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The writings of Adolf Hitler

are about to be introduced
into this community

through the sincere, if misguided,
efforts of a young man we all admire.

Listen, son, it's all right for you
to take risks for your newspaper,

but I can't stand by and
see my family put in danger.

The quiet strength
of Walton's Mountain

always seemed to shelter our
house from the rest of the world.

In 1937, it was hard for
our family and neighbors

to believe that we could
ever be touched by the trouble

that was reaching
out from Europe.

In Berlin, Adolf Hitler
assures the world

that Germany has no hostile
intent towards its neighbors.

Still, he continues to amass arms
and armies at a staggering rate.

Even the young are not
exempt from military service.

Why this tremendous buildup
of weaponry and military might?

Some say the dictator
has his eye on Austria,

its small neighbor to the south.

Since the Treaty of Versailles,

Austria has been
separated from Germany,

but now Hitler has repudiated
the Versailles Treaty of World War I.

Is this a step toward an
attempted takeover of Austria?

In his book, Mein Kampf,

Hitler vows to lead the
Germans to world dominance.

A dynamic, spellbinding speaker,

Hitler exhorts his devoted followers
to prize of "Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!"

Hail Victory. Hail Victory.

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Okay, let's go.

We've only seen the movie once.

Look, I got you all in free.

Let's not overextend the
privilege, all right? Come on.

Jim-Bob, come on.

And listen, thank you so
much for all those passes.

I've been real pleased with the
results of my ad in your paper.

You know, lots of
the customers say

they come in from reading
about it in The Chronicle.

Well, I'm glad to hear
that. I sure am. Okay?

Time to go home.
Jim-Bob. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

My pleasure, John-Boy.

Elizabeth.

Thank you.

Mrs. Brimmer? Now, Mrs. Brimmer,
you said something about some pie?

Yes, I'll take care of that.

That's fine. That's fine. All
right, so we're getting the...

Wonderful. Fine. So we're
taking care of the food. Now...

John, Reverend Fordwick is here.

Don't you think he ever
hauls off and kisses his wife?

Not on the back of the neck.
They're very strict Baptists.

Where do very strict
Baptists kiss, huh?

I've got no time to talk
religion with you now.

That committee
meeting going on all night

or is there any chance of our
getting supper in the near future?

What's more important
to you, Grandpa,

your stomach or the
Jefferson County Day program?

It's time this
filibuster was ended.

Grandpa.

Now, now, now,
Liv. Don't blame Pa.

He's just crazy with hunger.

John. How are you
doing, Reverend?

John. All rested up
from your revival?

Well, I'm rested but still
exhilarated, Mr. Walton.

Such a rich harvest of souls.

How you doing, Buck?
Keeping just fine, Zeb.

Zeb, you'll spoil your supper.

Reverend, last year, the
committee bought the bunting

for the celebration
in Charlottesville.

Now, I'd just like to
remind the committee

that I stock it in
my store. So do we.

Then perhaps we could buy half
of what we need from you, Buck,

and the other half
from the Godseys.

Esther, why don't you
invite everybody for supper?

We're trying to
have a meeting, Zeb.

Are there any questions
before we close the meeting?

Well, looks like it's closed
whether we like it or not.

Hi, you young ones!

Well, now, how was
the picture show?

It was wonderful!
It made me cry.

You should have seen the
newsreel. Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

It's not funny, Jim-Bob.

It looked funny to me.

Oh, John-Boy, don't be
such a stick in the mud.

I'm not a stick in the mud.
Adolph Hitler is no joke, Erin.

Politics. Yuck!

I don't know why these children
want to make a joke out of it.

The man's obviously a maniac.

Yet you announced
in last week's Chronicle

that you intend to print excerpts
from his book in coming issues.

That's right.

Mein Kampf? Why in the world
would you want to print such trash?

'Cause I think people
ought to know about it.

After reading your article about
the book burnings in Germany,

I don't need to know any more
about Hitler or the Nazi party.

That's exactly how I feel.

