My Son John Page #11

I was going to help

make a better world.

I was flattered when I was

immediately recognized

as an intellect.

I was invited to homes

where only superior minds

communed.

It excited my freshman fancy

to hear daring thoughts

that I wouldn't have dreamed of

when I lived at home.

A bold defiance

of the only authorities

my church,

and my mother and father.

I know that many of you

have experienced

that stimulation.

But stimulants lead

to narcotics.

As the cellar

of habit forming dope

gives the innocent

their first inoculations

with a cunning worthy

of a serpent.

There are other snakes

lying in wait

to satisfy the desire

of the young

to dedicate themselves

to something positive,

to give their existence purpose.

And the lure is to every young

American's sense of justice,

their love of fair play

that makes all decent men

rebel against the evil forces

that exploit the weak.

With the purest

and noblest motives,

we eagerly embrace

an organized, definite,

and active movement

to alleviate the suffering

all around us.

Our beautiful liberalism

is now aroused

and we have faith in ourselves,

our comrades.

Somewhere along the line,

our brain has been numbed

so that we have substituted

faith in man

for faith in God.

Even now, the eyes

of Soviet agents

are on some of you.

They have observed

your abilities

and seen qualities

that I once possessed.

It's too late to save me.

It is not too late for you

to save yourselves.

No one warned me as solemnly

as I am warning you now.

Hold fast to honor, it's sacred.

No one tried to live the part

they wrote for me

more than I did.

But living it

with no spiritual compass,

i lost all sense of direction.

Any means justified their ends.

Shameless falsehood,

self-abasement, treachery.

And before I realized

the enormity

of the steps i had taken,

i was an enemy of my country

and the servant

of a foreign power.

Now you know that the honor

conferred upon me

in this citation is false.

Every word in it is a lie

because I am a living lie.

I am a traitor.

I am a native American

communist spy.

And may God have mercy

on my soul.

There is another paper

waiting for me,

this time truthfully worded,

a warrant for my arrest.

That is my proper degree

and this is also

my commencement day,

the beginning of a new life,

so help me, God.

There's their chapel.

Uhhuh.

Let's pray for John, hm?

There was a lot

of good in what he said.

Some of those...

yes, let's hope

they forget what he did.

And pray they remember

what he said today.

Yes.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes