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[opening instrumental hip-hop beats playing]

[piano riffs into the beats]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[both laugh]

So you're gonna just continue this like

like you don't see me, like you can't--

-[U.S mom] I can't. -[U.S son] Wow!

There's this sound. Feeling. A presence--

A presence, it's in the room and it's getting closer--

You sound like you in church--

Gotcha!

-[son] So, if I put my hands up? -[mom] A threat. Threatening.

-Slowly? -[mom] Provocative.

-Showed my palms-- -[mom] Inflammatory. Could be.

[mom] Resisting. No.

-But somewhere, like-- -[mom] Definitely no.

-To just-- But. But-- -[mom] Uh-uh. Defying. Aggression.

-An act of aggression. -But just to show that they're--

[mom] That won't work that doesn't work son.

[mom] Belligerent.

-I didn't-- but I wasn't-- -[mom] I know.

-But by my--? Not even by my--? -Attitude.

Concealing. Obscuring. Cocky--

But I'm just cold.

-Masking. -What?

I know, son.

-My hands together-- -[mom] Sarcastic,

-challenging, provocative, -But-- Mom!

which is, can be, is incendiary to them.

Holding hands, holding hands come on--

[mom] Collusion, complicity, complacency and--

Who you holdin' hands with?

[laughs]

Attitude, arrogance, insolence, defiance.

Don't do that. Don't do that. Don't!

Don't. Don't son.

-Aggressive. -But I haven't--

[mom] Aggressive.

I know, I know, son.

Antagonistic. Ignorant. Just hostile.

-[son] But-- -[mom] Hostile.

[son] Right.

Nuthin about this right.

[son] If... If... If I look--

if I look at them as a man

which you said was good.

As a man then, right? Which you said was good.

'Confident', which you said was-- how you raised me.

[mom] We did.

So. Confident. Confidence.

Confidently looking at them...

It's good but not... Good.

-It is, but it's not. -If I look away?

-Confrontational. -Mom!

Bold, evasive, elusive, ambiguous, cagey--

But if I turn away-- if I turn? Mom,

turn away to-to-to-- go to make like I--?

-No.

-If I turn away to walk away-- -Son...

-Turn, so that I-- -No.

-[son] So then-- but I'd be--

-Impudence, disobedience, impertinence.

But I'd be-- My back, turn it so that my back--

Don't turn your back, don't turn your back.

If I look away to avoid looking at--

-Guilty-- -But if I look like I'm lookin'

but just look past--

No. Doesn't work, won't work.

If I look at the floor--

Hell no. We didn't raise you to look at no floor son!

Then...

But if I...

Then...

Then.

[beats playing]

[son sighs]

[U.S Elder] Before the sun got cold,

turned the skies to grey,

before the wind got busy

and rain decided it couldn't be fucked to fall.

Before the seasons decided they weren't worth changing

we wasn't worth the effort

we weren't worth changing for.

Before the cars start up

before the streets start to fill

before the workers work,

before the cleaners clean everybody else's dirt.

Before the air gets thick

before the air gets stale

before the air isn't and but...

Before the organised call, the call and response

before the coverage,

the courage,

the placards, the publicity.

Before the official route, the phone footage,

the T-shirts, the graffiti, the street art.

Before the famous, before the congregation,

before making it family-friendly

sound bite-friendly before making us look friendly.

You okay?

[elder] Before leaders appointed themselves

before speakers lined up to speak [laughs]

before people stood up and spoke

stood up and spoke for me

without askin' me if I needed to be stood and spoke up for.

Before those that want to be at the front

to be seen at the front

push up front being up front

pushing past to be present.

To be seen to be seen.

Before it was uploaded

-downloaded, offloaded, done-- -[mom] Son?

Before they tried to dissect it

disrespect it

tried to disrupt it

counter it, infiltrate it, to destroy it.

Before they thought they got away with it.

[man laughs]

Before the liberals tried to claim it,

reinterpret it

appropriate it.

Before the dogs spat and the pigs barked

and the people spat and the dogs barked,

before hateful eyes

more hate-filled than their hate-fueled mouths.

When actions were actively violent

violently violating us

and inaction was violent

violently violating us.

Before our children had no chance to be children,

had no choice

have no choice but to be involved.

When involved was physical,

was difficult, was dangerous,

is physical, is difficult, is dangerous.

Is relentless.

When protest was risk-- is risk

when lynching was sport is sport.

When their norms

that weren't normal aren't normal

were called out are called out

called on and challenged.

When what's been sanitised

was messy was painful

is messy, is painful.

When what's been epitomised

was, is and will be fuckin' hard.

[hands clapping in unison]

[hands clapping in unison]

[hands clapping in unison]

Before our history and her-story

got, gets, is shiny-fied

and simplified by those who were never there.

Before those that's sleepin'

shout loudest 'bout they woke

[scoffs] And how.

The wokest of the wokest

of wokedom confusin' those that don't know no better

confusin' theirselves.

Before the dead--

our dead turn in their graves

'til they can't turn no more

tossing in their unease.

Before all that--

before alla that...

I was here.

[instrumental music playing]

We was.

Is all I'm sayin'.

It's not a competition.

[elder] It's not no competition.

-It's not-- -But if it was...

shit.

We woulda won.

[upbeat music continues]

[U.K] When I was picked up and didn't know why

and asked and asked

when they told me I was being aggressive

-when I weren't. -You weren't.

When they said I was shoutin' when I was speakin'--

You was speaking.

-Then changed it to I was-- -Acting aggressive.

When they wouldn't answer me when I asked them

what "acting aggressive" was,

when they changed it to "you're talking aggressive".

When they joked at themselves that we all--

sound aggressive.

-To them, anyway. -[instrumental music playing]

When they said I was being provocative--

and I asked them, "How?"

And they said, "Physically."

And I asked them, "How?"

When there's four a them and one a me.

And they said, "Asking was provocative,"

and I said "Asking ain't physical," and they said--

"Your mouth will get you into trouble

so best you shut up."

When I asked them, "Why me?"

"Fits the description of."

And the description they described was so shit.

It was laughable.

When the second of the four said, "Stop that."

The third of the four a them cuffed my hands

sayin', "See?"

[sighs]

I stopped speakin'.

But then I started shoutin'.

I did start shoutin', fuck it!

And my people stopped to see and saw the four of them,

and the one of me.

Some a the young ones witnessing.

Filmin', phones out like a high-tech self defence,

but then threatened to keep walking with,

"There's nothin' to see here."

It being made clearer than crystal

what would happen to them if they didn't, so they...

An elder shouts back,

"Know your rights, sista!"

The four of us got more rights than you

and we know them better than the few you got

that I know you don't even know.

[sighs]

Your silence can be used against you in the court of law.

Why is all of this even--?

You'll get all you need to know down the station.

When they said my reluctance was resistance,

and my hesitation was obstruction,

when they dropped "Resisting arrest"

like it was a lyric,

dropping me to the concrete like a reflex.

When I was pushed in the back into the back of their car

cuffs cutting my skin,

but holding my shakin' voice to just about not shake

and steady say as passively as I can that

"I think you have the wrong--"

"Your mouth has already got you here.

You don't learn, do ya?"