Any man that would burn
the Holy Bible is a heathen.

In my opinion, a
responsible newspaper

should reflect the
interest of the community,

and passages from Mein
Kampf just don't belong.

Precisely. People hereabouts
are mostly interested

in the social events
of Jefferson County

and not some goings-on
in a foreign country.

If you all don't mind, I'll just publish
my newspaper the way I see fit.

Sorry, John-Boy.

I thought a little friendly advice
might save you some trouble.

Well, we should be going. Mrs. Walton,
thank you for your generous hospitality.

Good evening, Mrs. Walton.

As my husband
says, toodeleedo, all.

See you in church, John.

Bye, Mama.

You off to the Dew
Drop, Ben? Where else?

Try to be home at a decent hour.

I will. John-Boy?

Yeah, I'm coming. Hurry up!

I'm coming. I'm coming.

Mama, goodnight.

I thought you were
working tonight.

Well, I am. I gotta do some
research at the library. Wait for me!

Don't tell me you're
marching off, too.

Well, I was hoping to.

He's gonna help me get some
advertisements for the paper.

Well, dance halls have to
have advertising, too. Goodnight.

You boys drive careful. We will!

You alligators do some of
those fancy steps for me.

Hey, look up ahead,
there's neckers!

Shine your lights on
them! Hey, Ben! Ben!

How would you feel if you
were out necking... Good!

And somebody shined
their lights on you?

I think I've seen
that car before.

Yeah, it's David Spencer's car.

I wonder what Mama would say.

I don't think there's any reason
Mama has to know about it. Do you?

Fellows.

I've got to get you home.

I am home. You're my home.

I love you, Mary Ellen.

No, we have to be sensible.

You be sensible.

You know what'd happen right now

if your daddy came walking
along here? He'd shoot you.

Did anybody ever
tell you you're crazy?

No. Am I?

No, I am.

You say that all the time.

What's the matter, Jim-Bob?

What can I do?

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

Can't help you, then.

Come on.

Hey, everybody, look at Erin!

Erin's book seems to
have gone to her head.

Isn't she graceful, Mama?

Wouldn't it be easier
without the book?

This is how fashion models train,
Mama. So does Brenda Frazier.

Aha! I guess there's
some point to all that, huh?

I'm going to enter the Jefferson
County Day beauty contest.

Well, good for you.

Well, Flossie Brimmer told
me that the Dunbar woman

was coming up with a new
wrinkle for the celebration.

This is her idea, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, good for Zuleika.

A beauty contest should pep the
Jefferson County Day up considerably.

Naturally, you'd
think so. Naturally.

John, you remember
four, five years back

when that little old girl from
Satsuma, Alabama did the shimmy?

The one with the grass skirt?

You remember that one, Liv?

That was one sideshow I missed.

And we get to wear
bathing suits, too.

Good Lord!

Grandma, you can't
have a beauty contest

without some part
of it in a bathing suit.

It seems to me that the Jefferson
County Day program got along before

without young girls
parading around half naked.

Mama, we're not gonna be
parading around half naked.

That's right. You're not.

Daddy.

I'm not gonna have
any daughter of mine

shimmying around
in front of strangers.

Does that mean you're not
gonna let me enter the contest?

That's the idea.

I never get to do
anything I want, ever!

You know, you're
not being fair to Erin.

I bet if she entered, she'd win!

What can I do?

Go to bed.

Good idea.

Liv, I mean it. I don't
want Erin in that contest.

Neither do I.

♪ Where duty calls or danger

♪ Be never wanting
there ♪ Amen ♪

The congregation will be seated.

I have some closing
announcements.

Jefferson County Day will be
celebrated next Saturday afternoon.

You are all invited to attend.

In these troubled times,

we should be aware of our roots

and the hard work
of the early settlers

who opened up this
part of the country.

At the same time, we
must protect our heritage

against those who
would alter or destroy it,

and that's why I feel
compelled to mention

that the writings
of Adolf Hitler

are about to be introduced
into this community

through the sincere, if misguided,
efforts of a young man we all admire.

