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Ella, I know you wanna say it.

Go ahead.

I'm not gonna say it.

But you wanna?

Yeah, I do.

I know. Go ahead.

I told you so.

See? Always with the "I told you so."

'Cause I told you so!

You's right this time.

Uh, what you mean, "this time"?

I'm always right.

Aight, aight, I got you. Calm down, calm down.

Aight, so get your little candy or whatever.

- And call me back. - Aight.

Hey.

3.50.

Like, I don't know, some...

Oh, oh, oh... You know, like, breakfast.

- Okay, breakfast. - I like me some eggs...

You like grits, berries. I got you.

You got me? I don't know if I want... You like berries?

What, you be eating berries with pancakes?

Yeah, I eat berries with pancakes.

Like blueberry pancakes. They're so bomb.

See, okay, okay. We've gotta have fun.

We gotta do our own thing. I feel like...

We gotta do our own thing. It's gonna be amazing.

I'm really excited...

- Tray? - Hey, I think...

I think this car's following me.

What? For real?

It keeps looping around the block.

Dang. Try goin' another way.

Call me when you get home, okay?

All right.

Mama?

Mama?

Afternoon.

Afternoon. Are you sleeping or kinda?

Kinda.

Hey, Sleeping Beauty.

- Hello. - Hey. Hi. Hi.

Want to sit up? Sit up.

There you go. All right.

Come on, one more time.

- That's good. That's good. - Okay.

- Okay. - How's that?

Yeah. There we go.

Sweetie with you?

He's bringing the trash around back.

Ah, yeah, garbage day.

Everything in its right place.

Of course you know how to do it,

but you don't have to do it, not while I'm here.

Don't take my job from me, please.

There's only so much joy left for me in this world,

you gotta let me have it now.

Okay.

You ready?

Come here.

Okay.

Go slow, okay? Come on.

I got you. Okay.

Could you tell me how many apartments there are in...

We have 200 units.

- 200, okay. - 200 units.

And everything...

Kitchen, full kitchen...

Full kitchen and... Yeah, that's...

Well, everyone looks really nice.

- Yes. It's a great group. - You know, Mr. Mayhew,

my husband was a Tuskegee Airman.

Fought for America in World War II.

Oh.

Oh, this is a gym here, yeah?

Beautiful, open 24 hours.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

So, um, you've got a really nice kitchen.

Hey.

- At least there's good light. - Mmm. Yeah.

Look at that cloud.

I see a swimming pool with boys jumping in.

- Where? - There. Look.

There's the arms.

Oh, yeah, I see it. I see it. I see it.

They're a Little League team, just won the big game,

celebrating and having a ball.

See the splashes?

Mama.

Little League team. Splashes.

It's true.

You and your imagination.

You gonna be all right?

Yes.

I'm gonna be all right, honey.

I'm going to be all right.

Okay.

If anybody can maneuver, it's your ma.

Okay? What's she say all the time?

"My husband was a Tuskegee Airman."

Listen, I know keeping elders at home

is supposed to be a noble thing and all,

but there's something to be said

for keeping her as independent as she can be.

- Where'd you find them? - Next to the lamp.

Under a scarf with the ringer off.

Ugh...

You've got to use the hook. That is what it is there for.

Is that Mr. Brett?

- Oh! - Ready to go out?

Is this Marion? How's Teddy?

You know, working my nerves, but what else is new?

- You need some paper towels? - Yeah.

Let's not miss this flight, okay?

I love you. Please be safe, okay?

Okay.

You got your boarding pass?

- I knew you had that. - Yeah, you knew it, huh?

- You got it. - Bye.

Bye, baby.

The shipyard owners of Blohm & Voss

gather for a ceremony celebrating the company's

new 295-foot vessel.

Adopted by the Nazis,

a "heil" salute was mandatory for German citizens.

But if you look closely,

you'll find someone who defied this.

His name is believed to be August Landmesser.

He had joined the Nazi Party two years before this day,

but in that time,

August met and fell in love with a woman

unlike any he'd ever met.

Unlike any he was supposed to have met.

Irma Eckler.

A Jewish woman.

An unexpected treat. You're early.

I'm a surprise.

That you are.

A handsome one.

Although a member of the dominant class,

August saw in Irma what others like him chose not to see.

Her humanity, her beauty,

her love.

On this day,

he folded his arms

rather than salute a regime that deemed that love illegal.

On this day, he was brave.

He couldn't have been the only one who felt something tragic

was happening.

So why was he the only one among the men

to not go along that day?

Perhaps we can reflect on what it would mean

to be him today.

I'll leave you with that.

Thank you.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

Bye.

Let me get this.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Water? - I'm fine. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Isabel, Isabel. Hey!

Amari!

I didn't know you were speaking.

No, no, no, one of my reporters is.

Hey, can you guys give me a minute? Okay.

- You were solid. - Uh...

- Nice work. - I am a better writer

than I am a speaker.

Yeah, well, you're a better writer

than most people do anything.

So, listen, I was gonna reach out to you on something.

So I'm gonna take seeing you as a sign.

This... This Trayvon Martin case.

- I know. - Have you heard the tapes?

No. Of what?

Not the murder?

911 calls. This killer called 911

before he did it.

And tapes of people that heard the boy screaming out

and called the police.

- Is this public? - No.

But it's being released.

Slowly.

But we got him.

Are you interested in listening,

to consider writing something for us?

Amari, you have a stable of writers.

They don't have Pulitzer Prizes.

Some of them do, actually.

Yeah, well, then they're not as brilliant as you

on things like this.

- You know what I do. - Yeah, and I know what you used to do.

Some of the best reporting I've ever edited.

I write books now.

So, that one book you wrote took way too damn long.

It was a masterpiece and whatnot, but...

it took too long, Isabel, if you ask me. Writers write.

So write.

I don't do assignments anymore. I...

I wanna be in the story.

Really inside the story.

And, yes, that takes time.

Okay.

Maybe after you hear the tapes.

I'm gonna send them to you.

- Okay. - Okay. No pressure.

Sanford Police Department. Is there a report of the shots?

Hey, we've had some break-ins in my neighbourhood.

And there's a real suspicious guy, uh...

This guy looks like he is up to no good,

or he's on drugs or something.

Okay, he's just walking around the area...

Looking at all the houses.

It's raining and he's just walking around,

- looking about. - Okay.

And he's a Black male.

Now he's just staring at me.

Did you see what he was wearing?

Yeah, a dark hoodie, like, a gray hoodie,

and either jeans or sweatpants, and white tennis shoes.

- Shit, he's running. - He's running?

Which way is he running?

Down towards the other entrance to the neighbourhood.

These assholes, they always get away.

Are you following him?

- Yeah. - Okay, we don't need you to do that.

Okay?

All right, sir, what is your name?

George.

He ran.

All right, George, what's your last name?

Zimmerman.

911. Do you need police, fire or medical?

Maybe both, I'm not sure. There's just someone screaming outside.

Okay, what's the address that they're near?

1211 Twin Trees Lane.

And is it a male or female?

- It sounds like a male. - And you don't know why?

I don't know why. I think they're yelling "help,"

but I don't know.

So you think he's yelling "help"?

Yes.

I can't see him. I don't want to go out there,

I don't know what's going on, so...

Just... gunshots.

- You just heard gunshots? - Yes.

- How many? - Just one.

Is he right outside 1211 Twin Trees Lane?

Yeah, pretty much. Out the back, yes.

- Good to see you. - Thank you. You too.

Hi.

- Hey. - Hi!

Looking gorgeous.

- Oh, Brett. How are you? - Hi. Yeah. How are you?

- You well? Great to see you. - Okay, and you.

He's wearing that tux very well.

- Very well.

- He can hear you. - Well, he can.

But he's grateful, thank you.

- Hi. - Hello.

Amari Selvan asked me twice if you were coming.

He wants something for the paper.

He's made that very clear.

You interested? We can time it with the audiobook.

Did you listen?

Yeah. Yeah.

It's a lot.

- Yeah. - It's a lot.

There's a lot there. But longer-form stuff,

questions that I don't have the answer to.

So ask them in a piece.

I don't write questions. I write answers.

Questions like what?

Like why does a Latino man deputize himself

to stalk a Black boy to protect an all-white community?

- What is that? - The racist bias I want you to explore,

excavate for the readers.

We call everything "racism." What does it even mean anymore?

It's the default. When did that happen?

- Hey, Brett. - How are you doing?

So, what? So you're saying that he isn't a racist?

No, I'm not saying that he's not a racist.

I'm questioning, why is everything racist?

- This feels like a setup. - I've been there.

Okay.

- Home ownership. - Okay.

Covenants were written into land deeds

barring Black people from having wills.

No generational wealth allowed.

We could not pass on what we earned

to our kids for almost 500 years.

Every time, we'd have to start from zero.

So, if we are not allowed to pass on the fruits

of our labour to our family,

is that the same racism that took Trayvon's life?

Systemic racism. Yes, same.

Are you sure?

Are you sure?

What does it mean?

Murders of Black people by the police,

we call that racism.

- Everything's the same. - I get it.

Being followed in a department store

and being lynched shouldn't be called the same thing,

- I get that. - Racism as the primary language

to understand everything

is insufficient.

- See, this is good. - That's all.

This is good.

Look, I need a piece delving into what the Martin case means.

Set the context with these questions,

it's what you do best.

Make the hard stuff digestible. And this is a hard one.

"What does it all mean?"

These questions are the piece.

Hey, I'll make it splashy, prime placement, Sunday.

- Maybe even the cover. - You're terrible.

You're terrible, Amari.

I'm just saying. Your face on the cover?

There's a lot there. There's a lot there.

But I am on hiatus.

- Isabel, come on. Come on. - I am. I am.

I... I have family responsibilities.

Well...

Well, good for you for taking time.

- We'll talk again. - All right.

Hey, you two take care, all right?

Good to see you. All right.

- I don't like this. - Okay.

Okay. Okay.

- I don't... - She's wrong.

She just said the only movie she knows.

Oh, she deserves to lose that money.

...speak to an issue that obviously has gotten a lot of attention

over the course of the last week,

the issue of the Trayvon Martin ruling.

I gave a preliminary statement...

That poor child's mother.

...right after the ruling on Sunday.

I wish he'd answered the man right.

What was that, Mama?

I wish he had answered the man

when he asked him why he was there in the neighbourhood.

Maybe he'd still be with us.

Are you saying it's the boy's fault?

No, of course not, don't be silly.

I'm saying you got to act in a way to keep you safe.

He was...

He was too young to know it.

He shouldn't have had to answer to anyone.

"Should have" and real life are two different things,

darling, you know that.

You can't be walking around at night on a white street

and not expect trouble.

That's intimidating to most whites.

True or not?

Yeah.

Yeah. Unfortunately, I think it is true.

But I also think that you can't live your life

based on what's intimidating to people.

Sure you can, sweetie.

So you're going on hiatus, huh,

- is what you're doing? - Huh?

You told Amari you were going on hiatus,

you told me that you were gonna be travelling less for work.

So I'm just trying to figure out what exactly it is

that you're gonna do. 'Cause...

I said I wanted to focus on her.

Okay.

People are asking you to write because of your voice,

because they... the way you think.

- I just... I don't know what you're doing. - She...

She doesn't belong in that place.

Oh, right.

She should be at home.

She moved because she was lonely.

I should've spent more time with her.

Daddy would want me to fix this.

Hmm.

I think your father was pretty clear

that what he wanted was for you to be happy,

people to be happy.

Sacrificing your work, well, that's gonna accomplish exactly

the opposite, so...

Your mother was very clear about what she wanted.

It's not that, so...

- I don't see it, Betty. - Maybe it's checked out.

In 1933,

two African-American anthropologists were studying in Berlin.

There are no books here at all by him.

At the premier library in the city.

The country.

Beautiful library, though.

I could get lost in all these books forever.

All these ideas.

Your library card.

Good afternoon. Of course.

And your passports.

Can you tell us when Erich Maria Remarque's 'All Quiet on the Western Front' is due back?

They witnessed events that would change the world.

Baby.

Brett.

By trade, Brett Hamilton was a mathematician,

a financial analyst.

By heart, he was a passionate champion

for those he loved deeply.

He played classical guitar,

was an enthusiastic cook,

and volunteered his time and efforts

to those less fortunate.

In college, he joined Phi Kappa Tau,

Delta Chapter,

and with his friends, enjoyed caving trips,

watching thunderstorms,

and debating the big stuff.

Recently, he travelled extensively in Europe,

accompanying his beloved in her professional activities

in the cause of social justice.

I'm Mrs. Copeland from across the street.

How is Isabel?

She's... she's resting right now.

I can't believe it.

Thank you so much for coming by.

Give her my love, please.

Isabel Wilkerson's office.

Hello, hi.

This is Kate. I'm Isabel's editor.

Yeah, I know who you are. Hi, Kate.

This is her cousin Marion.

Marion. Marion, hi.

My condolences for your family's losses.

I don't have the words.

It's unfathomable, it's unthinkable.

I just, I can't...

Two of the closest people to you in a year,

who can withstand it?

How is she?

Hold me. Don't leave me.

I am right here. I am right here.

I am right here.

Stay. Stay.

- Stay. Stay. - I am right here

Stay. Stay. Stay.

Stay.

Hey.

- You made it in okay? - Yeah, I'm here.

How are you?

Tell me how you're feeling.

How does it feel to be back there with all of her things?

I'm here, Marion. That's all I am.

- You know what? I gotta go. - Right.

I've gotta get this house packed.

I could come down this weekend and help you.

We could take it slow.

I've gotta get these things packed up

so I can start back work.

Wait, you're starting back to work?

Of course.

What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to live?

Okay.

What is the work you have to do and when do you need to start?

Marion, I have to go. I'm already behind.