When I sat in that cell,

with the fourth of the four of them standing on his ones

tellin' me how we become unwell

can become unwell

tellin' me the suicide rates of us in their 'care'

tellin' me that they could say to you...

[instrumental drum beat]

[drum crescendo]

[drum crescendo]

[U.S] I feel sick--

[U.S] -Come on now. -Not sick-sick but sick

they got me feeling some toxic mothafuckin'--

excuse my fuckin' language.

You ain't the first.

Young thing. No way near.

[older adult] Excuse my language.

[older adult] There's been smarter,

will be smarter there is smarter

I'm not trying to- but they'll be--

I say I was the smartest? I say I was the best--?

[older adult] There is smarter there is better than you.

You sit and wait on perfect

if that's what you waitin' on

some-some super freakin' college hero

some higher fuckin' being intervenin' in this shit--

Young 'un!

You sit and wait on that perfect

because I never said I was-- could be was--

You don't get to put words in my mouth.

You waitin' on perfect, still waiting.

Your ill-informed not fully-formed

half-thinking words in my mouth,

shit words in my mouth?

You don't get to do that.

-[older adult] I said-- -Sir, I ain't said-- sayin'--

Would say that 'bout me. Sir.

So...

[sighs]

How you do?

How you do this? How you do you?

And don't say, 'You know.'

-I do me despite the-- -I'm doin' me

tryin' to do me won't let me be me

and I ain't despitin' nothin'

I'ma change some shit to allow me to be me--.

You gonna let me finish?

[sighs] Did you finish?

If you finished what you finished we wouldn't--

I wouldn't be--

You got a short memory and a disrespectful mouth

fill one before the other

and I suggest you start with that,

to affect that.

Stop you soundin' like you stupid!

Don't shake it for me.

-Young 'un you tellin' me what-- -No, sir.

No Sir, but...

I said, give me a reason to not.

-It's not easy. -[young adult] Ask if it was?

-Don't get no easier-- -[young adult] I said it did?

-It's hard to live with. -I can live with it.

[older adult] Aint in his name.

He ain't here to specify that's the point!

-He never said for this! -He never said, "Not for this"

and if he were still here maybe he would've said

"Do somethin'."

Do fuckin' somethin'!

You do somethin’ for me if it was-

[older man] It wasn’t and it aint.

You do something for me if it was?

Would you?

Would you?

And if it ain't in his name,

there's a list, century-long of names

that I could...

...would...

...will...

do it in if you ain't gonna give me no good reason to not.

It will lead to a blood bath.

This is a blood bath.

-Would lead to a war. -This is a war.

-[older adult] You couldn't survive. -Barely surviving now.

You ain't helping. You ain't helpful like this.

How has this shit helped?

Read a book. What? Then what?

Shake your head at a article?

See a image, turn over the TV,

walk past a protest, then what?

Really, how has-- and I ain't talkin' about no dusty shit--

Young 'un don't question me. Don't.

[soft choir music]

Go listen to those who have lived more than you,

years on you, talk quieter than you,

and listen harder to them

that don't say a damn thing.

Look at how they know what they know,

what they seen, what they been

what they weren't able to be so you could.

If you shut your damn mouth for two minutes

you wouldn't have to be asking half of your stupid questions,

Sir, I ain't--

and fuck your disrespectful respect.

Excuse my fucking language.

[hip-hop theme music]

[theme music continues playing]

[theme music continues playing]

[U.K] Y'dun know!

I done somethin' you see me do the thing I done?

Shittin' bricks trust me but

I know, I knew, I knew you know?

Aah! It's like--! It's like-- Look at my hands.

Look at my hands, they-- Look, look, look!

That's not me doing nothin'-- that's not me tryin' nothin'

that's them on their own!

That's not even me-- Ah, shit!

-Shit! [U.K] -Adrenaline.

Fuckin' hell, fuckin' hell!

I feel it through my fuckin' chest

pumping like a-- could have a heart attack.

-You're not having-- -Coulda had a heart attack.

Could be having a fuckin'-- Feel it, feel it, feel it!

Fuck it, can you catch a asthma or somethin'?

You're not having an asthma attack.

-Man, it feels like it. -You're not even asthmatic

-for fuck's sake. -It feels like it!

No one tells you bein' right is this painful.

Trust me, if this is what being right feels like--

[exclaims]

Man! I done somethin'. I did, I went--

-You only went cos I-- -I went cos--

-You only went because I said. -I went--

because you aint never been before because you started to feel bad

you one was missin' on somethin'

Went cos I was on you about going from the times

I'd been without you, from day.

You're late!

Gave you shit to watch. You watch it?

-Invited you to-- -Never knew there was a timetable.

-You read what I gave you to-- -Never knew I was on the clock.

You see what I WhatsApped?

What I shot, what I showed, what I exposed,

what I spat out on my socials?

You watch what I risked

while I stood there and stood there,

witnessing and recording the Sista

shouting from across the way

with the four a them in uniform and the one a her

-You watch that? -I saw some--

Any of that? All a that?

Did you even bother?

I saw some shaky shit shot from far.

Heard you filming and complying with the,

"There's nothing to see here," with the, "Switch that off,"

saw that brief, brave, brief encounter

as you switched up, switched off and...

You'd never even bothered to come to--

Ugh, we all know why you go. Always tellin' everyone--

-Knowing why I'm supporting it, yes. -Right on.

Large or small, hot or cold, cause after cause.

Hear wot.

The two minutes I'm there

I've done more than you in your two years

of attendin' and flyering and talkin'

and marching and real talk,

achieving fuck all!

Wot?

I did somethin'.

I made a difference, made a mark.

Did you even see what I've...

Or was you too busy standing at the back

from behind the safety of someone's back.

Back of the crowd, back of the bus,

inconspicuous, ineffective.

Maybe you had your head in a book on how to march

while I busy upfront doing it.

See, if it was me not comin' out of no cell

or comin' out of some cell wrong

I'd want more than just hashtags of fuckery to your ten family followers

or-or filming somethin' from so far back

no one can even see what the arse it was

we were meant to be seeing.

'Cos if I 'became unwell'

I'd want me marchin' for me

witnessing, filming more than someone like you.

[hands clapping in unison]

-[hands clapping in unison] -Wot?

Nah. If it was me--

But it ain't you.

Is it?

Ain't about you is it?

It's about all of us ain't it?

What?

Me goin' triggered your green-eyed marching monster, is it?

From the two-minute fuckin' marcher, glad you had a good time.

I ain't saying I had a good time nothin',

'cos you made it clear that would been doing it wrong--

-Glad you enjoyed yourself. -That no enjoyment is to be had.

Glad you got yourself seen.

Take a selfie while you was doing it, did you?

[kisses her teeth]

I was at the front.

[friend] People stepping back don't mean you stepped up.

I was left up the front stayed up the front

which is the same as stepping up.

Cos me doin' my little bit looks like it's a little more than whatever the fuck

you was doin' from wherever the fuck you was not doin' it.

-It was a march. -I marched.

-It was a protest. -I protested!

-It was a demonstration. -I did that!

Did that! I did that and then some.

Didn't I?

[acapella music]

[rhythmic vocals]

[U.S] That something will miss you,

someone will miss you, miss you hard.

Harder than that.

-But that's not the point. -No.

-That doesn't matter. -No.

Means of value, of value.

-I am. -Yes you are.

Yes you are, but you're not.

It means of worth.

Know you are.

You are more valuable than I could think,

than I have thoughts for than I have words for.

It means that it would be meaningless

without you here.

I would be meaningless without you here.

Your momma would be meaningless without you here.

Your daddy couldn't, wouldn't without you here.

I can't even remember when you weren't.

Life was just as before you was.

My life just is before you was

now it's as good as with you in it.

[mom] Wasn't this as good as before you were in it--

and we were good.

But since you...

You grew me,

as much as we grew you, son, that's how much.

[mom] But that's not the point.

If you weren't here

it would be a crippling difference.

[mom] Yeah.

An indescribable, crushing,

unbearable, agonising, excruciating,

horrendous, unspeakable difference

if you weren't here son I'd miss you.

-Dad-- -Your mom would miss you.

Me missing him doesn't matter, wouldn't matter.

That's not the point.

-[mom] It means can mean-- -[dad] Substantial.

[dad] You are substantial.

You are, but you're not.

You are, but you're not.

You are. I get it from you.

And substantial isn't invincible.

-[son] Dad is. -Substantial isn't invulnerable.

-You are! -[mom] Substantial

shouldn't have to be, shouldn't need to be--

But it needs to be.

Substantial isn't unshakable.

You don't shake, Dad.

Dad don't shake. You don't shake.

[dad] You shouldn't have to be unshakable, son.

But you do.

You mean the world to me.

You mean the world to me, you mean the world to--

You mean the world to us.

-It means-- -Loved. Loved.

You are so loved.

-I am. -You are.

More than this world could know

more than this world owes you.

And it owes you.

I love you.

[soft choir music playing]

[mom] I know son, but you're not.

You are.

But you're not.

[son] I love you Dad.

Love you Mom.

Not the point.

[choir continues singing]

Dad?

Dad.

What did you do with your hands?

[choir song intensifies]

You know, it--

I just -. I aint the one to--

You still talkin'?

I ain't someone to

march 'til I drop about it, is all.

I know petitioning and politic-ing does fuck all for it,

aint gonna hashtag it, aint gonna Instagram it.

I ain't a one to kneel and pray about it,

sit down, sing about it.

I ain't the one with your patience for it.

Waitin' on their timetable for it, nah.

Progress is a bitch, yeah.

Progress is a slow bitch

with a wandering mind that drags her bare feet,

but change?!

Change kicks ass.

Change don't give a fuck.

Change gonna do its thing with or without you

and it moves the fuck on.

Change fucks shit up

kicks progress' ass,

drop-kicks slow,

slaps up excuses.

And I’ma change shit cos I gotta change this shit

-aint got no choice, but to. -You got a choice in how you--

I wanna ― see--. Cos we ain't doin’ like you.

You all like to be liked waited to be liked.

You ain't me.

You wanted to bring along. I ain't looking their company--

-You soundin' younger than you is-- -I’ll ride this shit alone--

you wait for respectable change ain't fuckin’ polite.

'scuse my language.

We still having to have the damn talk,

having to work around a work around,

working around the fucking basics their

base behaviors.

What the fuck do I even do with my?

And I respect the shit thatchu did,

even though it don't sound like I do.

But you need to respect and accept the fact

that it... failed.

You... Failed.

With all due (respect).

Them is still taking liberties

still taking mine.

They ain't changed.

Don't wanna change.

They ain't got no intentions of changing.

[instrumental music playing]

So let's start from there.

Give me a reason to not.

[instrumental music playing]

[U.K] -Yeah? Same thing? -Yeah.

-We’ve done this -. At least.

We're on the same page.

-We’ll speak- -Yeah-

Let's do it. Let's do it.

Threat... Threatening.

-Provocative? -What?

Shh!

Inflammatory?

No.

-But you can't just-- -Yes, I can. No.

Talk to him like a man. He's a man.

Aggression?

An act of aggression?

You’re not even sayin’ anything.

[dad] 'Cos you're taking over the whole conversation.

Belligerent?

Attitude.

To them!

[mum] Oh, nice.

Dad!

Concealing, obscuring--

-No. This is not how it's-- -Cocky!

Go on then.

What, I can speak now?

Son?

[mum] That's all you gotta say?

What do you mean ‘that's all I've got to say’?

-Oh, but-- -Look--

-what the hell did we--? -After we-? After what we said-?

[indistinct dispute]

[conversation fades]

You never said shit.

I said something.

-How would you tell him then? -[sighs]

Not like that.

You told me you got told--

Don't!

I'll let him know what I wanna let him know

how I wanna let him know, yeah?

Cos I know.

I would know.

Wouldn't I?

[mum] Challenging.

-This isn't-- -Provocative.

-This isn't how we-- -What?

This isn't what we said!

Arrogance, insolence, ignorance, see?

-How? How? -Defiance!

Fuck!

To them, to them.

Too loud.

No too loud.

-See, I'm doing all the work. -Can I even say anything?

Too loud!

Confrontational!

[son sighs]

-Confronting. -Yes.

-[mum] No! -Yes.

No. No!

[dad] We didn't raise you to look away, son.

You don't look away.

You don't look at the floor, you don't look down,

you don't avert your gaze.

We ain't raised you to do that,

or be that, son.

[breathing simulating musical rhythm]

[U.S] I called him "Sir" when I didn't have to,

afforded him that when I shouldn't have had to.

Called him "Sir."

turning my empty palms

showing my emptier than empty fucking palms.

Still called him "sir."

As I raised my open, empty hands,

quietly called out his wrong rights

that he was wrongly quoting,

and continued to quote at me more wrongly.

Called him "Sir."

as I made his wrong position calmly clear,

he clearly not appreciating being questioned

or corrected, or even in being correct.

And he was wrong.

But I still said "Sir."

Not raising my voice more than my hands

though I got every goddamn reason

upon reason to that,

to do that, but...

Calmly called him out without cursing,

explaining my civilian position,

my civilian rights to his uniformed wrongs and wrongness.

Got that right that is right.

-Right? -Right.

I spoke level,

I conversed calmly,

I did not speak with my hands or my body.

His voice rising, I did not rise with it or to it,

his hype rising, I did not rise with it or to it.

His control gone.

Mine? Intact.

That's right.

I did not gesture, I did not sharply move,

I did not quickly move, I did not make that mistake.

I thought I did not make a mistake.

When I showed my palms, I called him fucking "Sir."

When I raised my empty, tired hands,

I called him "Sir."

When I moved where he shouted at me to move,

stood where he barked for me to stand

stopped filming his actions when he screamed for me to stop,

at gunpoint,

his gunpoint.

As I stood there unarmed and alarmed.

As I sat there unarmed and alarmed.

As I lay there unarmed and alarmed.

I still called him...

So, if I put my hands up,

if I show him my palms,

slowly showed my tired, empty fuckin’ palms...

If I'm struggling with self...

Don't struggle with self.

Definitely don't struggle with self.

Right.

Although this shit is enough to drive self to...

[sighs]

And I still...

called that motherfucker...

"Sir."

[rhythmic clapping]

[rhythmic clapping crescendo]

[U.S] Premier

... primero.

Forst.

Danish, baby, first.

Top of the damn class.

Them symbols, numbers, equations,

that everyone thinks is over hard,

are under control and is my thing.

Head in books 'steada in the clouds,

though I'm the one who knows exactly

what those clouds is made up of.

Ass in the library 'steada out and about

and Dad did say,

"Don't bother come home

if you ain't got what you're capable of gettin'."

He funny like that

cos that's coming from the man who ain't had nothin'

but built himself up to somethin'

who I look up to as everything.

I focused,

and when I brought back my high marks

from my hard work,

what that brought to my daddy's face...

And my girls know not to mess with me

when I'm on it.

"Geeking out", their words, not mine

know not to distract with their,

"Leave her to it, y'all."

The brothers know “Oh, she gone in.”

Letting me alone and proud of me

sticking with it.

So, I knew, before we saw,

what I felt, when I felt, what we felt.

We gotta step

but the mood is still tight, vibes still hype,

holdin' on to each other for collective heat

as we placard holding, chanting,

our anger sang as we marching our fury,

crowds of us, was us is us. Beautiful.

Collectively strong.

Loud and prouder than proud,

a dark sea of us as far as anyone can see.

And they have

and always have had,

something in hand, in they hands

fearing a fair fight.

[screaming on video audio]

[dog barking on video audio]

And we pass the old woman that's always out.

Always out first

looking at us like we late,

looking at us like we ain't serious.

But this downwind tingle in my mouth

is starting to...

We gotta move, people!

I get some turned heads for my cold girls, "Huh"?

A too late “What?” from the freezing Brothas

as the flash-bang does its job.

[silent scream]

[muted audio]

Hearing snaps back, jarred back

by my hacking and choking

and hacking and choking of us all

the shouts and screams of us all

tears swelling,

racing, falling, swelling,

racing, falling,

not of sadness or anger,

too sad for that, too angry for that,

but my eyes trying to flush out

the chemical irritant that is infecting them.

And that old woman who been out here

from before time goes down.

[hands clapping in unison]

My skin burns it's meant to.

My nose burns it is meant to

breathing feels like you can't, throat getting to closing,

and closing getting to choking I'm...

I'm drooling like a baby.

Yo, don't rub your eyes!

Don't rub your eyes, y'all!

Beautiful crowds of us scattering,

vomiting, crying, panicking,

placards dropped, chanting stopped,

messaging blocked, marching forgot,

protesting fucked.

Black bodies staggering into each other

red eyes barely seeing a watery half-nothin'

running the wrong way, cos no right way can be seen

through that milky white mist.

As the Storm--

mothafuckin’ Troopers keep advancing,

barking at us

to "Clear the streets! Clear the streets!"

Knowing full fuckin' well we can't.

Chlorobenzylidenemalononitrile.

To those who didn’t study them symbols,

numbers, equations,

they science, they chemistry, they physics...

Teargas...

...is a motherfucker.

[rhythmic clapping]

Now you mad at me.

[sighs]

Now you're mad.

I'm not mad at you.

Sir.

[young adult] I take out the one

who could be the father of the father

of the one who could be the father of the father

of the one who takes out a son of yours,

that could be the son of your son.

I take out that father of the father

and history is better for it.

[page rustling]

And your son of your son could be the real

change maker.

Real game changer.

[rumbling]

Revolutionary.

So I could've played my part in a little way

with a big repercussion,

that's a big, good thing done.

A really motherfuckin' big change.

In a small way.

In a one, small action.

That small action,

my small action,

that's all that I'm sayin'.

[sound of train on a track]

[older adult] You won't know who the father of the father--

-Neither do you. -or the mother of the mother,

or the child of the child would or could be.

You losin’ your own argument before you--

The risk of being right is a risk worth takin'.

It-- [sighs]

It would be in cold blood.

It's fire with fire.

Give you sleepless nights.

-Can't sleep now. -It won't look good.

-How is this looking good? -[snorts]

Would bring a backlash, more of a backlash--

I'm' just lashing back the backlash lashing me.

I'm provoked.

-It would bring-- -Have been for centuries.

And the backlash lashes back at the drop of a hat

their drop of a hat, don’t it?

[scoffs] You're--

You're better than that.

But...

This ain't working.

Is it.

[sighs]

[U.K] You know...

when I was picked up and didn't know why,

when they said I was being aggressive,

and I weren't.

When they said I was shouting when I was speaking,

I was speakin'.

When they said I was acting aggressive when I never was--

[woman] You wasn't.

And told to shut up

when I asked them what acting aggressive is,

when they switched that I was talking aggressive,

then joked to themselves

that we all sound aggressive to them anyway.

When they said I was being provocative

and when I asked them, "How"? they said, physically.

And when I asked them how, when there's six of them and one of me, they said,

"Your mouth is gettin' you into trouble,

so best you shut up."

When I asked...

they smiled.

"Fits the description of" but the description

they described, was so shit.

So shit.

So shit.

[man] Again.

When they said, the second of the six,

that I was gesturing aggressively,

and my palms raised in a passive,

the second of the six cuffed them.

Saying, "See? See?"

When they told me to stop speaking,

so I stopped speaking,

and the second of the six who had cuffed me smiled,

saying my silence could be used against me in a court of law.

When they challenged me to say something, I said nothing.

When they provoked me to say something, I said nothing.

When they-- When they mocked me to speak,

provoking me to get a reaction, I said nothing.

They in my face, said nothing, said nothing. I said nothing.

They daring me to do something, to do anything,

and when I still said my nothing,

they challenge me, agitating me,

goading me, taunting me, mocking me saying my nothing,

and when I didn't react to anything, they baiting me to do somethin'

say anythin'

and when I did react,

they said I was resisting arrest.

When they said my hesitation was obstruction,

dropped "resisting arrest" harder,

than they dropped me to the concrete,

sayin' I'm makin' it worse for myself--

with their knees in my back, five of the six--

I couldn't think how much worse it could fuckin' get.

Then it was.

Worse.

In the back of the van.

When they watched me when I wouldn't,

then shouted again, "Strip."

"We told you to strip."

When I wouldn't and didn't,

and the second of the six, not smiling now,

said that I would.

How I would, how I will, that I will.

I still wouldn't.

"Not gonna tell you again."

When I was standing in my boxers...

like a fuckin' five-year-old...

trousers around my...

"Strip."

[voice quivers]

[sighs]

[man] "Thank you for your cooperation."

Just like...

Like-- like it was...

Like-- Like it was fuckin'--

[exhales]

...Fuck.

[instrumental music playing]

[instrumental music intensifies]

[U.S blonde] I put my hands up.

[woman] A threat. Threatening.

[blonde] It was slowly.

[woman] That shit don't matter.

-But I didn't--? -Aggressive.

-No, but I-- Come on! -Aggressive.

-Just to show that they're-- -Doesn't work.

Doesn't work, hun.

It was slowly.

Attitude.

-It's cold! -Attitude.

Cocky, concealing.

-But I'm-- -Aggressive.

-No. I was just-- -I know.

Holding hands.

Holding hands.

Come on!

[music fades]

[blonde] I put my hands up, I raised them slowly...

I slowly showed my empty palms.

[choir singing]

[choir continues singing]

Did you see?

Did you see?

-Does it matter that I do? -What I had the nerve to do?

You there to be seen, doing it, or what?

You need me to see you doin' it.

You want an audience.

What?