It is now believed that
the Nazis are planning

to remove the Bible
from German churches

and replace it with Mein Kampf.

In the name of reporting
what is going on in the world,

it has been announced that this
very book be reprinted for us to read.

In Proverbs, it is written,

"A prudent man foreseeth
the evil, and hideth himself,

"but the simple pass
on, and are punished."

Our responsibility is to
spread love, not hatred,

to pass on the word of God,

not the writings of the godless!

I fervently hope that
The Blue Ridge Chronicle

will share that
responsibility with us and

use forbearance in
what it chooses to print.

Let us pray.

Come in.

Trouble getting your
thoughts together, son?

There's a lot to say,
but I wanna say it right.

Your mother told me what
happened in church this morning.

Don't you think Germany
is a little far away

to worry about what's
going on over there?

Didn't seem so far away in 1917.

No, but they learned
their lesson, then.

I don't figure they're
gonna start any trouble now.

You agree with Matt Fordwick.

I guess most people figured The
Chronicle was gonna cover local news, son,

leave the major world
events to the city newspapers.

Daddy, the world's
getting smaller every day,

and pretty soon, any piece of
news is gonna be local news,

and one book burning, one treaty
violation, one threat to human dignity

ought to be reported in every
local newspaper across this country.

Now, I gotta be free to
pass on to my readers

anything that I
think is important.

That right's been done away
with in Germany, completely.

You know what Adolf Hitler says?

He says that free
press is drivel. Drivel!

And if there's one book he
doesn't agree with, he burns it.

He burns every copy of it. Now, I
don't wanna see that happen here.

I don't wanna see that
happen, either, son.

I'm proud of you, acting
on what you believe.

"It was many and many a year ago

"In that kingdom by the sea

"That there lived a maiden
that was known by all

"As the beautiful Annabel Lee."

Annabel.

"And this maiden she
lived with no other thought

"Than to love and
be loved by me."

Grandpa?

Who were you just talking to?

Oh, uh, nobody.

Well, I was remembering
a long-lost love.

What would Grandma say?

She'll never know.

Or will she? No.

Grandpa, why does our family
have to be so old-fashioned?

What?

Well, Florabelle Tait gets to
go to the movies on Sunday,

and her parents let her
enter the beauty contest.

Well, I haven't any objection
at all to bathing-beauty contests,

but I can see why your
mama and even your daddy

wouldn't want a bathing
beauty in the family.

Well, they let the
others do what they want.

John-Boy can run a newspaper,

Mary Ellen gets to
go to nursing school,

and Jason spends
all his time on music.

Well, I suppose that's what
you call increasing your talents.

But I don't have any talents.

What are you talking about?

Being pretty is a real talent.

Grandpa, I know it
would take a miracle,

but if I could just
enter the contest,

I know I have a good
chance of winning.

Well, I don't know
about miracles,

but if you give me a
day or two to think it over,

I think I could come
up with something.

Oh, really? Thank you, Grandpa.

♪ When the waves
come a-rolling in

♪ We will duck and swim

♪ And we'll flirt and
fool around the water

♪ Over and under
and up in the air

♪ Mom is rich Pop is rich

♪ So why should we care?

♪ I wanna be beside your side

♪ Beside the sea
Beside the seaside

♪ By the beautiful sea ♪

Oh, Zuleika, thank you.

Oh, I would've given anything to
have seen your figure in those days.

It was nonsense,
of course, but, uh,

everybody said I should've
gone out to Hollywood,

become one of those
Mack Sennett girls.

Why not?

But then, one evening,
Mr. Dunbar came backstage,

and he, uh... But he
just swept me off my feet.

Mr. Dunbar's gain
was Hollywood's loss.

Oh, Zebulon, you do
have a way with words.

Anyway, it was
that first experience

that made me wanna stage
a beauty pageant right here.

Oh, that's a great idea. Great!

Thank you. And I insist
that you be one of the judges.