I...

I'll talk to you later, okay? Bye.

Okay.

The HVAC guy got the sump pump working

and got most of the water out.

This has never happened before.

I'm never down here. My husband was always

the one down here,

changing the filter in the furnace

or checking the fuse box.

But he died last year, so...

Uh-huh.

There's where the water's coming in.

Where?

The sink.

The sink doesn't overflow.

I mean, is it a pipe that's clogged, or...

Probably the pump needs clearing out.

I'll write an estimate.

My mother died a few months ago.

What about you?

Is your mother still alive?

No. No, she's not.

Died in 1991, 52 years old.

Goodness.

That's not old... at all.

It sure ain't.

Your father?

He's 78.

Hmm.

You're lucky to have him.

He's mean as they come.

Well...

I guess, in the end, we miss them no matter...

no matter what they were like.

No, not him.

You know what? Uh...

- You see something? - Well, maybe.

- I have an idea. Yes. - You do?

Thought that might be why you came.

- Tell us, tell. Is it... - Well, I...

didn't explore the Trayvon Martin case.

I know it's been a while,

but I think there's a lot to unpack.

I've been thinking about my mother

and how she insisted

we be polite and buttoned up around white people.

And there's all this... Nazi symbolism

all over the place. You heard about what happened

in Charlottesville.

- Yes. Neo-Nazis. - Yeah.

Drove his car through a crowd at a protest for Black Lives.

Killed a white woman.

Heather Heyer.

All these idiots walking around with tiki torches,

invoking imagery from the KKK and Nazi Germany to stoke fear.

There's this terrific Indian scholar.

I've been wanting to read his work, but I haven't.

Um...

He's a Dalit professor, and he won a...

- Sorry, a "Dalit" professor? - He's a Dalit

and a professor.

The Dalits are untouchables in India,

beneath the lowest caste.

- Have you ever heard of them? - No.

- Have you ever heard of them? - No.

No! Me either. Why?

There's connective tissue here. There's connective tissue there.

There is connective tissue here. I... I could...

I could... I could...

I could build a thesis that shows how all of this,

all of it,

is linked.

Well...

Well, that's the writer's journey, right?

Sorting all of that out.

There's a lot going on in that big brain of yours.

I love that. I love it.

But I gotta be honest with you, I don't understand

how the woman that they killed, by the neo-Nazis...

Heather Heyer.

...how that connects to the Dalit professor...

- Mm-hmm. - ...connects to Trayvon Martin,

connects to your mom.

I don't see it.

Yet. I don't see that yet.

But if you can make people see it,

then that is an incredible book.

Come here. Mm...

I love you. Please be safe, okay?

- Hello, excuse me. - Hi.

Um, this is the book you ordered.

- Oh, yes, yes. Please sit down. - And the list we talked about.

This is a list from 1935, October,

- a little bit later than the first list. - Yes.

And here, Remarque, Erich Maria...

That means everything he wrote is "to destroyed." Blown.

-"To be destroyed." - Yes.

Excuse me.

I heard you inquire about Remarque.

But I couldn't hear the librarian's answer.

I'm Kästner.

I'm from here.

How long have you been in Berlin?

About five weeks.

You've no idea what's happening.

- Pardon me? - I'm sorry, I didn't catch that.

You have no idea what's happening here.

Everything is being torn apart.

The period of exaggerated Jewish intellectualism

is now at an end!

The German soul...

...can express itself again!

No to decadence...

...and moral corruption!

Yes to decency and morality in family and state!

In Germany, there's memorials to nearly everyone

victimized by the Nazis.

And there's no entry sign, no gate.

- It's just opened both day and night. - Yes, yes.

Just standing to bear witness.

20,000 books that were lost that night.

Books filled with imagination and ideas, and history.

Leave here, my friends.

Leave Germany.

Go to your home as soon as you can,

you'll be safer there.

I deliver to the flames the works of...

Sigmund Freud,

Heinrich Mann,

Ernst Gläser,

Erich Maria Remarque...

Erich Kästner.

"Where you burn books, you end up burning men."

It's a quote by Heinrich Heine.

He was a poet. German and Jewish.

No. You are not changing the subject anymore.

- Oh, yeah. - Okay.

- Guns, Christmas. - Yes.

- And then? - Ah!

- Jawohl. Sweetheart? - No, I still have

a couple sips left.

You're basically in danger

when you're visiting your family.

- Yeah. Always. - It's the American way.

I mean, we know. We know. It's ridiculous.

That is what I'm looking at with the article.

You have 900 shootings a week, it seems, in America,

and you keep giving people guns.

I don't understand at all.

We don't even understand it ourselves.

We don't understand.

You know, I um... I heard, here,

that displaying the swastika is a crime.

- Mm-hmm. - Three years in prison?

Yes, yes, that's true.

I mean, it's not tolerated.

Well, in America, um...

the Confederate flag, which is like your swastika,

the flag of murderers and traitors,

it is a part of the official flag

of one of our states,

- No. - Mississippi.

Men who wanted to wage war for the right

to own other human beings.

Statues of them sprinkled all over the country right now.

- Madness. - Hmm.

You know, it's not perfect,

but Germany has no monuments that celebrate Nazis.

I mean, everything Hitler's gone,

paved right over it all, and built new things.

I mean, you can literally walk right over Nazi places

and never know they were even there.

- And the bunker. - Yes, the bunker.

- It's long gone. - It's like nothing.

- Yeah. - I mean, it was 30 feet underground,

and was protected with reinforced concrete.

And now it has, like, a Volkswagen

or something parked on top of it at any given time of the day.

It is very different than the States.

A very different approach.

Well, there are so many differences

between here and there. We are talking

about the systematic murder of 6,000,000 Jews,

that's the official number.

So it's just very different

than monuments to soldiers and whatnot.

And what? What are you saying is different?

All of it. We're talking about deliberate extermination

over many years.

Yeah, but wasn't slavery for, like, hundreds of years?

- Right, Isabel? - Slavery lasted 246 years.

That's 13 generations of people.

Plus another 100 years of Jim Crow,

segregation, violence and murder.

It is, of course, horrific. I am not downplaying any of it.

There were so many millions of African Americans

who were murdered.

From the Middle Passage until the end

of legal segregation,

that it goes beyond the realm of an official number.

- There is no number. - I didn't know that.

- No. It's stunning. - It is.

And I understand you're trying to make sense

of American racism. It is noble.

But your thesis linking caste in Germany

with the United States is flawed.

Maybe it's not exactly the same,

but the thesis of structural similarity

certainly gives context for a framework.

Right, but a framework is not a book, my friends.

She is trying to connect the United States to Germany,

but it doesn't fit.

It's as if you're trying

to "fit a square inside the circle," as they say.

I would just like you to note for yourself

that American slavery is rooted in subjugation,

dominating Blacks for the purposes of capitalism,

using bodies and labour for profit.

But for the Jews during the Holocaust,

the end call was not subjugation,

it was extermination.

"Kill them all.