Or you doing what you doin' cos you know why you doing it--

-Did you see from the back? -Or you dunno what you're doing

and you're confused why you're doing it.

Back of the crowd, back of the bus,

back of the line,

polite, liked.

That where you was?

Again?

Could you see from there?

Could you see me from there?

I wasn't looking for you.

Did you hear the, "Yo! Don't rub your eyes y'all"?

You hear that from the Sista way over from wherever you-?

Did your eyes burn like mine did?

Or was you too up wind when I was down of it?

Was you rush rinsing your eyes with water - any water,

stung by the evil clouds of fuckin’--. Or you just stood?

Casually sipping yourn,

watchin' the carnage

you couldn't really actually see

cos you so, so, far back.

Shit.

[older adult] This ain't about you.

It ain't about me,

but it's about me. Collective.

-Selfish. -Communal.

-Self-centered! -Empowering.

Egotistical!

I was on point up front.

Made a difference. Made a mark.

Made my mark.

And me doin' my little bit

looks like it's a little bit more'n you,

and whatever the fuck you was doing,

have been doin', not doin', at the back.

It was a march!

[young adult] Marchin' days is over.

[older adult] It was organised!

[young adult] Which does what?

It was a protest!

Protests fail.

It was a demonstration!

Demonstratin' what?

Again, again, again. They don't listen

they haven't listened

and I ain't waiting no more to be heard.

They ain't changed-- They don't want to!

I ain't wait no more for them to bother.

I demonstrated. Demonstrated

that these hands - my hands.

Don’t fuckin’ play.

Man.

They offer crumbs.

You want a slice.

You want a slice?

I want the fuckin' pie.

[instrumental music playing]

[music stops]

[drum crescendo]

[cymbal roll]

[cymbal roll continues]

-[U.S woman] Twelve? -[U.S man] Twelve.

[woman] Not eight, then?

Someone said that wrong,

written it down wrong somewhere

and it's been lazily repeated.

-It was-- -You're lazily repeating it.

-[man] A male child-- -A boy--

Yes. Well observed.

-[woman] I-- -Almost teenage,

and-- but you know, a father leaving

is damaging in a boy.

Developing years... Damage... Damage done.

-But I think that-- -The studies say, the studies--

-But I think-- -The studies say,

and I didn't come to you to ask you what you thought.

[man] You've come here to ask me.

I'm here, you're...

[exasperated sigh]

But the mother, the mother wanted--

You know, the leaving of the father

from the family home at around that age,

for a child, or a boy, or that boy, is dramatic.

It's traumatic.

But--

The kids testified they were comfortable--

What I've told you, am telling--

There was very little drama--

Explaining, is that it was a factor.

Possibly-- Probably traumatic to that 12-year-old child.

-Any child. -That 12-year-old.

-Any child, though. -Specifically.

Specifics, yes?

[man] Yes?

[sighs]

No, sir.

-I think that-- -You've read what I've read?

I'm sorry, you've studied what I studied?

-I-- -You've got the... that I've got?

[exasperated sigh]

That's the no.

I welcome discussions.

Discussions I do and I welcome--

-No, I-- -and I'm open and up for that,

but equally, I welcome people

to admit when they're... Yes?

And I appreciate, I'd appreciate people here

who come in here, asking whatever it is you're asking

to have read the studies and done your homework

-before they-- -I have.

Or, if they don't know about, or...

have a lack of...

There is nothing wrong in that.

In admitting that.

In saying that.

And I know there's worse, I do know there's worse than what he may have.

He had sisters--

And although not totally comprehensive, the studies say--

One older sister, one younger, both okay, both normal.

-Normal? -Yes, and that--

Normal? Now, that's a term.

And as far as we-- They're fine, is what I meant--

Fine? Normal? Now, are we gonna have to--

-What I mean-- -You know, those terms--

I know.

-I-- Yes. -A little outdated.

-Yes, I meant-- -Yes. Do you?

[sighs] Yes.

-Relative. -Very.

-I meant-- What I meant-- -A course,

more than one course

for learning about those kinds of terms.

-Did you? -I don't have to--

-Have you? -I don't-- didn't--

don't need to.

You think?

[man] I am not underestimating you.

I would appreciate it if you...

[sighs]

Thank you.

And-- But, with domestic violence thrown in--

There was no domestic--

With domestic violence in the mix--

-There was no domestic violence. -I-- With abuse of any kind.

There was no abuse.

Documented or stated.

Sir.

Well, we don't know exactly.

We don't know what's normal behind closed doors, do we?

The mother categorically said--

Who's fine behind closed doors.

The kids said no, as well as the sisters, I mean.

The normal sisters?

-I said-- -Are you speaking for them now,

as well as for everyone else?

Maybe the father was good at it.

Left no bruises, left no marks...

Bit of an expert at it.

Maybe he was as good at what he did,

as I am at what I do.

It's completely different, kind of, you know, but...

Anyhow, an open-- An open mind

and an open attitude are vital.

It's critical. Crucial.

The mom worked part-time--

[man] Now you're mumbling.

The mom worked part-time

as a supportive, loving homemaker,

God-fearing--

Dad worked. The dad worked.

Three kids between them, all academically average,

income average or just above,

if it was a good year.

Economically stable, childhood sweethearts,

married young, too young--

-In your opinion. -Drifted apart and separated amicably

-I think if you read the report, studied the studies-- -There's nothing--

And it's not my opinion I've studied--

-the studies it's in the report-- -Then you would see-

-There's nothing to see. -You seeing it how you're seeing it, is subjective.

You seeing it your way isn't necessarily 'fine'.

-I-- What I-- -Or have I got to fall in with you

so we both can see it your way?

Your right way?

Which is only a way, by the way.

And is wrong. Anything else you wanna state?

That I disagree.

[man] Got that.

Think I'm capable of...

My problem is-- My problem with you is--

I didn't come here to be a problem.

-My-- -I didn't come here

to be a problem, sir.

[cymbal roll]

[man] He was, actually still is,

as he's incarcerated now,

the son, not the husband,

a damaged young man who did a damaging thing.

-'Damaging!' -A young man

doing a one-off act, who gained access to firearms,

legally held within the house,

his mother's house, after the father had left,

and who the mother, ironically, and it's in the report,

-I've read it. -asked her husband, ex-husband,

to leave the firearm with her

as she felt that she and the girls,

-and of course the son-- -I've--

-would feel more vulnerable without it.

-I've-- I've read it all. -All--

That she ends up being,

is sadly ironic and unfortunate.

A fantasist, destructive one, yes,

but a one-off, violent act by a young, damaged fantasist,

by a boy, who by all means had issues,

that may have been exacerbated by the leaving of his father

when he was 12.

-Twelve. -Twelve, yes.

A fantasist. He's that.

Specifically.

[perucssive beats]

-Nothing spontaneous. -[he] No, no.

Researched. Before you could Google

your destruction of choice.

Not an adolescent,

not 11, not 8.

This one went with a friend.

[man] But he wasn't, you know, they...

[explosive sounds in background] I don't think you know

they would've had their whole social circle--

Exactly. They had a social circle.

No one's saying they were popular.

People knew them, they knew people.

And it was 12, but who really knows who.

-What? -Who really knows--

-But-- -Who do you know?

-Sir, I-- -Really know, you know.