Oh, there's nothing
I would like better.

I have had considerable
experience in the past

judging pulchritude,
feminine beauty.

However, I don't believe that
Esther would take too kindly

to my responsibilities
in such a contest.

I think I'd best decline.

Oh, Zeb, you know,
I am disappointed.

But, uh, may I
make a suggestion?

Of course! Anything, Zebulon!

Oh, there you are, Mrs. B.

Oh, good morning,
Zeb. What brings you by?

Well, I got your rocker fixed, and
I thought I'd bring it by personally.

Well, I certainly appreciate it.

Hmm. You thatched
it perfectly, too.

Zuleika here has
been entertaining me.

I don't doubt it a bit.

Oh, by the way, Zeb... Yeah?

Is John-Boy still planning to write
that Hitler article he was talking about?

Well, as far as I know, he is. I
think he just has to set it to type.

Zebulon, I'm anxious to hear your
ideas about the beauty pageant.

Excuse me.

It wasn't my idea, Zuleika.

I got the notion from seeing
you do that little number.

Oh, you flatterer!

Come in.

All right if I come
in, John-Boy?

Mrs. Brimmer. Of course.

This is where you
do your printing?

Yeah, this is it.

That's my press right there.

Well, I shouldn't
really say it's my press.

Mostly, it still belongs
to Mr. Johnson.

Would you like
to see me work it?

No, thank you.

What I came to talk to
you about was your article.

The one on Hitler
and Mein Kampf.

That's gonna be it right there.

John-Boy, if you
quote from that book,

you just might stir up
a real hornet's nest.

Some people don't take
kindly to foreign ways and ideas.

Sometimes it makes
them do terrible things.

Mr. Brimmer,

God rest him, was a good man,

but he was German-born.

I didn't know that.

No one does here
on Walton's Mountain.

That's how we wanted
it when we moved here.

Mr. Brimmer had become an
American citizen and a good one,

but during the Great War
that didn't mean much,

not when people found
out where we came from.

Terrible things happened.

Neighbors turned against him,

men he worked with,

even my own family,

so we moved several times.

It wasn't until we came
to Walton's Mountain

that we finally found a place
where we could keep our secret,

where we could live in peace.

Don't stir up those
hates again, John-Boy.

Mrs. Brimmer,

what happened to you,
happened out of ignorance,

'cause people didn't know the
truth, and they became afraid.

That kind of ignorance is a
very, very dangerous thing,

and that is exactly why I have
got to print this article here.

I also have to hope that my
readers will understand that.

You'll keep my secret, John-Boy?

I'll keep your secret.

About supper time, isn't it?

Yeah, but my advertisers are
canceling out. I gotta go talk to them.

Thought about
changing your stand?

Yeah, I thought about
it, but I'm not going to.

Beginning to hate
that newspaper.

It's nothing but trouble.

Liv, this whole thing
is real important.

I know what he's
saying is important.

People can get all riled
up over things like that.

I'm afraid he's gonna
get himself hurt.

Let's have some supper.
Things'll look better.

Food solves everything?

Not everything.

Come on. Come
on, Esther. Come on.

It won't take but a
minute of your time.

Zeb, supper's almost ready.

Good, then you won't have an
excuse for not working. Sit down. Down!

There, there, old dear. Livie.
John, come on over here.

Immediate seating
in the box enclosure.

What's going on?

Ladies and gentlemen,

there has been considerable
dissention and discussion

concerning Miss Erin Walton's entry in
the Jefferson County Day beauty contest.

We've been through
that already, Pa.

Before your final decision
becomes absolutely final,

the young at heart of the
Waltons wish to present

an entrance into the
bathing-beauty division.

Hit it, Jason.

Now, for your edification,
the incomparable,

the one and only,
Miss Erin Walton.

Miss Erin Walton is presenting the latest
in a long series of bathing-beauty styles.

This represents circa 1910.

Zeb, I have a feeling you
had something to do with this.

Well, it was a brilliant
suggestion on my part,

but Zuleika liked the idea
and even made the bathing suit.

