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It all seemed so long ago,

but it wasn't even yesterday.

Dragged onto a ship by angry strangers

and dumped onto the shores of a distant planet.

A place thick with the stench of blood and death,

where monstrous screams echoed in the wind

and the colorless inhabitants resembled dying ghosts.

We would've thought we were in the land of the dead,

had the elders not already told us

that the land of the dead was where our ancestors lived

and the spirits roamed.

But these people were not our ancestors.

In the land where we came from,

it is said that if a man uses only his eyes,

he will never see danger until it's too late.

They looked at us and saw nothing.

We looked at them and saw everything.

This was a place beyond death.

He looks sick, Jason.

It's best to let the weak ones drop.

It saves money.

Here! Where the hell do you think you are going?

Look at the state of him, he needs help.

He'll be all right. Do you want us--

Hey, Jason, your missus ain't gonna turn out to be one of those

nigger-loving types, is she?

- See? - ♪ Kumbaya my Lord ♪

♪ Kumbaya ♪

- ♪ Kumbaya ♪ - Thank Heavens they got the old brute.

- ♪ Kumbaya, my Lord ♪ - I sure will sleep easier tonight.

♪ Kumbaya ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, kumbaya ♪

♪ Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, kumbaya ♪

Hey, boy! Make sure you brand him good and proper this time.

- Yes, sir. - It'll be a pleasure, sir.

Shut it!

He spoke a foreign tongue,

but his message was clear.

We must leave before it was too late.

What we had just witnessed

was not the cruel burning of an old man's flesh.

It was the permanent branding of a human soul.

And it would be our turn next.

As children, our mothers had told us that when you died,

you returned to the beginning

and lived in the land of the spirits

until it was time for the Earth to give birth to you again.

Evil warriors have brought us here.

Now we have to find our own way back.

You can do what you like with me, nigger boy.

But you can't touch them.

Them is free.

Them is going back home.

I wish no man evil.

But let he who says he's tired of life go before me

to see what it is like in the land of the spirits.

The majority of people will decide where and when.

This is not communism. This is a democracy.

And we are all going to respect the law, or we pay the price.

I know that law, you bastards.

According to African mythology,

as we sank beneath the sea,

our spirits were carried by the waves back to the land of our ancestors.

Most people nowadays think that we simply drowned,

but on that day long ago, we proved everybody wrong.

For as we sank deeper into the bowels of the Earth,

our bodies were dragged into the abyss

and towards the gates of the city,

the gates of Babylon, no man's land,

a place where neither our spirits were free

nor our bodies dead.

This is the transit zone between two worlds.

Officially, it is known as Transdean,

but we call it the Terrordome.

The question is whether we are free as a people.

Question is...

if you don't know your past, then you don't know your future.

When you gonna wake up, Black man?

When you gonna realize that it's our time now?

Motherfucking cops!

Look at them!

Coming through our community all the time!

With their boots on our neck, these vicious racist pigs!

Nigga, what you doing in there with them?

Why you colluding with them devils?

You need to come home!

Come home, brother!

Come back to your-- Hey, leave me alone!

Station X.

This is Station X.

Coming at you live and direct from the streets of Transdean.

Them take your taxes.

And say they're gonna fix the ozone layer.

But the sun's gone down and it's still getting hot.

Got to go to a tune now, but don't touch that dial.

I'm Soul Sister, and I'll be back

with some of the hotter songs and hardest line.

Yo, baby. I got to go, you know.

The boys are waiting.

All right.

I'll see you later?

- Later? - Yes.

I got mango. I got papaya.

Anjela would never ask me what I was doing or where was going

when I said I had to meet the boys.

She knew that if she asked,

I'd tell her the truth and the truth wouldn't be nice.

Nothing in the fucking Terrordome was nice.

It was a dirty, rancid, stinking shithole.

The end of the line.

A place where you stayed stoned until it was time to die.

Nobody actually lived in the Terrordome.

The best you could hope for was just to survive

and I was doing what I had to do to make sure my family survived.

Nah, nah, forget it. Yo, G. Yo, fuck that, man, we've gotta go.

So that night, just like any other,

I went off to see to business and Anjela went home to see to the kids.

Okay, now, enough TV.

Anjela put everything

into trying to make things different for the kids.

- It was like it was her purpose in life. - Come, big boy, gimme a kiss.

She taught them to read 'cause the teachers didn't give a shit.