-This isn't about me, so I-- -No, but I was just--

Who do you know?

Really know then.

Sir.

I--

[scoffs]

I don't really care who you do or don't know.

And your lack of an answer does really answer--

-I know people. I know people. -I know people.

I really know people.

They really know you?

-This isn't about-- -No, it's not, but do they?

It is about my point, as I've said.

You--Your people really know you then?

Or you don't got no one

to know you good in the first place?

Just trying to understand your point.

Now, that's just sounding petty.

-[man] If he-- -[woman] They.

They had a large enough social circle,

someone would stop him. Them.

So, I think my theory

the theory, the studies stand.

Not if their social circle all thought like them.

Which would just make them all wrong.

-My point. -All being wrong,

isn't the point.

You could be wrong.

Your friends, if you have any, I'm not prying,

could all be wrong.

A hundred and twenty dead.

Right-wing radical disaffected.

-That's the-- -Eighteen children.

--a disaffected right-wing radical with his friend, is the point.

-They were-- -Non political.

Well, being pissed off with the government

isn't exactly political,

and would cover most of it.

-But they were-- -No.

-Both-- -A domestic,

homegrown act of violence

carried out on a large scale, I'll give you that.

Unprecedented, I'll give you that.

A homegrown act of violence

carried out by disaffected right-wing radicals,

that, yes.

Specifically yes. It's what they were. Are.

Those two. Yes.

[drum stick roll]

Kids shooting kids isn't confusing.

They were high school by high school.

[man] Not confusing.

[woman] And these ones weren't loners,

and they weren't poor and they weren't isolated.

-One of them was depressed. -Had got beyond

8 or 11 years old,

which you seem to find so risky for your--

[man] Twelve, and your sarcasm isn't helpful.

I'm just making sure we've covered--

-It's how you're-- -No, no.

-Yes. -I'm just trying to not--

No, you're not.

[man] One of them was struggling with...

He vlogged, I think that's the term for it.

He vlogged it, though nobody seemed to be watching,

seemed to have followers of exactly two.

[sound of glass shattering] Depressed.

And obviously being depressed and being teenage,

-can be a difficult-- -Depression is not an answer.

-We're not doing answers. -Depression is not an excuse.

-I'm not giving excuses-- -Teenage is not--

I'm giving reasons, if you would let me, even.

Reasons that are in the studies.

Two armed teenagers

shooting unarmed teenagers at their same school--

One really was depressed, probably clinical.

Actually, he wrote a manifesto.

And the other?

-You know, I think-- -Was a bit sad, was he?

Drew a picture of intent on a Post-It?

-I'm really starting to think-- -And you know, really, I'm just trying to--

-Starting to think that you-- -I am just--

I dunno why--

-I'm just making-- -Why you're not taking this seriously.

-I'm taking this as seriously-- -Why are you even here?

Why are you here?

I am absolutely serious about this.

Sir.

The second follower he had on his vlog,

was his friend.

The only one they could find,

which was unfortunate, as together they became, well...

The depths of disaffection can be destructive.

[whispers] Disaffection.

-And coupled with-- -Their young, tender years.

You wanna be taken seriously--

-I'm disaffected. -You're disaffecting.

-Sir, I just-- -What?

-You're saying teenage is a factor. -Yes.

Filming a miserablist vlog and writing a note is a definition?

The studies say--

Being disaffected is justification--

-What I'm-- -For you--

an aspect for those two specifically.

All those definitions afforded and-- and both male--

-No, it's not. -is an aspect

-both from-- -No, it's not. Those specific two individuals.

-Both are-- -Not the issue.

-Both are-- -Not the point, not an issue.

And again, you know, if I can just get a word in edge ways.

-I-- -It's domestic.

Domestic is different,

and depression is mental health, and mental health

is a whole load of other issues right there.

I get depressed.

[exhales]

I get depressed but--

And to make it personal.

I don't load up, take aim and start--

This is your way of trying--

And I've come through teenage, somehow managing

-not to massacre-- -They aren't you.

They aren't me, but me, we aren't allowed to be them.

And are you?

Are you...

depressed?

[sighs]

-I'm fine, but you see my point? -No.

-The fact that I-- Mental health-- -Actually, no.

-Are you, or aren't you? -What?

-Having a good day? -A depressive.

Aah!

I--

Yes.

Yes.

I am.

[scoffs]

[scoffs]

And it's a bit of a bullshit argument--

I think you're-- I think you're sort of taking what I say--

Excuse my language, sir, bullshit to try and make that--

What I was trying to say,

you know, taking it out of--

And it's not helpful to make it personal.

I didn't need you to disclose--

-I didn't disclose I just made a point. -Disclosure's personal.

I answered your question and made a valid--

And personal gets emotional,

and neither are useful in this context.

This is not--

-As I said-- -Really, this is not me--

And I don't appreciate your use of bad language, by the way.

And as I've said,

we are not here to talk about you.

This is not me emotional.

She said emotionally.

With all due respect,

I think your personal is clouding your judg--

You know, it may have been personal

to the seven dead classmates

whose two peers armed themselves

with semi-automatics, pipe bombs and a plan,

not forgetting the handwritten 'manifesto'.

I think that was very personal to those murdered.

Sir.

I'm not saying they're not bad.

-Or disaffected. -'Disaffected'!

-Depressive? -A depressive psycho,

no offense,

with a death wish,

and an evil young man with no moral compass.

An absolute domestic,

high school, non-political disaster.

-No. -A cultural phenomenon

that can sometimes manifest itself

within some teenagers.

Yours?

You want...

a small word

for a big subject.

But... So.

[gunfire in background]

No.

Specifics. Yes?

Specifics matter.

[automatic gunfire in background]

You and your personal issues don't.

[drum crescendo]

[drum crescendo continues]

[whispers] Dear God.

[woman] He had parents.

[man] We don't blame the parents.

-You don't blame the parents? -Not the parents.

[woman] He had family.

-[man] We don't blame the family. -[woman] You don't blame the families?

[man] You can't blame the family.

[woman] You don't blame your families?

-[man] Families aren't accountable for it. -[woman] But ours are.

Do you blame their upbringing?

[man] A lone wolf may have specific psychopathic tendencies

-that may have been missed. -I'm taking that as a no.

Mental health?

[man] Asperger's, autism, one of those undiagnosed,

-is suspected. -Killer autism.

On the spec--

Semi-automatic, automatic pistol

killer Asperger's autism.

I've got Asperger's.

-[woman] I've got-- -[man] Have you?

Have you.

I don't quite--

I don't quite get why you are--

No, you don't, do you?

[man] I'm just saying another aspect of--

and interestingly,

this lone wolf came from a single parent.

Dad had left some time earlier.

-'Twelve'? -No, 14, actually.

-Fuck. -I'm sorry, what?

What is it about facts that you're finding so hard to--

His act wasn't political, he acted in isolation,

and he may have had issues with his mother.

It was his mother's gun, in fact, he shot his--

-I know. -It's unfortunate.

And there's other factors.

-Seventeen dead. -A psychopath.

-17, excluding his mother -Yes.

19, including him, if you wanna include him.

Well, if-- -If he really matters.

Well, there was a marriage breakdown

with his parents, actually.

-'Actually'. -A possible factor.