Well, what's the
decision of the judges?

Daddy?

I give up.

Right here, you see,
she's got plenty of 'em.

Mr. Clayton, Ben tells me you're
withdrawing your ad from The Chronicle.

Now, you told me before
you were pleased with it.

Well, I have been, but I
can't afford to take chances.

People say you're
spreading Nazi propaganda.

They see my ad in the paper,
they think I'm backing you.

Well, they'd be
wrong, wouldn't they?

Wrong, right,
what's the difference

if it hurts me at
the ticket office?

You wouldn't consider
backing off, would you?

You're in business,
same as I am.

You can't afford to
offend your customers.

Unfortunately, in my business, I can't
always worry about who's feelings get hurt.

Well, you think
it over, John-Boy.

If you change your
mind, you let me know.

Hey! Hey, get out of there!

Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Hot off the press,
latest edition.

Oh, good afternoon,
John-Boy. Ike.

John-Boy. Corabeth.

I'm going to have to ask you not to bring
your newspapers around here anymore.

We don't want it said that Ike and
Corabeth Godsey's general merchandise store

is guilty of promoting
the ideals of Adolf Hitler.

Are you serious?

John-Boy, we know you don't
hold with that Nazi thinking.

But as long as you pass
it on in your newspaper,

it's the same as
if you condone it.

But you haven't
even read this yet.

You might as well burn
words as ignore them.

Well, in the case of Mein Kampf,

that wouldn't be a bad idea.

Ike?

I gotta look out
after my business.

I understand.

It's awful empty around
here without the children.

I just hope Elizabeth eats something
besides toast and marshmallows.

Marshmallows? What are
the young ones up to, tonight?

The BYPU is having
a weenie roast.

Weenie? Oh, I wish I'd known.
I could have tagged along.

It's the Baptist Young People's
Union. It's for young people.

Young? Well, I'm
young, young at heart,

a lot younger tonight
than John-Boy.

He looks like he's got the weight
of the world on his shoulders.

I'm sorry about that.

You should have
gone to the BYPU.

Well, I wouldn't want
to cramp Ben's style.

What does that mean?

Well, you know,

that boys and girls take that
opportunity to do a little courting.

Courting? Oh, no.
Not at the BYPU.

Afraid so, Grandma.

What are you smiling at?

Nothing. I was just thinking of a few of
those outings you and me went out on

when we were young.

I still don't see
what's so funny.

Liv, you remember the time
down by Sneedons Hollow when...

Did anybody hear a car?

Tell her about it, John.

Tell her about Sneedons Hollow.

Tell me about Sneedons Hollow.

I don't think Liv wants
me to talk about it.

I don't remember it at all.

Think you must have me
confused with somebody else.

Anybody home? I
knew I heard a car.

Come on in. Sit down.
Have something to eat.

Oh, we, uh... We grabbed
a snack at the cocktail party.

At the what party?

Once a week, all the interns
get together in... In the biology lab.

We have a few laughs,
a couple of drinks.

Yeah, they have to relax. Plus,
David puts in a 14- or 15-hour day.

Oh, we had so much fun. They
were... They were serving drinks

in all the laboratory equipment.

There was this specimen frog
that someone was dissecting,

and somehow one of the
legs got in David's drink.

What kind of drink?

Just punch, Mrs. Walton.

They ran away, whoever they are.

Cowards usually do.

John's coming back.

They're gone.

They had a car
waiting down the road.

Did you get a look at them?

No.

Should I go for the
Sheriff, Mr. Walton?

No, they're gone. There's
no use for that now.

John-Boy. Mama?

Listen, son, it's all right for you
to take risks for your newspaper,

but I can't stand by and
see my family put in danger.

I'm sorry.

Grandpa. I got it.

I'm supposed to be
doing that. That's my job.

Well, I live here, too,
you know, John-Boy.

Come on, lend a
hand. Let's get it in.

Everybody off to County Day?
Yeah, here we go. This way.

