Yeah.

- Yep.

So none of you brothers have any

objections picking him up?

No, sir.

I have no objections to him,

but that funky cigar's gotta go.

- No smoking.

- No problem.

- Well, Wendell, welcome aboard.

- Thank you.

Wendell Perry.

Man, there's nothing like the sunrise.

Reminds me of heaven.

Been there, huh?

I'm just saying I can't imagine

what could be nicer.

Times like now you couldn't pay me

a million bucks to do something else.

If you weren't driving,

would you still be going?

You kidding me?

Even if I didn't want to...

...the women wouldn't let me

hear the end of it.

- They wanted you to come?

- They insisted.

"George, you find time

to watch football...

...you better find time to go to DC."

Or, " Daddy, I know you're

gonna be there, right?"

You got a houseful of women.

Yeah, I got two girls and a wife.

You got kids?

No, man.

Keep Jimmy in his pants,

locked up tight.

Finish school. Get a career.

Get married. Then have babies.

You don't have to worry about me.

You're attached to that thing, huh?

One day my kids'll see these tapes.

You'll be a Hollywood hotshot.

Just might surprise you.

That would be a nice one.

Hollywood thinks

they got us all figured out.

And the evening news.

Yeah, George, they sum us up

with the four R's:

Rap, rape, rob and riot.

Who's making the coffee?

- When you find out, let me know.

- I'll take a cup.

How long you been in Memphis?

Born and raised.

- You never lived anywhere else?

- No. Don't intend to.

Business must be good.

Couldn't be better.

Let that be a lesson to you.

Work hard, graduate from school.

White man can't hold you down, I don't

care what they say. Get an education.

But don't just go anywhere.

You see me? I went to Vanderbilt.

In Nashville.

I graduated Phi Beta Kappa.

You'd never catch me going to

a n*gger school, like Fisk.

All them n*ggers know how to do

is step and sing.

Sell fish sandwiches

to get textbooks.

Y'all better open up these windows,

it's getting funky.

Jay forgot his deodorant.

We're used to it.

F*** you. I'm sick.

Young blood, do something

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