Wipe them off the face of the Earth.

There's no need for them here."

It's different.

I say, leave Jewish folks alone.

They're fine. They don't need you.

Write about us, Isabel.

I am writing about us.

I just...

I couldn't fully explain

- what was in my head. - You better than me.

Because I would have had words.

She was rude.

I had words.

I had a ton of words.

Wow. And none of them were,

"I'm the right one on the wrong day, baby"?

Yeah, well, I'm still my mother's child,

- and that wouldn't have happened. - I know.

You never could bag back, even when we were kids.

Always thinking about your comeback

the next day.

"I know what I should have said was..."

What if Brett had been there last night?

Poor lady.

Probably would still be there,

confronting.

Afternoon.

Hi, afternoon.

Some unwanted visitors, huh?

- Looks like they even built a guesthouse.

I'm putting these out in the backyard to empty out.

Just have your gardener pick 'em up in a day or two.

Sir. Sir.

Sir, I don't want that.

I'd rather not have those nests in my yard.

I have dogs,

and that spray can't be good for them.

It's fine, won't hurt 'em.

Hey.

Can I help?

- Can I just... - Yes, go ahead.

Excuse me.

She doesn't want it back there. Did you...?

Did you not hear what she said?

Yeah, but I can't take it with me today.

- My bins are full. - Okay. Well,

I guess we're just gonna have to figure something out then, right?

I mean, you didn't...

you didn't remove that for free, did you?

No. Right?

- No, I didn't. - So, look, if this is your tree,

you go ahead and you leave that wherever you'd like.

But if you do want to get paid for your work,

you're gonna have to finish the job.

Appreciate the cooperation.

Did I just mansplain?

- Well, you asked for permission, so... - Right.

And if you hadn't...

I'd be in a white saviour mode, right?

- What do you know about that?

Oh, hey. Well, break bad habits,

you never gonna get broke, right?

Well, you asked for permission,

so we'll just call it being neighbourly.

Okay. Let's... let's do that.

I haven't seen your mom and dad on their walks for a while.

- How are they doing? - You know,

they're slowing down. Thank you.

But they're having the conversation about moving

to Florida.

But they're hanging in, you know.

- My mom, too. - Mmm.

I get it.

My mom made me promise I'd come by today. It's...

It's my birthday, so...

Wait...

- Today is your birthday? - Yeah.

- Today is your birthday? - It is.

- Yes, she... - Oh.

She made me a cake. Like I was a little kid.

'Cause she still thinks you're her baby.

I think it's sweet.

Hmm.

Um...

Happy birthday...

It's Brett.

- I'm Isabel. - Yeah, I know.

And I think birthdays are a big deal.

- Do you? Wow. - Yes, I do.

- Not me, honestly, but... - They should be.

- Really? - Yes.

Okay.

Will you come over?

Come have a slice of cake with us,

you know, that would make my mom so happy.

And... And, you know, it would make the birthday

a big deal, because I don't have any idea how to do that.

Well, I haven't seen your mom and dad for a while.

- There you go. - Yeah.

I'll come in and say hi.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Wow.

- Okay. - Oh, God.

- What? - Nothing, what?

Come on, let's go eat some cake.

- She makes a mean cake, too. - Really?

Oh, yeah, she's got the layers going.

- What kind are we talking about? - We're talking about, I mean...

Hopefully, there's not gonna be, like, a fire engine on it

like when I was seven, you never know with my mom.

These are the minutes from the meeting in 1934.

15 months after the meeting, they become law.

- Jim Crow laws. - Yes.

- American race laws. - Yes.

It's mind-blowing.

"Our problem is different.

Their problem is...

negroes with nothing to build upon.

A problem that plays no part for us here in Germany.

Our problem is the Jews,

who must be kept enduringly apart."

- What is this? - That is a transcript

of a meeting that I saw a picture of,

where Nazi lawyers were studying American law and customs

to figure out how to pull off the Holocaust.

Our problem is the Jews who must be kept enduringly apart,

since there's no doubt that they represent

a foreign body in the Volk.

And segregation will never achieve the goal

as long as the Jews have economic power

in the German fatherland as they do have now.

As long as they have the most beautiful automobiles,

- the most beautiful motorboats... - Mm-hmm.

As long as they play a prominent role

in the pleasure spots and resorts

and everywhere that costs money.

This can only be achieved through measures

that forbids sexual mixing of a Jew and a German,

and imposes criminal punishment.

We must answer the question today

as to whether laws that the Reich will institute

should declare only the separation of races,

or if it should declare the superiority of one

and the inferiority of others.

In the fall of 1933,

Allison Davis and his wife, Elizabeth,

cut short their advanced studies at the University of Berlin,

and fled Germany when Hitler took power.

Well, we finally got proof

that one landowner named Bailey has been whipping sharecroppers.

Bailey's wife told me

that's the way to manage them when they get too "uppity"?

We heard about a tenant farmer, one county over,

who was beaten so badly by a store merchant, he can't bring in a crop.

We're headin' over there tomorrow.

Do you know what sparked that?

The Negro man asked for a receipt.

Beat him right there in the store.

It inspired him to study the process of injustice.

This gave Dr. Davis new insight into the nature of hate.

The other half of their team was a white couple

named Burleigh and Mary Gardner,

also Harvard anthropologists.

The mission was quietly revolutionary.

Together, all four would embed themselves

in an isolated Southern town from both sides

of the caste divide.

One breach of a social order could cost them

all their lives.

And this was exactly what they were doing

in Natchez, Mississippi,

breaching the social order to study the social hierarchy

of the South.

A mission that would render them

undercover investigators

in order to fit into the community.

This would be one of the first studies

of its kind.

Neither couple fully knew what they were

getting themselves into.

Out in public,

they had to remain in character at all times.

With the Davises required to show deference

to the Gardners and never give the appearance

that they were, in fact, colleagues in the trenches,

they had to keep to their own caste performance.

Everyone had to play the part expected of them.

They don't need to be out on these streets.

You seen 'em around before?

Oh, yeah.

The monkey's getting too big for his britches.

Hmm.

- Might've to train him.

Come on.

I don't see how we stay much longer.

Our neighbour practically invited us

to a lynching yesterday.

And Allison, there've been some...

some unkind things said about you.

I can't be sure these folks don't get in mind

and do something.

We're seeing similar suspicion,

- we should consider. - Not yet.

- Allison. - You're getting into the wide inner circle

- of this town... - It's not worth our safety.

...and that is what we need to observe.

We're close.

The two couples kept on the move,

constantly changing clandestine locations for safety.

They couldn't go to each other's homes.

Mixing of races was not allowed publicly

in any form except subservience.

"A most striking tenet of their embrace of supremacy

is deference."

That should be the core of the chapter, don't you think?

Maybe you're right.

Deference goes beyond mere observance

of certain formalities.

We call them "sir"

and they call us "boy" and "gal."

Exactly.

Never contradicting whites.

Always agreeing with them.

Evenin'.

- Hey! - Y'all eat?

