Woodlawn
1
If you'd have asked me
in 1973 if I believed in miracles,
I'd have said absolutely not.
I'd have told you it's a brutal world
out there, and my only comfort in it
is that I am the master of my own fate.
I'm the captain of my soul.
Some call what happened here a miracle,
and there is only one explanation,
only one way any of this
could've happened.
In the city of Birmingham,
the Department of Justice some time ago
instituted an investigation,
an attack on the city's
segregation ordinance.
I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama.
Some very, very good friends
of mine were killed by bombs,
bombs that were planted by racists.
I remember,
from the time I was very small,
I remember the sounds of bombs
exploding across the street,
our house shaking.
So what do you expect
with that type of injustice?
We are angry.
They killed Kennedy.
They killed King.
They killed Evers.
of a future at this point.
Not much at all.
They're just killing
everybody that wanna...
For the nation itself.
The true picture of what goes on here
can even be seen in American television.
If you look at it long enough,
the emptiness,
the spiritual bleakness,
the loss of meaning,
the loss of purpose.
There's no unity in the world.
You couldn't rally 500 people
to sincerely fight
for the same common cause,
no matter what that cause
might be, unless it's dollars.
The result of this is, of course,
the chaos that we live in.
They set fire to the country.
Get ridiculed, and you know,
discriminated, you know,
and be less than a man.
I don't think it's right, you know?
I draw the line in the dust
and toss the gauntlet
before the feet of tyranny,
and I say segregation now,
segregation tomorrow,
and segregation forever.
It's a sad day here in Birmingham,
a heartbreaking day,
the Crimson Tide about to be defeated
by the Trojans of Southern Cal
Sam "Bam" Cunningham.
A tough loss for
What happened, Coach?
We just got the stew
beat out of us by USC.
You weren't paying attention?
Why'd you bring USC to Birmingham?
Trying to make some sort of statement?
That's it, son.
We have a visitor.
Gentlemen, if wanting to win is a fault,
then I plead guilty.
I like to win.
Know no other way.
It's in my blood.
When I get beat, which
I like it to be by an opponent
worthy of my respect.
Fine game, son.
Thank you, sir.
Brave of you to play it.
Thank y'all for coming down here.
Where you been, Coach?
Talking to a real football player.
Time and a place for everything.
Ain't that what the Good Book says?
In memory of the 10-year
anniversary of the bombing
of the 16th Street
Baptist Church in Birmingham,
here's the late
What murdered these four girls?
The apathy and the complacency
of many Negro
who will sit down on
their stools and do nothing
and not engage in creative protests
to get rid of this evil system.
Tell your mom I'll be home late.
Nobody forcing you to play.
You know that, right?
You sound like Mama now.
She just don't wanna see you get hurt.
That's just natural.
Hey, Tony.
Where you live from?
Love you, boy.
I'm frustrated all the time
by what I see,
and wonder when it'll end
and if it ever will end.
What do you think?
It's unbelievable.
What's the name of the school?
Woodlawn.
Listen up, guys.
Listen up.
Morton.
Allyson.
Parker.
Parker?
Anger.
I see it in your faces.
You're angry because of what's
happened to this school.
You've been berated...
or beaten...
or shot at.
So have I.
None of us chose this.
It was forced on us.
But we can choose together
what we will do with it.
So, if it is anger that unites us,
then let's use that anger to win, boys.
about everything, doesn't it?
Are there any questions?
I didn't think so.
Let's go do it.
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
It's not that hot out here, boy.
Come on, let's go!
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Stay down, boy.
You don't belong.
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
That's my boy!
- You see that?
- I'm right here, Jerry.
Hey, it's okay, cupcake.
That was just Superman
flying over your head.
It's not your fault.
Watch your mouth, boy!
Hey! Hey!
That's enough!
Suicides, everybody, thanks to you two.
Let's go.
Look at the man beside you.
This is what happens when
instead of fighting to be a team.
You shower when we're done, Superman.
Over, under, through, and tie.
Let me help you.
I don't wanna go.
It's okay.
Your school is not like my school.
Will it ever be?
Over, under, through.
Ready?
Yes, sir.
Let's go.
See ya, buddy.
Mornin'.
In whose world?
I am Coach Gerelds.
I love football and not science,
so please pay attention
while I give you all the answers.
Okay, let's get started.
Hey, you gonna quit?
Why?
It's what y'all do.
Come in.
Hey, Coach.
I'm Hank.
So, you're making plays?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Look, I know you're a busy man,
so I'll get right to the point.
I'd like to have a meeting
with your football team.
About what?
Jesus Christ.
Oh, wow, what are you,
some kind of preacher or something?
No, no, not a preacher.
I'm a sports chaplain, actually.
I like to find different
teams to work with.
I just wanna talk to 'em.
Well, I'm sorry, Hank, but you can't.
You know this is a public school?
Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
Look, I've seen some things
all over the country.
I've seen amazing things.
Well, you are not gonna see them here.
I think your players could use it.
Listen, Hank, if my team
needs something,
I will tell you.
Wait up, Johnnie.
So, who is she?
Her name Johnnie, I told you.
That's her real name?
That's the name she go by.
If you're so curious, why
don't you just ask her yourself?
Of course, that would
require you to actually talk,
or ride the bus with the rest of us.
I talk.
She don't even know you exist.
Nobody does.
How she gonna see what's invisible?
Reggie...
Hey, break it up!
Break it up, now!
I expect you to control
your school, son!
Five hundred kids getting bussed to
a place every day they don't wanna be.
Twenty-five hundred kids
don't want 'em here.
What did you think was gonna happen?
What's he talking for?
He ain't got a right here.
- Let me deal with it.
I don't have to stand here
and be berated by this gentleman.
- Coach!
- I'm not done!
Now, who do you think you are?
Oh yeah, you're the assistant principal.
Only reason you are that is
'cause we ain't got nobody else.
Now, if you're done, I got
something to say to you.
our city first time in a decade,
so I think it's time our town
came to its right and proper balance.
And if that means closing
the doors to this school,
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