She kept them off the streets

and even made him go to bed at a proper time.

But she was fighting a losing battle.

The kids knew the score.

Dad was a gang leader.

He sold drugs for a living.

Uncle Spike was his first lieutenant.

And Auntie Chrissie,

she jacked up in the living room.

...in a statement issued to the press earlier today,

General Ted Voss, Commander in Chief of the armed forces,

said he welcomed the move and added that he was grateful

to community groups and individuals for their advice and suggestions

in finding particular solutions to a very difficult investigation.

...will not be tolerated.

Security agents will root out the ringleaders

of prison unrest by using...

- Chrissie, I've told you not to-- - Not to do it in front of the kids.

Well, I'm not doing it in front of the kids,

so what's your problem?

Anyway, I can't do it next door.

Grandma have one of her freak-outs.

Maybe Grandma's got a point.

In an attempt to control the situation,

plastic bullets were fired into the crowd, killing several civilians...

Jesus, it's hot.

It's always fucking hot.

Tick tock, tick tock...

It's ten after ten and the body count's growing.

Nine brothers died in a drive-by homicide.

If you're out on the streets tonight, take care.

'Cause I'm telling you, there's something in the air.

Station X.

Station X.

You actually putting dope in?

Who cares?

This stuff ain't for the homeboys.

White trash aren't gonna know any different.

That's all right then.

Listen, don't get on your high horse about white folks.

They've been selling us this shit for years.

Just getting our act together, that's all.

Now they get high, and we get the bucks.

But when you got the bucks, you don't need to get high.

Simple.

Try telling that to Chrissie.

Chrissie's a fucking space cadet.

She's your sister.

I know.

That's why she gets the stuff without the baby powder.

Oh, so she can die nice and slow

instead of from an exploding heart like white trash.

Look, Jodie, don't try and make me feel sorry for white people.

From where I'm standing here, the only good pale face is a dead one.

Are there any exceptions to that?

Michael Jackson?

I see.

But, Jodie, you don't count.

That's a Black baby you got in there.

You are one of us now.

It's okay then.

You all sweating out there?

Sweet.

Groove time coming up.

And Soul Sister's gonna slow things down.

For all the lovers in the house.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah.

Nobody in the posse was happy about the number two fucking a white girl.

Sure, it may be the love story of the century,

but as far as the rest of us were concerned,

she was just one big fucking problem.

A pretty blonde runaway from a third-rate Mr. Big over in Whitesville.

But she was Spike's problem.

His job was to make sure things stayed that way.

'Cause in the Terrordome, you could forget old blue eyes.

It was brothers killing brothers just to survive.

Shit.

Jodie.

Jodie!

Jodie, get up.

You know tonight's important.

All right.

Talk to me, talk to me.

Don't do this! Don't do this! Please.

Please, don't do this.

At night,

the streets belonged to the gangs.

And as far as we were concerned,

the police were just another set of gangsters to worry about.

Only a certain type of cop got sent down here.

Sick motherfuckers who liked the sport.

Their orders were to make sure that the drugs and guns stayed in the ghetto.

The gray suits and City Hall didn't give a damn what we did

as long as we did it amongst ourselves.

The Reds, the Blues, and the pigs, all squabbling over the same drugs money.

But shit, nobody in the Terrordome had two pennies to rub together.

We were corporations without a market and we all needed to expand.

Tonight, my crew had a shot at getting our products into Whitesville.

If we could do this, we could take over.

But word had got out,

and it was making everybody nervous.

Yo, Spike, I hope she ain't told any of her old school friends about tonight.

Man, I keep telling you.

She ain't got no old school friends.

She's one of us now.

She might be a lot of things, Spike,

but one of us, she ain't.

Besides, I keep telling you, anyone who can shit on one set of friends

can just as easily shit on the next.

Yo, they're here.

Peace, man.

I thought you was expecting me.

Said you'd come alone.

So did you.

Have you got the goods?

You got the money?

It's all there.

Please, outside first.

Let my man deal with it.

Christ's sake, Spike, do you think I'm stupid?

I ain't gonna mess with you on your own turf.

Well, like he's saying, this is our turf.

So let's do it our way.

How much more of this gear can you get hold of?

There's plenty more where that came from.

You want to put in an order?

Now who's going too fast? You should see...

Jason, is that not your missus over there?