Been out here readin' and writin' for hours.

Greens with fatback gonna get cold.

Hey, now, ain't gotta tell me twice.

No. Yes, ma'am. Can't wait to try them greens.

We'll be there.

All right.

Hey!

Hi!

The American material gives us

a path to an answer.

Yeah. America has succeeded here.

Their legislation does not base itself

on the mere idea of racial difference.

But to the extent this legislation is aimed at Negroes,

it bases itself absolutely

on the idea of inferiority.

Well, Germans are already convinced that the Jews

are an inferior race.

German laws should reflect that.

Precisely.

I am of the opinion that we can proceed

with the same primitivity as the American states.

Such a procedure would be...

crude legally,

but it would suffice.

The Nazi blueprint,

for the extermination of millions of people,

was directly patterned after America's enslavement

and segregation of Black people.

- America taught the Nazis? - Caste in America.

In Germany, it functions the same.

The outcomes might be different,

like Sabine said.

But it is the same.

I think that the caste system in India,

I think that there is a connection there too,

but... the interconnectedness.

That is my point.

That is what I'm saying.

Come here.

We proudly bestow this Ambedkar Award

to Dr. Suraj Yengde,

postdoctoral fellow at the Harvard Kennedy School.

Come on, win it! Come on, win it!

Nathaniel, I know it's gonna be worth the wait.

Give it to me.

Carol, can you finish uncovering this one?

I got it, baby.

This chicken looks good.

What?

- Respectfully... - Yeah.

We and everybody are just wondering about an ETA.

The ETA is when I say it's ready,

respectfully.

Yes, ma'am.

- Hi, Isabel. - Hello.

- How you been? - I've been all right.

Yeah, how are you holding up?

All is well.

How are you two?

We're good.

- Everything's good. - Starvin'.

I wanted to ask if you knew one of my professors,

Dr. Montgomery?

I think he studies the same things you do.

Oh, no. But I'm not keeping up like I used to, so...

Of course. Well, he is a smart man,

a nice older gentleman.

I thought you might like to meet him.

He is handsome for his age, Black.

Why don't the two of you take this over to the Uno table?

And tell them we startin'.

- Okay. - Okay.

Boy.

They mean well.

You know, Brett always looked forward to these.

You and Mama were the only ones that let him in.

Folks weren't mean.

I know, but there was always... that.

"When is she gonna leave him

and find herself a good brother?"

Now, these containers, these containers we're in.

We, we... Maybe the...

Maybe the label says, "Black woman."

Maybe the label says, "White man, or Asian."

Hey! Fix your face.

You're too young for all that.

You read the label and we think we know

what's on the inside.

Y'all can eat now. Mm-hmm.

We trust the label.

We put the container on the shelf.

And that's it.

That's it.

Who need a kiss for good luck?

- Me. - 'Cause that hand is trash.

Come on, Mama, give me some sugar.

There you go. Thank you, baby.

Okay, so now go ahead, I'm listenin'.

I think that's what my book is about.

Oh. Okay.

I forgot, which one is yours, which one is mine?

This one is mine.

Okay. Oh, here you go.

So, your book is about interracial relationships.

Mm, no, no. It's about...

it's about caste.

It's a phenomenon of placing one group above another group.

In a hierarchy.

And the consequences to its victims

and presumed beneficiaries.

Um...

One more time in English?

A little Pulitzer Prize-less, if you can.

I can!

Okay, well, then do it. Make it plain.

Because the stuff you were saying about the Nazis

got me all twisted around.

How is that in the same book about Brett?

I don't get it.

Do you think slavery was a system

of terrorism and torture

that the Europeans used to profit off the labour

of Black people who they considered inferior?

Yeah. Hell yes, it was.

- No. - Don't shake your head, it was!

No, they made it all up.

Your girl Toni Morrison said,

"Why would you give your child to be nursed and raised

by people who you think aren't human,

who are animals?"

- Yes, Toni. - Yes, Toni.

It was all lies. They knew we weren't inferior,

but they magnified, they magnified the myths.

They codify them, set them in stone,

in systems, in our laws,

in our healthcare, in where we live, how we learned,

the kind of work that we do, even our food.

- Racism at its finest. - Mm-hmm.

No, it's caste.

Everything you just said was racist.

Okay. Well, if it's racist,

then why is the same thing happening in India?

They're all brown. They're all Indian.

Marion, right now to this day,

there is a system in India

where generations of people are forced to clean sewers

with their hands,

their shit, with their hands.

They are beneath the lowest of the hierarchy.

They're called Dalits.

At one point, they were forced to tie brooms

around their waists because

their shadows were supposedly polluted.

- Hmm. - Their shadows.

They had to sweep behind themselves

when they walked.

How is it racist if they're all the same race?

Okay, do you think that Jews are white?

Definitely.

The majority are.

But the same thing happened to Jews in Germany

during the Holocaust.

The Nazis wanted to create an all-white republic,

but they hated, they hated the Jews.

So, they said, "How do we make the Jews not white?"

So, they put them at the bottom of the hierarchy.

They said that they were greedy.

They said that they were dishonest.

They blamed them for Germany losing the First World War.

They blamed them for everything bad

that happened in Germany.

They were dogs.

"Kill them. Gas them, wipe them out."

The Jews and the Nazis were the same colour.

We have to consider oppression in a way

that does not centralize race.

We do it here in America, yes, because racism is all we know.

But these containers,

the Dalits in India, Jewish people in Germany,

Black folks in America,

all these containers have something in common.

Race is not one of them.

It's caste.

Only took you 10 minutes for that comeback.

Figure out how to say more of what you just said,

make it plain.

Talk to real people like you just did to me.

Real people.

Real things.

You know, we met in college.

So, one time, she comes up and saying,

-"Can I borrow a pen?"

You are... nigga! That is not true!

And he didn't know the day of the final.

So he's like, "I've seen you in my class..."

And I'm just going...

"Do you know exactly what the day of the..."

And... see. I think you were trying to get to me.

- Let me let you in on a secret. - Mmm.

- Okay. - I knew when the final was.

- That's my baby. - Night, night.

Night, night. Sweet dreams.

Isabel.

Come by more often, will ya?

We seem to only get the lasagna when you around here.

I'm hearing that she's stingy with the lasagna.

I don't know what it is.

Stop, you are lying too close to Sunday, come on.

- Love you. - It was good seeing you.

- Good night. - Good night. Good to see you, too.

Make sure they bathe. With water, real water.

Yes, ma'am.

- And a washcloth. - I'll do my best, baby.

Shit, do I... What... Do I just...

Do I talk slow? What do I...

Okay, so I was in 10th grade, and we had just moved to Texas,

and my friend and I had this... these walkie-talkies.

Which, you know, we'd be using between classes,

to talk or whatever.

- And this was pre-cell phone, of course. - Right.

- Right. - Late 80s.

And... the principal called me to his office,

he was all suspicious.

Because he wanted to know why all these people

were gathered around my locker.

So I showed him the walkie-talkie.

