Manderlay Page #11

with the present matter: Timothy.

A slave from Group 7

has committed a theft

that almost ruined us all.

As I've determined that

Mam's Law does not prescribe

any punishment for stealing money,

I shall have to be creative.

What was it you once said, Flora?

Something about planting

a bottle of Rhenish wine?

I do believe

there's a bottle of Rhenish wine

under Timothy's saddle.

Don't you?

So that's what I seen

when I went there yesterday.

If it wasn't

a bottle of Rhenish wine!

There was still ten minutes until

her slavishly punctual father

would arrive outside

to wait for his 15 minutes

and not a second longer.

Just enough time

for a verbal farewell salute.

Timothy, you can stop

being proud and silent.

Cry... and shout...

...and beg for mercy...

...like the Mansi you are.

The Mansi

who you despise so much.

And it's that hatred, Timothy,

and the rest of you

bear towards yourselves

that you'll never make me accept!

You are a cheat

of the lowest kind.

And Wilhelm and all of you

who follow him

are nothing but

a bunch of traitors to your race.

I hope that your fellow Negroes

will, one day,

uncover your betrayal

and punish you for it!

You make me sick!

I'm sure you're quite right,

Miss Grace.

Most likely it's impossible

to revile us n*ggers enough.

But what I don't get is,

why it makes you so angry?

What do you mean?

Aren't you forgetting something?

You made us!

Probably the only thing that could

have stopped the lady with the whip

from carrying on forever

was the cheerful tinkle that

announced her father's presence.

She needed his support now.

Manderlay, too, really was a place

the world would be better off without.

Grace recognized

her father's handwriting.

"Dear Girl,"it said.

Dear Girl.

So you tricked your father

yet again.

I waited the 15 minutes first,

but I am too kind-hearted.

So I popped over to the fence

behind the bushes and peeked inside

to check that you were okay.

To my great surprise

it really did look as if you had

a good grip on things, for once.

I'm proud of you, my girl.

I hope we meet up some day

so you can tell me what you

actually meant

by "new times at Manderlay."

Love,

Your dumb old Dad.

Ballots could be unrivaled,

but determining the time by

public debate was rarely feasible.

That was quite apparent.

Grace had but a few seconds to

choose the direction in which to flee

away from

her swarthy pursuers who,

as her father had so teasingly

predicted, were carrying torches.

Grace was in a hurry and did not

notice Bert, the former fugitive

with a liberal attitude to other races

who never did make it far.

Grace was angry.

Manderlay had fossilized

in a picture of this country

that was far, far too negative.

America was a many-faceted

place, no doubt about it.

But "not ready"

to accept black people?

You really could not say that.

America had proffered its hand,

discreetly perhaps,

but if anybody refused

to see a helping hand...

... he really

only had himself to blame.

# They pulled in

just behind the bridge #

# He lays her down,

he frowns #

# " Gee, my life's a funny thing,

am I still too young?" #

# He kissed her then and there #

# She took his ring,

took his babies #

# It took him minutes,

took her nowhere #

# Heaven knows,

she'd have taken anything but #

# All night #

# She wants a young American #

# Young American,

young American #

# She wants the young American #

# All night #

# She wants the young American #

# Scanning life

through the picture windows #

# She finds the slinky vagabond #

# He coughs as he passes

her Ford Mustang #

# But Heaven forbid

she'll take anything #

# But the freak and his type,

all for nothing #

# He misses a step

and cuts his hand but #

# Showing nothing,

he swoops like a song, she cries #

# "Where have all Papa's

heroes gone?" #

# All night #

# She wants the young American #

# Young American,

young American #

# She wants the young American #

# All night #

# Well, she wants

the young American #

# All the way from Washington #

# Her breadwinner begs off

the bathroom floor #

# "We live for

just these 20 years #

# Do we have to die

for the 50 more?" #

# All night #

# He wants the young American #

# Young American,

young American #

# He wants the young American #

# All right #

# He wants the young American #

# Do you remember

your President Nixon? #

# Do you remember

the bills you have to pay #

# Or even yesterday? #

# Have you been

an un-American #

# Just you and your idol

singing falsetto about #

# Leather, leather everywhere #

# And not a myth left

from the ghetto #

# Well, well, well,

would you carry a razor #

# In case,

just in case of depression? #

# Sit on your hands

on the bus of survivors #

# Blushing at

all the Afro-Sheerners #

# Ain't that close to love? #

# Well, ain't that poster love? #

# Well, it ain't that Barbie doll #

# Her heart's been broken

just like you have #

# All night #

# All night you want

the young American #

# Young American,

young American #

# You want

the young American #

# All night #

# You want the young American #

# You ain't a pimp

and you ain't a hustler #

# A pimp's got a Caddy

and a lady's got a Chrysler #

# Blacks got respect

and whites got a soul train #

# Mama's got cramps

and look at your hands shake #

# I heard the news today,

oh boy #

# I got a suite

and you got defeat #

# Ain't there a man

who can say no more? #

# Ain't there a woman

I can sock on the jaw? #

# Ain't there a child I can hold

without judging? #

# Ain't there a pen

that will write before they die? #

# Ain't you proud

that you've still got faces? #

# Ain't there one damn song

that can make me #

# Break down and cry? #

# All right #

# I want the young American #

# Young American,

young American #

# I want the young American #

# All right #

# I want the young American,

young American #

# Young American,

young American #

# I want the young American #

# All night #

# You want it,

I want you #

# You want I,

I want you want #

# Young American,

young American #

# I want the young American #

# All night #

# And all I want

is a young American #

# Young American,

young American #

# I want the young American #

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