My marriage broke down, and I didn't kill, feel to kill,

or actually have the urge to kill 18, 17 strangers.

Funnily enough.

Maybe had the urge on occasion to hunt down my ex

but that would be me making it too personal again.

Maybe I should have written a manifesto.

Your sarcasm isn't welcome.

[woman] Maybe that was me in my depressive state

me being too fucking emotional.

[man] Your language is really leaving a lot to be--

-He was-- -Dysfunctional,

psychopathic tendencies undiagnosed.

-He was a-- -Tragedy.

A homegrown, heartbreaking tragedy.

Not trying to change minds,

or-- or change politics,

or-- Just a tragic,

acting alone with possible mental health,

along with access to a firearm--

Several.

Well, I'm not saying it's not a disaster.

It's a disaster.

A homegrown tragedy for all

involving the lone wolf young man.

Terror-fying.

People were terrified.

-Children were-- -I'll give you

that terrified is part of the definition,

but that's as close as it gets.

[man] He used a gun, guns.

The case is different.

-No, no. -Slight, but different.

[man] And he's...

from here.

[sighs]

[man] You're trying to minimize and simplify.

[woman] I didn't say anything.

[man] Copycats is what they are.

[whispers] Copycats.

-It's a known-- -Copy cat killers, warm and fluffy.

That's not helpful.

You all have nine lives.

You're not being helpful.

Not here to be helpful.

You have a talent for twisting what I--

And yes, you're not, and no, I don't.

Mm?

[man] Have nine lives.

You do, and you don't even know it.

Why do you make this harder than it needs to be?

Cos something like comments like that,

-really don't help. -I'm not here to help.

I'm only--

I'm trying to definitively and precisely and concisely--

-I'm just trying to understand-- -Have this conversation--

how you persistently and consistently manage

-to not say-- -If I could finish?

and keep a straight face while you're doing it.

If I could finish - if I could finish my point!

You'll finish your point.

If you let me finish my point.

When have you not ever not finished your point?

[percussive beats]

I think...

you have issues pertaining to you.

I think you, as you have admitted,

have some...

unique to you,

that I didn't and don't want to know about.

And it's quite ironic, it is quite ironic

that you brought up the word 'normal', coming from someone like...

[rhythmic breathing]

I think, cos sitting here,

hearing your painstaking details,

your theories, their theories,

their studies, your studies,

their reasons - your reasons, and following that shit through,

I'm starting to conclude

that you and your non-subjective studies

are full of fuckin' shit.

Sir.

You asked me.

Come here and asked me,

so, I don't understand, I'm just trying to--

You wouldn't know where to start.

Okay, some other cases-- So, okay,

some are just angry.

What have they got to be angry about?!

You're not prepared to listen to my facts.

Do you really wanna start on anger ?

-I'm sticking to the facts-- -And justification?

-You're starting to get-- -Depressed?

You're depressing me, that's for sure, compared to--

What the fuck have you got to be angry about?

We are not here to talk about you

and if you're not gonna listen then what's the point?

What is the point?

[whispers] Exactly.

[he] You know, you're coming across as quite angry.

Quite an angry...

Aggressive, even.

[hands clapping in unison]

[hands clapping in unison]

[hands clapping in unison]

[instrumental music playing]

Are you having an episode,

of whatever that autistic Asperger's thing

you have is?

Did you ever get checked for that?

Can give you a number for somebody if you--

Please fuck off.

Childish now.

Just trying to be--

Political.

-[he] Barely deserves an answer. -Structural.

Societal.

Well, we all live in a society--

Organized.

-Being organized, isn't-- -Violent.

In itself, violence isn't--

-Racist. -Different conversation.

-Religious. -Not a crime.

You're confusing yourself.

Murderers.

You've answered your own question.

A murderer is that, just that.

-Multiple murderers. -Are just that.

I mean, I could go on, I think I will go on.

Are you depressed again are you one of those manic ones?

Supremacists.

I see what you're doing.

-Trying to, but-- -White supremacists

-white male-- -No! No.

By their definition, you just used their definition--

-The clue is in the title. -Murderous, murdering--

-Said that. -Mass murderers.

We can all list, you know. Not helpful.

Child murderers.

Yes, indiscriminate, but--

-Indiscriminate? -Indiscri--

Well, maybe that's not quite the right--

No. It's not.

In every office of every county

in every state in this country.

Extremists.

Depends where you stand on--

Fanatics, fundamentalists.

This is just starting to feel like name-calling

-which is-- -Very discriminate,

very precise, very accurate,

if we're gonna use our definition

and this language 'specifically'.

A-- A homegrown domestic vigilante

racist, organized subsection of society

with religious leanings,

their religious leanings--

[woman] Bullets, bombs

burnings, hangings

lynchings, mutilations,

shootings, destructions, defacing,

torture, imtimidations, abominations,

perversions, organized, militarized,

uniformed, hierarchical, vitriolic, ritualistic,

political death cult

European Protestant immigrant-

psychopathic- white-sheet-wearing

cross-burning motherfuckers.

[woman] Terrorists.

That definition doesn't work, as I have explained--

With your lone wolves, your mentalists,

your fantasists, your disaffected

your explicit fucking excuses for you.

It can sound a little bit hypocritical,

I know, a bit, but--

Terrorists. Terrorists.

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[music crescendo] [U.S voices]

No Black, mulatto person or Indian

shall be allowed to give evidence

in favor of, or against a white man.

Black citizens are prohibited from serving on juries.

No person or corporation

shall require any white, female nurse

to nurse in wards or rooms in hospitals,

either public or private,

in which Negro men are placed.

It shall be unlawful to conduct a restaurant

or other place for the serving of food in the city,

at which white and Colored people

are served in the same room.

Unless such white and Colored persons

are effectually separated by a solid partition

extending from the floor upward

to a distance of seven feet or higher.

All persons licensed to conduct a restaurant,

shall serve either white people exclusively,

or Colored people exclusively,

and shall not serve to the two races

within the same room,

or serve the two races anywhere under the same license.

It shall be unlawful for a Negro and white person

to play together or in company with each other

at any game of pool or billiards.

It shall be unlawful for a Negro and white person

to play together or in company with each other

in any game of cards, dice, dominoes, or checkers.

It shall be unlawful

for any amateur white baseball team

to play baseball on any vacant lot

or baseball diamond

within two blocks of a playground

devoted to the Negro race.

The commission shall have the right

to make segregation of the white and Colored races

as to the exercise of rights of fishing, boating and bathing.

Every person operating any public hall, theater,

opera house, motion picture show

or any place of public entertainment

or public assemblage,

which is attended by both white and Colored person,

shall separate the white race and the Colored race

and shall set apart and designate

certain seats therein to be occupied by white persons

and a portion thereof, or certain seats therein,

to be occupied by Colored persons.

It shall be unlawful for Colored people

to frequent any park owned

or maintained by the city for the benefit,

use, and employment of white persons.

All public parks,

recreation centers, playgrounds, etcetera,

are required to be segregated.

All businesses are prohibited from permitting

any dancing, social functions, entertainments,

athletic training, games, sport or contests

on their premises,

in which participants are members

of the white and African American races.

It is unlawful for whites and Blacks

to purchase and consume alcohol

on the same location,

punishable by a fine from $50 to $500,

or an imprisonment in the parish prison or jail

for up to two years.