And he asked my name.

And I said, "Miss Hale."

And he said,

"What is your first name?"

"It's Miss."

I said, "What is your first name?"

"My name's Miss."

He's, "I don't have time for all this foolishness, gal.

What is your real name?"

I've... I've repeated my damn name four times.

That's a direct defiance of caste.

The most personal I've heard yet.

Can you imagine that?

A young Black man plotting

to force the respect of white people.

Your father tore a loophole through the hierarchy.

It's brilliant.

Brilliant. Go on, go on.

So the principal was furious.

So he tells his secretary to check my records,

and, of course, they confirm that my legal name

is Miss Hale.

So he says to me,

"Hale. I don't know any Hales.

You not from around here.

Where's your father from?"

And I said, "He's from Alabama."

And he said,

"I knew you weren't from around here.

You know how I knew?

And I said, "No."

And he said, real cold...

"'Cause you looking me in the eye.

Coloured folk around here know better."

I was...

I was scared.

- You know, I was a kid. - Yeah.

I had never felt...

that...

that cold glare.

You know, he was lookin' me right in the eyes,

demanding that I not look him in the eyes.

You know, my...

You know, Daddy would...

It's okay. It's okay.

Daddy tell me again and again,

"Always live up to your name."

He said, "Miss...

They don't have the corner on humanity.

They don't have the corner on femininity.

They don't have the corner on what it means

to be a whole, noble, honourable person."

Far from it.

Thank you.

You okay?

Most relationships end.

Friendships, romances.

Divorces. I mean, separations, people grow apart.

They break.

But we didn't break.

We fought that night.

It was about something so silly, Miss.

I should have spent more time with her.

Daddy would want me to fix this.

For Christ's sake, would you stop, Isabel?

Just stop.

It's her idea, she made a choice,

she's a grown woman, let her make it.

It's like you hide behind this thing with your mother.

- Hiding? - I just don't get it.

- Hide? I'm not hiding. - Hiding. You're hiding.

I'm not hiding.

So silly.

And then...

he offered me some pasta...

to apologize.

You want some of that pasta?

- Save me some. - Okay.

And then that was it.

But we didn't break.

We did not break.

We were together.

Til' the end.

He should be here, Miss.

He should be here.

And the one person...

that I could talk to about...

she's gone, too.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Come, come, come.

- You're okay.

I just wanna scream,

I just wanna scream, I just wanna scream.

Then scream. Then scream.

Scream.

Roomy. Fantastic light.

Will you update or sell as original?

I was thinking a fresh coat of paint.

Vintage it is.

Yeah.

There might be water damage there.

Yes, with everything going on, I just...

I just basically locked up the house,

I have to deal with it.

It's a process.

Isn't everything?

So what is the price difference

between fixing it up and selling it as is?

- As is? - Yeah.

You're basically giving this little jewel away.

The area's hot right now with hipsters.

And these older homes, when they're fixed up,

can sometimes double in value.

If you can put a few thousand towards getting it fixed,

you would have a competitive situation on your hands

with multiple bidders.

You write books, right?

A book.

I'm writing another one, but...

books don't pay as much as people think.

I get it.

Sell as a fixer and don't even worry about it.

Let someone else do the work.

So let's discuss the contract.

Once the property is clear, we'll go ahead

and do an open house, that way, people can come in

and view the property and see what they're willing to offer.

Like I said, we'll get multiple bidders...

- Who is that? - What?

They didn't wanna get in trouble.

Stop.

She sucked her thumb and peed in the bed

'til she was 20 years old.

I'm not... I'm just... Stop.

So cute. So cute.

- Mm, mm, mm.

Look at Mama.

So cute.

- So fine. - Yeah.

How much is it?

Eh...

All four estimates are over $10,000.

- Damn. - Yeah.

You can't sell the roofless house.

Well, we'll have to wait til' I get back.

- You leave when again? - Next month.

I have so much research to do here,

and I have to start a new draft soon.

Do you even know anybody in India?

Marion, here's Uncle.

That's the point of travellin'.

Meeting new people.

Travelling to places where you are warmly welcomed

by familiar faces is underrated.

Well, I might have found an Indian professor

- who can help me navigate.

"Might"?

No, no "might."

Here you are.

No, no, no.

- Thank you. - Thank you, Madam.

Okay, good. Oh, good.

Isabel! Isabel!

Suraj!

- So good to see you. - Hello, hello.

Allow me to introduce my esteemed friend...

- Yes. - ...Professor Ram Kamli.

- The pleasure is mine. - Thank you, thank you.

You know what we're gonna do? We're gonna go straight.

We're gonna walk right there.

- That's where we gotta go. - We're doing that?

We're gonna do that.

- You're excited? - Yes, I am.

Welcome to India, Isabel. It's so good to have you.

I'm happy to be here.

There are signals on all the corners.

And this is one of the... This is not four-way.

- This is five-way. - Five-way.

And if you add a person like me,

I make my own way.

- So, it's like six-way. - Six-way?

Oh my...

A beautiful market.

- I like this one. - You like this one?

She would like this.

- It's for my cousin. - That look gorgeous.

Thank you.

Why is the statue caged?

Ah. Quite observant.

He's Babasaheb, the leader of Dalits.

Isabel, he's Dr. Ambedkar!

This is the time when he had just completed

the task of drafting India's constitution.

There, he's holding it and standing tall.

You will find these statues all across the country.

From a busier street, square, parks,

railway stations, bus stations.

Even in people's private properties.

Him standing is an affirmation of our existence.

To us, he is revered.

To others, they revile him.

Dr. Ambedkar statues are one of the most vandalized

in the country.

The cage is to keep the vandals away.

Dr. Ambedkar is more than a champion

and a hero to the Dalit people.

He's the hope that lives within us.

He went to the heart of the problem of caste,

and he thought purity was lying

- beneath the artifice of caste... - Mm-hmm.

And where the human population was chopped

into what he called "fixed and definite units."

In America, you have what you call

the Blacks, the Browns, the Asian, the Whites, and etc.

Similarly, we have in India,

where the Dalits are supposed to be at the bottom

- and the Brahmins at the top. - Mm-hmm.

And between, there are various units of caste.

What maintains this unit into continuing of caste system

is unending violence in the form of rape,

mutilation and murder.

In India, a Dalit person is attacked every 15 minutes.

Every day, 10 Dalit women are raped,

and these are only the reported cases.

Rohith Vemula's friends, family and the wider Dalit Movement

called it an institutional murder.

And they called it this because it was not

simply a case of suicide.

They said that this was an institution

that was systematically discriminating

against a young Dalit student.

And this was important because for a lot of us,

as young folks who were looking

for a life of dignity and respect,

and were looking to education

and the university to give us that life,

it showed that the spectre of caste was still haunting us.

In a world where Dalit people are brutalized,

simply to keep us in our place,

Dr. Ambedkar remains our shining light.

Our guardian, our hero, our father.

The site of Dr. Ambedkar's last home.