Yes, your grandma
wanted to get there early

because she thinks
she's running everything.

Mary Ellen and your mother
are fixing up Erin's outfit.

The young ones wanted
to get over to play games,

so your daddy drove
them over early.

What do you think of Mary
Ellen and her new boyfriend?

I think they're inlove. I
know. I know they're in love.

They're so close together, why, you
couldn't put a crowbar in between them.

Hey, you figured out what you're
gonna do with that newspaper yet?

Oh, I've been all over Rockfish
trying to find a place to put the press.

Nobody seems particularly
interested in renting to me.

Of course, I probably couldn't
even afford it if they were.

You wouldn't move out on
us, would you? Sure, I would.

Oh.

The only thing is, I got
payments to meet on the press.

I got newsprint to buy. I
got operating expenses.

It just goes on and on and on.

What's the answer?

The answer?

Keep my readers
happy but uninformed.

Please the advertisers.
Stay out of trouble.

Sounds kind of dull to me.

"Meeting-the-train
news" is what it's called.

Getting their pictures in the
paper, that's the only thing

people are interested
in around here.

You have gotta bring them along
gradually, the way a good fisherman would.

I'm not as good a fisherman
as you are, Grandpa.

Do you remember,
John-Boy, that big old perch

hung down there
by the bridge, huh?

Until you come along.

Well, I didn't just
come along, you know.

I'd go down there in
the dusk of the evening

with a can of worms, and I'd
throw one in and another in.

He'd gobble 'em up
one after the other.

He thought he was on
a government handout.

And one day I fooled him.
I put a worm on a hook.

And then I yanked him in.
Oh, what a fight he put up!

You know, he was as big as
The Saturday Evening Post,

'cause that's what I
measured him with.

You gotta handle your readers
the way a fisherman would.

You play along with them and give them
one of those meeting-the-train stories,

and then you put a hook
on it and yank them in.

I read that story
you wrote, John-Boy.

I learned a lot from it.

I liked it. I like it a lot.

And now, from the
town of Nellysford

comes the lovely
Miss Florabelle Tait!

Why don't you clap?

You're clapping
enough for both of us.

One, two, three.
Keep your chin up.

Erin's next.

And now, from Walton's Mountain,

Miss Erin Walton!

John-Boy, may I speak
to you for a moment?

Ladies and gentlemen, we
have an announcement to make.

The young ladies
will put on their gowns,

which they themselves have made,

and the winner
will be announced.

I was very sorry to
hear what happened

at your house last
night, John-Boy.

Some storm trooper
paid us a visit.

I've never hidden how
I feel about your article,

but I don't like to see
disagreement settled by a rock.

Oh, I never said you threw it.

I'd like to put our troubles
behind us, John-Boy.

Reverend, don't
worry about it anymore.

I've gone as far as I can
trying to push my point.

From now on, people around here
are gonna get just what they want,

which is nothing more
controversial than the weather.

I've planned a
ceremony for later,

something that might help patch
things up. I hope you'll be there.

I'll be there. Fine.
I'll see you then.

Ladies and gentlemen, I know

you're all as excited as I am to find out
who will be Queen of Jefferson County Day.

Well, I must tell you,
it was a difficult task

to decide among these
lovely young ladies,

but the judges have
made their decision.

The winner is
Miss Florabelle Tait!

Oh, you were just like... Just
like a movie queen, you were.

I heard Florabelle wears
peroxide on her hair.

I'm sorry you lost, Erin, but I
hope it taught you something.

Well, all the other
girls thought I'd win.

It's John-Boy. He's turned
everybody in the county against us.

Now, honey, you don't know that.

All my life, I've been
the one in the middle.

Everybody in this family has
done something special but me,

and this was my one
chance to be somebody,

and John-Boy ruined
it! Wait there, Erin.

Erin.

Erin.

I don't know why
you need an excuse.

If you lost, you lost,

and you took that chance
when you entered the contest.

I didn't have a chance!