What's she doing hangin' out with a bunch of niggers?

What's the matter, Jason?

Your dick so small, she's gotta go search for some real action?

You fucking joke! I'm gonna fucking kill you!

You have no fucking clue you're talking about.

If you don't watch that fucking mouth of yours,

I'm telling you...

My favorite album.

...you fucking wasted cretin!

Shut the fuck up.

Another easy lay, G.

Hey, listen, try not to spend it all on our Snow White here.

Hey, come on. Give a guy a break.

You gotta go set up for yourself.

Yeah, soon come. Gotta give Gran her housekeeping.

If she ever knew where that was coming from, G.

She'd have a fucking heart attack.

Hurry up here. Yo.

Hey, come on, Jodie, let's go see Gran.

That motherfucker's got serious problems.

I mean, what does he think?

That I fuck Black boys on behalf of the CSPD?

Come on, you know Black Rad.

He gotta look out for the crew.

- Right, Spike, take his side as usual. - I ain't taking sides.

He's my sister's husband. You are my girl.

Just one big happy family.

Hey, come on, you've got to give it time.

Come off it, Spike.

You know as far as he's concerned, I'll always be the fucking enemy.

Nobody said it was gonna be easy.

Nobody was wrong.

♪ You know my homeboy Spike ♪

♪ He had a thing for a white girl ♪

♪ Acting all Black with her hair In the dry curl ♪

♪ Bring this bitch to hang with my homes ♪

♪ Her closet deposit of skeleton bones ♪

♪ Didn't think that who he sleep with ♪

♪ Could have such an effect On my wife and my kids ♪

♪ But it did, amid the chaos ♪

♪ You sleep with the enemy We all pay the cost ♪

♪ For them t'ing Does a man have to die ♪

♪ For my brother-in-law So we soon get a fly ♪

♪ But did he take a tip To check out her past? ♪

♪ 'Cause if he did He wouldn't have to ask ♪

♪ Who that white boy ratted to the pigs ♪

♪ That's what slipping Yo, look who it is ♪

Who are they?

Snow White.

Visit the wolves, man.

Do you want to know what I got to say or not?

Oh, no!

It's not Snow White, it's John Wayne.

I'm really scared.

♪ You want to get the Blue Gang, right? ♪

♪ Well, I know where they're selling Their drugs tonight ♪

♪ We can make a deal I'll help you to get them ♪

♪ I'll find them, you fuck them ♪

♪ And we can forget 'em ♪

You know they're only selling the gear to whites now, don't you?

If a nigger comes along, they turn him away.

Who the fuck you calling a nigger, motherfucker?

Listen, a junkie is a fucking junkie.

You got the number, don't fuck up.

I won't fuck up.

Don't forget, I've got my own stuff to take care of tonight.

Well, Snowy.

You don't wanna waste your time.

I mean, now that she's tasted the Black, she ain't never coming back.

And that's a fact, Jack.

♪ Didn't take a tip To check out her past ♪

♪ Without no cash Your future can't last ♪

♪ You love her, she loves your big dick ♪

♪ Boo didn't guess that ex was sick ♪

Granny?

Mm-hmm. We outta here.

Mm-hmm. You just be careful.

Sure. Yo, sis, later.

Bye, Mrs. Parkson.

- See you later. - See you.

It's open.

Yo, sis, peace.

Come on, Chrissie, let's get the fuck outta here.

Yeah, man. I'll check you later, yeah, sis?

And news just in.

Earlier on today, members of the Presidential Guard

fired bullets and tear gas in an effort to prevent opposition politicians

boarding a plane at Katsberg International Airport.

The politicians were heading for an emergency session of the OA...

Can't you get her to turn down that fucking music?

It wouldn't make a lot of difference.

It would make some.

Despite all Anjela's effort,

Hector was definitely turning out to be his father's son.

He had his own crew, his own plans,

his own life.

I guess most fathers would've been proud

to see their son turning out to be just like them.

But considering what was about to happen that night,

I'd have given anything,

anything for him to have been a whingy, whiny little mommy's boy.

Anjela?

Anjela, turn that noise down, girl.

For Christ's sake, Anjela!

Turn the fucking music down!