No Colored barber shall serve as a barber

to white women or girls.

Mental hospitals.

In no case shall Negroes and white persons be together.

The blind.

The board of trustees

shall maintain a separate building

on separate ground

for the admission, care, instruction,

and support of all blind persons

of the Colored or Black race.

An institution for the education

of Colored, deaf mutes

is to be established.

But segregation in this school is still to be enforced.

The law does not allow

African American physicians and nurses

to take post graduate courses in public hospitals.

Separate buildings for Black and white patients

in hospitals for the insane.

Books shall not be interchangeable

between white and Colored schools,

but shall continue to be used

by the race first using them.

Negroes are to use separate branches

of county free libraries.

Separate textbooks

for white and African American children.

There are to be no state funds to non-segregated schools.

No separate school is allowed to be located

within one mile of a separate white school,

in cities and towns, in those areas

not within 600 feet of each other.

The children of white and Colored races

committed to the houses of reform

shall be kept entirely separate from each other.

The warden shall see that the white convicts

shall have separate apartments, for both eating and sleeping,

from the Negro convicts.

It shall be unlawful for any white prisoner

to be handcuffed or otherwise chained or tied,

to a Negro prisoner.

There shall be separate buildings

not nearer than one fourth mile to each other,

one for white boys, and one for Negro boys.

White boys and Negro boys shall not, in any manner,

be associated together, or worked together.

Separate wash rooms in mines required.

Employment.

In addition, separate rooms to eat in,

as well as separate eating and drinking utensils

are required to be provided

for members of white and African American races.

Blacks are not allowed to use

the same hearse as whites.

The officer in charge shall not bury,

or allow to be buried

any Colored persons upon grounds set apart,

or used for the burial of white persons.

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[boy] From the first day of March,

no Negro or other slave in this island

shall purchase or buy any horse,

mare, mule, ass or gelding.

No Negro or other slave

should be allowed to hunt any cattle,

horses, mares, mules or asses

in any part of this island

with lances, guns, cutlasses

or other instruments of death,

unless in the company of his master, overseer,

or some other white person.

Or by permission in writing.

That any Negro or slave

shall fraudulently have in their possession,

unknown to his or her master, owner or overseer,

any fresh beef, veal, mutton or goat,

or the flesh of horse, mare, mule, or ass

in any quantity exceeding five,

and not exceeding 20 pounds of weight.

Such Negro or other slave shall be whipped in such manner

as magistrates shall direct.

-[coughing] -That if any Negro

or other slave shall, after the first day of January,

steal any such horned cattle, sheep, goat,

horse, mare, mule or ass,

or shall kill any such horned cattle, sheep,

goat, horse, mule or ass,

with intent to steal the whole carcass,

or any part of the flesh thereof,

such Negro or slave shall on conviction thereof,

suffer death.

That in all cases,

where the punishment of death is inflicted

the execution shall be performed

in a public part of the parish.

Care shall be taken by the jailer

that the criminal is free from intoxication,

and the mode of such execution

shall be hanging by the neck.

No slave shall be permitted on any day,

Sunday excepted,

to go out of his or her master's plantation,

or to travel from one place to another,

unless such slave shall have a ticket

from their master, owner, employer, or overseer,

expressing the time of such slave setting out,

where he or she is going,

and the time limited for his or her return.

From the first day of March,

any slaves found at the distance of eight miles

from the house or plantation

to which he, she or they belong,

without a ticket to pass, shall be deemed a runaway.

Without such, all and every such slave or slaves,

shall be apprehended and committed to jail,

and there be whipped.

Free mulattoes or Indians

granting runaway slaves a ticket,

shall be guilty of forgery, tried,

and on conviction shall suffer their loss of freedom.

That any person who shall apprehend

such runaways,

will be entitled to receive from the owner,

overseer, or manager of such slave,

the sum of ten shillings and no more.

Besides mile money,

at the rate of one shilling per mile

for the first five miles,

and six pence per mile afterwards.

If any slave or slaves sentenced to hard labour or life,

willfully runs away or escapes from the work house,

upon capture and conviction,

such slaves are punishable by death.

The fugitive slave who has been on the run for one month,

from the day his master reported him to the police,

shall have his ears cut off

and shall be branded on one shoulder.

If he commits the same infraction

for another month,

again, counting from the day he's reported,

he shall have his hamstring cut

and be branded on the other shoulder.

The third time he shall be put to death.

All means and opportunities

of slaves committing rebellious conspiracies

and other crimes to the ruin and destruction of white people,

are to be prevented,

and that proper punishment should be appointed

for all crimes to be by them committed.

And be it further enacted,

that if any free Negro, mulatto or Indian,

knowingly allows unlawful assemblies

of slaves at his or her house or settlement,

such free Negro, mulatto or Indian

shall suffer six months in prison.

No master or owner shall allow slaves

to assemble together

and to beat their military drums,

or blow their horns,

or blow their shells upon any plantation,

pen or settlement,

or in any yard or place

under his or their care or management.

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[muted drum crescendo]

[muted drum crescendo]

[muted drum crescendo]

We forbid slaves to carry any weapons

or large sticks on pain of whipping

and of confiscation of the weapon,

to the profit of those who seize them.

[muted drum beats]

[muted drum beats]

[drum roll beats]

[muted drum beats]

[muted drum beats]

[muted drum beats]

If any Negro or slave whatsoever,

shall offer any violence to any Christian

by striking or the like,

such Negro or slave

shall for his or her first offence

be severely whipped by the constable.

For the second offence of that nature,

he shall be severely whipped, his nose slit

and be burned in some part of his face with a hot iron.

If any slave shall offer any violence

by striking or otherwise to any white person,

such slave shall be confined to hard labour for life

or punished with death.

Several slaves have lately found

means to desert from their owners

and depart from this island,

to the great damage of such owners,

and, in evil example to other slaves,

who may be induced to attempt to conspire

to do the same.

From and after the first day of March,

if any slave shall run away and go off,

or conspire or attempt to go off this island,

in any ship, boat, canoe or other vessel,

or be aiding, abetting,

or affiliating to any such slaves,

he, she or they shall suffer... such punishment... [audio fades]

[high pitched beep]

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[sound crescendo]

-[beeping] -[raining]

[beeping fades]

[rain continues]

[panting]

Give me a...

Give me a reason to not!

Give! Me! A Reason! To not!

Give me a reason to not.

[gentle piano music playing]

Give me a reason to not.

[panting] [raining]

Gimme somethin’. Come on.

What? Y’all not with me?

Come on man! [sobs]

Please, man!

Come on! Come on!

Come on, please! Come on. Come on.

Oh, shit.

Yo. Yo.

Come on, son.

Yo.

Nah fuck that, man! C’mon man!

Yo! Yo! Ya'll killing me with this shit, man - come on!

Gimme somethin’ man!

Yo...

Y'all killing me, man!

Yo, I can't fuckin' take--

I can't take it!

I can't take it I can't take it.

Yo. I can't fuckin' take it.

Yo! Yo. Yo.

Oh man, no! No. [sobs]

Yo! Stop fuckin' with me, man!

Come on! Stop fuckin' with me.

No, man.

[music swells]

[music crescendo]

[piano music continues playing]