I'm sorry you feel that way,

and if I'm responsible,
then I'm sorry for that, too.

It's just I wish you would
understand how I feel about it.

I wish you would
understand that I think

your right to speak out
is a lot more important

than being told you're
beautiful by some judge.

Forget it, John-Boy. All
you care about is words,

and I don't wanna hear
any more of them. Erin!

♪ Take me back to Old Virginny

♪ That's where the cotton
and the corn and taters grow

♪ That's where the birds
warble sweet in the springtime

♪ That's where this old
darkey's heart am longed to go ♪

As this celebration concludes,

I would like to take note of some
differences in this community

that has resulted in ill
feelings and even violent acts.

It has been said that we shut our
eyes to what is going on in the world.

Well, tonight I've
planned a little surprise

to demonstrate we are greatly
concerned by the trouble in Germany.

You've all read how the Nazis have
been burning our American books.

This is an action that
should not go unprotested.

Now, everybody knows
Buck Vernon there

can find you anything
you're looking for.

It's most appropriate
that he found for me

a real piece of junk,

Mein Kampf.

I propose

that tonight, we have a
symbolic book burning of our own.

Hitler may replace the Bible
with his own book in Germany,

but it shall never happen here!

Well, now,

while I was at it, I found a
whole bundle of German books.

Uh, I just had 'em
to keep the fire warm.

John-Boy, stay out of it!

You stop that right now!
Now, hold on, you young...

I said, you stop it! I
didn't wanna go this far.

I didn't mean to go this
far, John-Boy. Calm down...

Get your hand off me!

This is my fault.

I started this whole thing with
my newspaper. I know that.

But you misunderstood me.

I was trying to show you what
people are capable of out of ignorance

and out of fear
and out of hatred!

Do you realize that this kind of
thing is happening all over Germany?

All over Germany!

And right now Germany and Walton's
Mountain are not very far apart in my mind.

I read that a foreign tyrant was
publishing his plans to take over the world

and was carrying
out those plans.

I thought you ought to have
the opportunity to know about it,

just like I'd take the
opportunity to tell you

if there was a blight that
was threatening your crops

or some kind of scandal that
was threatening your government.

I mean, that's freedom,
as far as I can see it,

and if you chose not to know
about it, that's freedom, too,

but if you take a book and if you burn
this book, then you can't know about it,

and you had your freedom taken
away from you. You understand me?

And if there's anybody
here who feels that this book

is more dangerous in one piece
than it is burned into ashes in that fire,

then I want you to come up here. I
want you to take it out of my hand.

I want you to throw
it in the fire right now!

Throw it all in the fire!

My Lord.

Oh, Lord, I wish there was someone
here who could read German.

Mrs. Brimmer?

Mrs. Brimmer, would you
read this to us, please?

All right, now, you read that
for us in English, all right?

Just that part.

"In the beginning, God
created heaven and earth.

"And the earth was
without form, and void,

"and darkness was
upon the face of the deep.

"And the Spirit of God moved
upon the face of the waters.

"And God spoke,

"'Let there be light.'"

These books should be in good
hands, John-Boy. Both of them.

I would like to sing.

Would you all
please sing with me?

♪ Faith of our
fathers Living still

♪ In spite of dungeons
Fire and sword

My first experience at
expressing an unpopular idea

nearly turned into a disaster.

Fortunately, my family was able

to overcome the problems I
had helped create for them.

The trouble soon died down when
people realized I was only trying

to let them know that
something was stirring in the world

that even Walton's
Mountain could not keep out.

♪ Holy faith

♪ We will be true
To thee till death.

♪ Our fathers... ♪

Ben? Mmm-hmm.

How was the Baptist
Young People's picnic?

Well, I was just
there part of the time.

Where were you
the rest of the time?

He and Jennie
Prior went for a walk.

Up to Sneedon's Hollow.

What were you doing up there?

They were necking.

Good, Lord! BEN: That's
enough out of you, Elizabeth.

Nothing changes. Does it, Liv?

Go to sleep.