♪ It's not the way we planned ♪

♪ I need to break loose ♪

♪ Feel like my neck's in the noose ♪

♪ You deplore my rapport ♪

♪ I'm above the law ♪

♪ I see the blood, the guts The scars, the butts ♪

♪ The bites, the cuts ♪

♪ I think I'm going nuts ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, I'll say your prayer ♪

♪ Lord God, can you hear? ♪

♪ Help me, because I'm living in fear ♪

♪ Off the fascist front ♪

♪ BNP are on the hunt ♪

♪ We should have stopped Those bastards in '91 ♪

♪ When they killed Rolan Adams ♪

♪ Those they sent to keep the peace Help us the least ♪

♪ So we call them the beast ♪

♪ And pray that they are deceased Hustlers, swindlers ♪

Come on, come on.

♪ We can't depend on the others ♪

♪ Not even now we're all mother ♪

♪ I live for now 'Cause I know there is no future ♪

♪ You can keep dreaming if it suits ya ♪

♪ But I'll uproot ya, rebuked ya ♪

♪ 'Cause this once Green and pleasant land's... ♪

Come on, it's all clear.

- Yeah! - Yo, what's happening?

What's up? Mama make you clean up your room first?

Get outta here, man.

♪ Systematic nightmare ♪

♪ So fuck the power of prayer ♪

♪ If I don't pack my hardware ♪

♪ Well then, I'm living in fear ♪

♪ Welcome to my home This is the Terrordome ♪

♪ Where there used to be grass ♪

♪ Now there's only steel and stone ♪

♪ Welcome to my home This is the Terrordome ♪

Go, Spike, go!

Yo, Spike, come down.

Yo, Spike, get your ass up here and grab the mic.

Yo, Spike, man, please. Oh, no. Oh, Lord, here we go. Here we go.

Now, after all that gangster shit, I'm gonna give it to you freestyle.

♪ You've just seen your homeboy Support and pass the mic ♪

♪ Nobody sees you dissing But this I don't like ♪

♪ Let's modify and clarify... ♪

♪ There ain't no danger zone Ain't no need for Jodie's fretting ♪

♪ Girl, you know it's simple Each and every time ♪

♪ Though I'm Black and you are white ♪

♪ Things will work out fine ♪

♪ You love me, and I love you, girl ♪

♪ That counts for something ♪

♪ Compose yourself and ease up And terminate the fretting ♪

Y'all hush up, I'm going to speed things up now...

♪ Get up, to get down ♪

♪ Late 911 Where's the May crown? ♪

♪ Get up, to get down ♪

♪ Late 911 Where's the May crown? ♪

♪ They don't care 'Cause they stay up late anyway ♪

♪ Like another nigga That can't beat to play ♪

♪ I know his number, I know these people ♪

♪ Your life is on the line And you're dead today ♪

Tasha. Tasha.

Tasha, wake up.

Wake up. Wake up.

- Where's Hector? Where's your brother? - You're hurting me.

Tell me, it's important.

I'm frightened.

Why are you frightened? What happened?

He went out the window with King.

Now go back to sleep. I'll be back soon.

Gran...

Gran!

Gran, Mom's going out looking for Hector.

She's taken Dad's gun.

Jesus. Where did Hector go?

I think he went to the rap house.

Mama Rosa, don't phone the police. They'll arrest Anjela.

God knows where that gun's been.

♪ Jealous, they're jealous They're jealous ♪

♪ And they get zealous With ways to repel us ♪

♪ When now our homeboy sell us out ♪

♪ Yo, ease up off the white girl ♪

♪ What's that all about? ♪

♪ Didn't take a tip To check out her past ♪

♪ Without your past Your future can't last ♪

Yeah.

Patch me through to Officer Georgeo.

♪ They caught us shipping In the old factory ♪

♪ Remember our deal Though you know the story ♪

♪ You can have the niggas in the court I'm your witness ♪

♪ But stay out my way 'Cause I got my own business ♪

♪ Think I'm going to let my wife Leave me for a coon ♪

- Yes! - ♪ And keep her life? ♪

♪ Nah, I'm going to drill her ♪

♪ Teach her for leaving me for a gorilla ♪

♪ So you can have a nigger that fuck ♪

♪ Tonight I'ma get that slut ♪

♪ That line between love And hate disintegrate ♪

♪ When she chose a Black playmate ♪

- You seen Hector? - No.

You know where Black's rave is?

I didn't know Black had a rave tonight.

Has he been a naughty boy?

If you see Hector, tell him I'm looking for him, right?

Hector?

Hector, what are you...