- It's a museum now. - Ah.

Quite magnificent.

As you can see, it's an open-book concept.

While he is a giant among Dalits,

the world has failed to acknowledge his genius.

Dr. Ambedkar was separated from the kids of high caste

so as not to pollute them.

As a child, young Bhimrao Ambedkar

was not allowed to touch many of the things

his classmates would touch.

He was not even allowed to touch water at the school.

This is because he was considered

an "untouchable."

That was the term used for Dalits at the time.

Young Ambedkar was not allowed to touch or sit

at a desk during class.

But he persevered.

He continued to study and break barriers.

Dr. Ambedkar earned two PhDs.

One at Columbia University,

and the other at the London School of Economics.

After obtaining his PhDs and passing the bar,

Dr. Ambedkar returned to India as a heralded scholar.

We have been carrying on with untouchability

for the last 2,000 years.

Nobody has bothered about it.

You see? Yes, there are some... some disabilities.

We are very harmful.

Apparently, people can't take water.

People can't have land, you see,

to cultivate and earn their livelihood.

There is an insistence on conflating caste with race.

- Oh, yeah. - If I brought you

to the family reunion, what would you say?

What would you say to them?

My cousin Marion. My... my mother.

What would you say to them

that's important for them to know...

about you, about India,

about caste and our connection?

Our heroes found the connection.

And it is up to us to find it again,

and build upon it in sibling solidarity.

When Bhimrao Ambedkar was a young Indian graduate student,

he found himself in New York City.

Harlem, to be exact.

He saw kindred spirits among Black people in America.

Both in the oppression they faced

and in their survival.

He immediately recognized the similarities

between how African Americans were treated

and the treatment of Dalits.

Asha, you've been doing some work on this right?

Yes, my thesis centred on Dr. King's visit to India.

He saw many of these things first time,

while he and his wife toured the country.

I found the way in which he wrote about India

to be fascinating as someone afflicted by caste

in their own country.

I used his essay in the magazine of United States

as the core of my research. Uh, do you know Ebony Magazine?

Yes.

Yes, I know Ebony Magazine.

Dr. King wrote about India in Ebony?

Yes.

July 1959.

It is quite extraordinary.

And so, there is a connection between us.

The African Americans, the Dalits,

the indigenous people around the world,

the Palestinian people, the Roma people, Buraku people.

- Yes. - The outcasts of Africa

are still fighting for their rights.

Be it Nigeria, Ghana, Senegal.

You go to Latin America, you find outcasts

within the Mexican society or Brazilian society.

And if we think about our histories

through the wonderful ability of love,

the symbols of hate and diets of violence

will be replaced by compassion, care and solidarity.

This is the world that we have to imagine

for ourselves and for others

who have not yet seen the beauty

that human beings have to offer.

One afternoon, I went down to speak

in the southern part of India,

and I remember that afternoon that the principal got up

to introduce me.

He said, "I would like to present to you

a fellow untouchable

from the United States of America."

And for the moment, I was peeved. I was shocked

that I would be introduced as an untouchable.

Pretty soon, my mind ran back across to America.

And I had to say to myself, I am an untouchable.

And segregation is evil and sinful

because it stigmatizes

the segregated as an untouchable

in a caste system.

And this is why I'm convinced

that we have the moral edict,

a moral mandate,

to work to get rid of this unjust and evil system.

I'll put the phone near her.

Okay.

Baby.

- You're on speaker. Um...

She's...

She hasn't been responding to folks.

I understand.

Marion.

It's Isabel.

Hi, Cousin.

I called to say goodbye.

I believe you can hear me.

You mean so much to me.

I remember everything you have ever said to me.

From the time that we were kids

until the last time I heard your voice.

I'll never forget it.

I'll never forget you.

You will walk with me.

You will live in me.

For as long as I'm here.

Watch over me.

Cover me, okay?

I won't see you, but you'll see me.

There's more to life than what you can see.

You're going to experience it all.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I could stay around for a bit.

Don't you dare. You go.

So you can come home and you can write your stories.

'Cause folks need to know about this.

The pillars are working.

You know, it gives it shape.

Good, good.

Then how many of them will there be?

Six or seven.

Maybe eight.

And you are going to make this deadline?

I am going to make this deadline.

This self-imposed deadline.

Well, I don't have anyone to push me anymore,

so I have to push myself.

A caste system needs scaffolding

in order to maintain its hierarchies.

Dr. Ambedkar wrote,

"Caste is an artificial chopping up of

the population into fixed units.

Each unit is prevented from fusing into another

through the custom called endogamy."

Our rehearsing has paid off.

It's only taken six months to get that twirl down.

But...

...completely worthwhile.

Let's go again.

Let me powder my nose first.

In showing how endogamy is maintained,

we can prove the genesis and mechanism of caste.

Endogamy is defined as restricting marriage

to people within the same caste.

Have you heard...

...they're asking for names and addresses.

They won't.

They're looking for artists and people who like jazz.

I don't believe it. It's all blown out of proportion.

No. This happened at the Wonder Room last month.

This is an ironclad foundation

of any caste system.

From ancient India, to the Nazi regime,

to the American colonizers.

Laugh, dear.

Laugh right now.

Endogamy enforces caste boundaries

by forbidding marriage, sexual relations

or even the appearance of romantic interest

across caste lines.

It builds a firewall between certain people.

By closing off legal family connection,

endogamy purposely blocks sense of empathy

and shared destiny between people.

Mama!

Mama!

It was the caste system,

through the practice of endogamy,

which essentially regulated people's romantic choices

over the course of centuries,

that created and reinforced the idea of races.

By permitting only those with similar physical traits

to legally mate.

Endogamy laws written and enforced by white men

designed the population of the United States.

If you were not a white man and you violated that...

An unknowable number of lives were lost due to endogamy...

the defining pillar of caste.

It triggered the most publicized cases

of lynchings in America.

A protocol strictly enforced against Black men

and white women.

Front row seat, darlin'.

One of the foremost scholars of caste

in America once wrote,

"Tied to what one looked like,

membership in either the upper or the lowest caste

is immutable.

Fixed from birth to death.

Inescapable.

One may neither earn nor wed their way out."

That scholar was Dr. Allison Davis.

The Davis and Gardner team emerged

with perhaps the most comprehensive study,

to this day, of the American caste system.

Their book, Deep South,

is a quietly revolutionary landmark experiment

in interracial scholarship.

The Davises and the Gardners remained lifelong friends.

Nazi Germany, the United States and India

all reduced Jews, African Americans and Dalits

to an undifferentiated mass of nameless,

faceless scapegoats.

Millennia ago, Dalits were called

the "untouchables" of India.

Enforced into the degrading work of manual scavenging,

the practice of cleaning excrement

from toilets and open drains by hand

in exchange for leftover food.

The only thing that they have to protect their bodies...

is oil, each other

and their prayers.

To refuse is to invite severe punishment or death.

This persists to this day.

The trade and sale of African people

demolished communities, obliterated families

and tore flesh from spirit.