Oh, gosh.

Hector?

Hector!

Hector!

Stop! Stop!

Wait, stop. Help me.

Funky, cool...

My son, he's missing. I didn't see him.

He climbed out the window, I was in the other room.

What's your name? You live here?

Yeah. Here, just up--

He's only 11. He's my son.

She's got small titties, you know I like the bitches with the big titties.

I don't know where he is.

You know what I'm saying?

Fuck off.

Yes, yo, Bovell, man. Put your dick away.

I'll call you later, yeah? We'll take lunch.

Fuck off!

♪ It is like Another nigga that can't beat ♪

♪ I know his number I know these people ♪

♪ If your life is on the line And you're dead today ♪

♪ Get up, to get, to get down ♪

♪ Late 911 Where's the May crown? ♪

♪ Get up, to get, to get down ♪

♪ Late 911 Where's the May crown? ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm declaring that I love her's The facts ♪

♪ So if you think it's... A setback ♪

♪ No need to feel rejected, 'cause-- ♪

You're listening to Station X.

All news mega mix.

Station X.

- News time. - Station X.

And now for news a little closer to home.

In a statement issued today by the Metropolitan Police Office,

arson was officially blamed as the cause of the fire,

which earlier this week destroyed

Transdean's last fully functioning high school.

Tim Sims, the school janitor,

and Danny, his six-year-old son,

were killed in the blaze, which involved six fire companies,

covered three city blocks, took almost eight hours to combat.

City Hall has dismissed community leaders' demands

for an investigation into why it took the emergency services

over four hours to arrive at the scene.

Now there's a surprise.

What is going on? Jesus Christ!

Come here, you fucking slag.

Stay still, bitch!

All right, come on.

...for the baby.

Get off me!

Jason, what the fuck are you doing?

- Get off me! - What's the matter with you?

Stay still, bitch!

You bastard!

You bastard!

This has nothing to do with her, Jason, please, leave her alone.

I've got a baby in here.

You fucking bastard.

She's pregnant!

Jesus Christ!

God, no.

You fucking whore. Nigger-loving whore!

Stop it!

No, please.

You're sick! You're sick!

Oh, God, no!

Oh, Jodie, I'm sorry.

Oh, Jodie, no!

Please, don't do this!

Stop!

Get him!

Come back here, you fucking bastard.

Eat shit, nigger lover.

Shit.

Mother?

Mother...

Mother, can you hear us?

Mother...

Persistence of memory...

Where is this land where we remain?

Persistence of memory...

if you don't know your past, then you don't know your future.

Where is this land where we remain?

We interrupt our scheduled slam

to bring you this urgent broadcast.

Brothers and sisters, up to the minute Ghetto News.

We have caller X on the line with this disturbing information.

Caller X, take it away.

♪ This is real shit ♪

♪ I heard Rad's son just got hit ♪

♪ By the fascists They killed him just for fun ♪

♪ And they claim it's only just begun ♪

♪ You mean Hector's down? ♪

♪ Hector's dead, and the Reds And Blues are being arrested ♪

♪ And I got to bring to your attention ♪

♪ in police detention ♪

♪ Instead of a police investigation ♪

♪ They round us up to stop retaliation ♪

♪ The people's station Needs more information ♪

♪ Our switchboards are popping And the phone lines are open ♪

♪ Another child cry ♪

♪ Another mom cry ♪

♪ It's time to reply, an eye for an eye ♪

♪ Brother Hector I knew with pride ♪

- ♪ He shouldn't have died ♪ - Me knew him too.

♪ I heard it Through the grapevine ♪

♪ A telephone headline ♪

♪ Be there 12 o'clock deadline ♪

- ♪ I'll be there ♪ - ♪ Peaceful protests are done ♪

♪ So if you come, you best bring a gun ♪

♪ Me bring me gun ♪

♪ Tonight is the night For vengeance ♪

♪ Hell yeah! There's something in the air ♪

♪ We want to emulate Their evil? ♪

♪ We can't just kill innocent people ♪

- ♪ Why not? ♪ - ♪ Hector was innocent ♪

♪ They picked him, so tonight Every cracker's a potential victim ♪

♪ The Westside flats Are making petrol bombs ♪

♪ The Eastside projects are smuggling ♪

- ♪ Yeah? ♪ - ♪ This is a bad part of town ♪

- ♪ And we're on our way to... ♪ - Me come too!

♪ Time for some action We want satisfaction ♪

♪ Things may change But they never last ♪

♪ It's not a riot Uh-uh, it's an uprising ♪

♪ Stop these pigs victimizing And killing our loved ones ♪

♪ And the only language They understand is guns ♪

♪ So my people prepare ♪

♪ Tonight is the night There's something in the air ♪

Yeah!

Station X.

Where's Gran? Gran!

- Gran? - Where's Hector?

What's happened?

Somebody call a doctor.

Oh, God, they were beating on her belly.

Chrissie, where's Hector?

She won't stop bleeding, Gran.

Go call a fucking doctor, girl.

Chrissie, where the hell are Hector and Anjela?

Don't worry.

Plenty more where he came from.

She's with Jason!

Jason, Jason!

Come on, Snake.

She's there.

Disturbance on corner of Main and Ninth. Gunshots fired, request...

I'm down. I'm hit.

The fucking bitch had a gun.

You are now about to witness

the strength of street knowledge.

I've got a nice little surprise for you. Best I've got.

Come on, move it. Get up against there!

Got you a visitor.

You two can have a nice little kiss and a cuddle and make up, can't ya?

Oi! Oi! You're not sticking that fucking nigger next to me.

Right, beddy-byes.

What are you doing with that fucking coon?

Oi! You're not sticking that Black bastard next to me as well.

Oi!

Fuck you.

- Happy holidays. - You bastard.

What are you fucking looking at?

What's this, fucking Bugs Bunny or what?

What you fucking doing?

Scratching your bollocks, you Black bastard.

Come on, you fucking wanker. Come on.

Fuck you.

Yo, man.

Yo, guards.

Yo, guards.

Come on, man, I want to speak.

Yo! Yo, guards!

I want to speak to you, man.

Yo, guards!

Yo, guards!

Yo, guards, come on, I want to speak.

The fuck are you screaming about?

I got some information for you, man.

Val, 25 wants to talk.

Give us a hand here, will ya?

This better be good, nig-nog.

He wants a chit-chat, you wanker.

Not here. Somewhere private.

Stand back, away from the door.

Right. Lift your hands up, walk forward. There's a good boy.

What the fuck?

Shoot those bastards!

Shoot those bastards!

Shoot those bastards! Shoot them!

Yo, get his keys. Get his keys. Yes!

- And a gun. - Fuck off.

Yo! Me next, yeah?

Respect.

Yo, guys, hey, what about me, eh?

You're not gonna leave me in here.

Come on, we're in this together.

You fuck!

You bastard. You shopped us to the police.

Where's Black Radical? Where's my crew?

Yo, Georgeo, I think I found something over here.

Okay. Take it easy now.

I'm gonna put my torch down, okay?

Gonna take my helmet off.

Remember me?

Easy, easy.

Bovell? Bovell? Where are you, man?

Jesus! All units. Bovell has been hit.

Repeat, Bovell has been hit!

Look at me. Look at the camera.

I said look at the camera.

Hello.

Hello, this is Precinct 13 Police Department.

I'd like to speak to Mrs. R. Parkson.

This is Rosa. Rosa Parkson.

It's with regard to your granddaughter and her son, Mrs. Parkson.

No.

You'll need to come down to the station, make an identification,

and pick up his effects as soon as possible.

All right.

We can't all go. What about Jodie?

She'll be all right.

The medics are on their way.

Look at the state of her.

Gran, listen to me!

Don't talk to me about white people, Chrissie.

I'm tired of them. Tired.

All I can think about are Hector and Anjela.

I'm not talking about white people, Gran.

I'm talking about Jodie.

Let her own people take care of her.

Her own people did this to her because she's fucking a Black guy.

So?

Are we supposed to be grateful?

Are we supposed to raise up our hands and say, "Thank you, missy"?

Thank you very much for getting your hands dirty?

For 60 years...

I have sat by and taken their shit.

Her people's shit.

Do you hear me?

But no more, Chrissie.

No more.

Enough is enough.

- Zai. - Yo.

I want one.

I'm gonna kill those evil bastards.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Hasn't that bitch of yours done enough?

What's Jodie got to do with this?

Tell me I'm not hearing this.

Tell me I'm not hearing this!

Look, Rad, I know you're cut up, but you can't blame Jodie

'cause the bastards who killed Hector are white.