Human beings were tortured to death,

and thrown overboard on slave ships

during the Middle Passage.

Upon their arrival at the concentration camps,

Jews were stripped of the clothing

of their former lives.

Their heads were shaved.

Distinguishing features like sideburns

or red hair were deleted from them.

They were no longer personalities to engage with.

They became a single mass,

purposely easier for SS officers

to distance themselves from.

Indian activists explained that the manual scavenger

is not a form of employment, but an injustice

akin to slavery.

It is one of the most prominent forms of discrimination

against Dalits, and it is central to the violation

of their human rights,

to their dehumanization.

Through violent storms at sea, starvation,

mutilation and rape,

Black people were stacked and squeezed

into the hulls of ships

to be sold into further unfathomable terror.

Their bodies did not belong to them...

but to the dominating caste to do with however it wished.

No longer daughter of a fisherman,

or a nephew of the midwife,

loving mothers,

headstrong nephews, dedicated bakers

and watchmakers,

all merged into a single mass of undifferentiated bodies.

No longer seen as humans deserving empathy...

but as objects over whom control could be exerted.

They were no longer people.

They were numbers.

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Dehumanized.

Now a soulless animal.

Not human.

It is harder to dehumanize a single person standing

in front of you,

harder to dehumanize an individual

you've gotten the chance to know.

Which is why people and groups who seek power and division

don't bother with dehumanizing an individual.

Better to attach a stigma, a taint of pollution,

to an entire group.

Dehumanize the group

and you've successfully dehumanized

every individual person within it.

Racism is not the same as caste.

Because race does not matter

in order for the system to work.

"Little League team wins championship."

Mama.

"Little League team... splashes."

Oh...

It's true.

Go, go, go!

It was a hot day like today.

We were pretty excited

because we had just won the city championship

when the coach told us he was bringing us to this park.

And we're gonna get to eat and go swimming.

And we were quite excited, as you can imagine.

And then the park ranger came over and pointed out Al.

Hey, boy!

- Yes, sir? - You can't be in here right now.

And you know better. Who you with?

Everything okay here?

- This boy with your team? - He's one of my players.

You know how long it'd take for our maintenance crew

- to clean this up? - Disinfect it?

- Disinfect what? - This is a whites-only pool.

We didn't know. Being young kids,

we didn't understand what was going on.

- Yeah. - And um...

yet we wanted to go in the pool

because it was so hot that day, too.

And then the park ranger, he said,

"If he goes in, nobody goes in."

So, they took Al outside to a blanket out there.

But, you know, we kept looking back at Al,

and see him. Why was he over there?

Mm-hmm.

So, a few of my friends and I went over to talk to him

and to make sure he was okay.

So it felt strange when that happened,

that he was over there

- and you guys were here. - Yeah, it felt separate.

- He was on our team. - Yeah. Right, right.

And he was a big part of our team, and then,

they wouldn't let him in.

Some of the parents brought him over some food to eat.

Mm-hmm.

- He sat there by himself? Ugh. - By himself.

And then, the coach talked to the park ranger again

and said, "Hey, you've gotta let this kid in,

at least for a little swim."

- Yes, yes. - So he talked to the coach

and he said, "There's only one way

- I'm going to let this happen." - Mm-hmm.

Everybody out. Come on, now.

Come on.

Come on out now. Come on.

You cannot touch that water, boy.

You hear me?

Keep your balance.

Do not touch that water.

Real still.

Real still.

Don't touch that water.

It really affected us and we didn't know what to do.

Right.

And it still bothers me today.

As a kid, we just want to play baseball and swim.

We didn't know what to do.

And I wish I could do it over again.

'Cause I don't think I did enough.

How old were you?

I was nine.

Nine years old.

Al Bright went on to become

an artist and educator.

He was the first full-time Black faculty member

at his alma mater, Youngstown State University.

I missed talking to him for the book

by a matter of months.

He passed away at age 82.

But a part of him died that afternoon in 1951.

You're going to be fine.

You're going to be just fine.

The tragedy of caste

is that we are judged on the very things

that we cannot change.

Signposts on our bodies of gender and ancestry,

superficial differences that have nothing to do

with who we are on the inside.

The goal of this work has not been to resolve issues

of a millennia-old phenomenon,

but to bear witness to its presence

in our everyday lives,

to shine a light on its history despite those

who would deny it, despite those

who would withhold it from us even,

who try to convince us that we don't need to know.

We need to know.

You don't escape trauma by ignoring it.

You escape trauma by confronting it.

When you live in an old house,

you may not want to go in the basement after a storm

to see what the rains have brought.

But choose not to look at your own peril.

We're all like homeowners who've inherited a house

on a piece of land that's beautiful

on the outside.

But the soil is unstable.

People say I had nothing to do with how this all started.

I never owned slaves.

I didn't mistreat untouchables.

I didn't gas Jews.

And, yes, not one of us was around

when this house was built.

But here we are.

The current occupants of a property

with stress cracks built into the foundation,

and a roof that must be replaced.

We are the heirs to whatever is right or wrong with it.

We didn't erect the uneven pillars,

but they are ours to deal with now.

The cracks won't fix themselves.

Any more deterioration is on our watch.

Caste is not simply hatred.

It is the worn grooves of routine and expectation.

Patterns of a social order

that have been in place so long, it looks natural...

when it isn't.

Caste is everywhere, yet invisible.

No one avoids exposure to its message,

and the message is simple.

One kind of person is more deserving of freedom

than another kind.

Freedom to love whoever you want to love.

Freedom to go wherever you want to go.

Freedom to express yourself however you want

to express yourself.

Freedom to resist and fight for your human right to do so.

♪ We are the colour ♪

♪ Found in spring ♪

♪ You are the wind ♪

♪ Breathe into me ♪

♪ You inherit me ♪

♪ I inherit you ♪

♪ I am the language ♪

♪ You speak to me ♪

♪ As far as the eye can see ♪

♪ Everything has changed ♪

♪ Tell me how can we stand by ♪

♪ I don't wanna be the same ♪

♪ He toiora ahau nu ♪

♪ Te toi n Kurawaka ♪

♪ Taku rongomaiwhiti e ♪

♪ Tkiri ko te haeata ♪

♪ Anga atu ki te r ♪

♪ Whiti, whiti ki te ora e ♪

♪ We are the waters ♪

♪ The rivers and streams ♪

♪ Flow through the armour ♪

♪ Of a dying breed ♪

♪ I am with you ♪

♪ And you are with me ♪

♪ Baptised in fire ♪

♪ We're lions in the ring ♪

♪ As far as the eye can see ♪

♪ Everything has changed ♪

♪ Tell me how can we stand by ♪

♪ I don't wanna be the same ♪

♪ He toiora ahau nu ♪

♪ Te toi n Kurawaka ♪

♪ Taku rongomaiwhiti e ♪

♪ Tkiri ko te haeata ♪

♪ Anga atu ki te r ♪

♪ Whiti, whiti ki te ora e... ♪