Are you trying to tell me that bitch of yours had nothing to do with tonight?

Of course not. Are you crazy?

Me crazy?

That's right, I'm fucking crazy, man.

Straight up, I'm off my rocker, I'm crazy.

That's right, I'm straight up crazy, man.

I'm crazy. You just watch this crazy motherfucker blow you straight--

No!

Dad, stop!

Daddy, please stop!

No, Dad!

You can't kill Uncle Spike!

I wouldn't even waste a fucking bullet.

Look, Rad, I swear to you.

- I swear to you, Jodie-- - Shut up!

- Jodie didn't have any-- - Shut it!

You just don't get it, do you?

You just don't get it.

If you hadn't been so hot for white pussy, she wouldn't have even been here.

If she wasn't here, none of this...

Snow White would've been at home playing happy families with lover boy.

Hector would've been in the middle of an almighty bollocking from Anjela.

I'd be on my way home to give him a serious ass-whipping instead of...

Instead, I'm off to collect his body.

Look, Rad, I'm sorry.

I don't have time for this shit.

I'm sorry.

Are you coming?

Some people say that I should have pity in my soul

for the young white girl crying alone somewhere in this evil city.

Some people say

that I should have sorrow in my heart

for the tiny fetus killed before it was born.

I say I have no more pity left to give.

I say I have no more sorrow left to share.

I have only anger in my heart today,

and I want you to be angry with me!

Now I'm sick and I'm tired,

and I want you to be sick and tired with me.

I...

I'm sick and tired of going to the funerals of Black men

who have been murdered by white men.

I'm...

I'm sick and tired of the people of this country

who continue to allow these things to happen.

What is an inalienable right if you are a Black man?

What does it mean, "liberty and justice for all"?

Now I say to those people,

look at the face of this young boy,

and you will see the face of a Black child.

But if you look at the bloodshed,

it's red.

It's like yours!

It's just like yours!

Now, from tonight,

when we grieve,

they will be made to grieve.

What we feel,

they will be made to feel.

They will be made to understand.

We have had enough.

Tonight is the night we let them,

the world, know, never again.

No negro leaders have fought for civil rights.

They have begged the white man for civil rights.

They have begged the white man for freedom.

And every time, anytime you beg another man to set you free,

you'll never be free.

Freedom is something that you have to do for yourselves

and until the American Negro lets the white man know

that we are really ready and willing to pay the price

that is necessary for freedom,

our people will always be walking around here second class citizens,

or what you call 20th century slaves.

What price are you talking about, sir?

The price of freedom is death.

Tension is growing in Black neighborhoods

as the execution of convicted police killer

Anjela McBride approaches.

Authorities are angered by community leaders' refusal

to call for calm.

We're nonviolent with people who are nonviolent with us,

but we are not nonviolent with anyone who is violent with us.

Here he is standing up in front of other people, Uncle Sam,

with the blood of your and mine mothers and fathers on his hands.

With the blood dripping down his jaws like a bloody-jawed wolf.

No, no more days like those!

Damn right, X. Tell the people what's happening.

This week in the courts of Transdean,

they have been reminded that they cannot by force,

turn our communities into replicas of their communities.

Communities in which niggers run riot, unrestrained, and unpunished

like they're doing this summer on the streets of Compton,

or they do on the streets of Brixton, or they do on the streets of Soweto!

We declare our right on this Earth to be a man,

to be a human being, to be respected as a human being,

to be given the rights of a human being

in this society, on this Earth, in this day,

which we intend to bring into existence by any means...

We interrupt this broadcast to bring you an important news bulletin.

A state of emergency has been declared effective immediately.

All citizens are required to remain

in their designated areas until further notice.

The Attorney General has issued instructions to district police chiefs...

Take him, take him!

Don't choose!

All right.

...couldn't calm the outrage felt at the execution.

The rioting began within minutes of the governor's pronouncement

of Anjela McBride's death.

Armed gangs of angry Black youths storm police barricades

all over the state sending--

A state of emergency has been declared,

but the authorities appear powerless to enforce it.

First reports suggest that highly organized gangs of Black youths

are systematically targeting affluent white neighborhoods--

All right, ladies and gentlemen,

this is your Black Radical back in effect,

back in control.

I've come here to say today's the day...

that they murdered my wife.

Today is the day we make war with our enemies

and peace with our spirits.

The mother is rising.