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[♪ Katyna Ranieri: "Oh My Love"]
♪ oh my love ♪

♪ look and see ♪

♪ the sun rising ♪

♪ from the river ♪

♪ Nature's miracle once more ♪

♪ will light the world ♪

♪ But this light ♪

♪ is not for those men ♪

♪ still lost
in an old black shadow ♪

♪ Won't you help me
to believe ♪

♪ that they will see ♪

♪ a day ♪

♪ a brighter day ♪

♪ when all the shadows ♪

♪ will fade away ♪

♪ That day I'll cry ♪

♪ that I believe ♪

♪ that I believe ♪

♪ oh, my love ♪

♪ High above us ♪

♪ the sun now ♪

♪ embraces nature ♪

♪ And from nature
we should learn ♪

♪ that all can start ♪

♪ again ♪

♪ as the stars must fade away ♪

♪ to give a bright new day ♪♪

♪ ♪

[filmmaker]
I beg your pardon, Madame.

- We didn't meant to disturb, but may we-.
- Come!

But of course. Please.

But who are these gentlemen?

Europeans.

To be precise,
they're Italians.

Journalists.

They've come here to the South
to conduct an... inquest.

Is that the proper expression?

...on slavery.

Indeed, they seem
to be quite shocked.

What is their religion?

They're Catholics,
I believe.

You are Catholic,
are you not?

Yes. Roman Catholic.

Well, they shouldn't feel
too shocked.

After all, their Pope, who's most generous
with his excommunications,

has yet to excommunicate
a traitor in black flesh.

Unless they eat it on a Friday.

[laughter]

Excommunication?!

Catholic priests here
in the South,

between one "Our Father"
and another "Hail Mary,"

they raise goats and slaves.

And I must confess,
they know their business!

The last seven males I bought

were sold to me by the Saint Inigo Jesuits
in Maryland.

Finest bunch I ever bought.

[laughter]

But, why are they here, then?

I could be wrong, but perhaps
it's because they, too, are slaves.

You know how Catholics are.

Slaves to the
fascination of sin.

Perhaps it might be their
oppositionist instinct.

You know Europeans.

Ever since
the French Revolution,

they've been attacking
everything.

But, Madame,
times have changed.

Rousseau, Diderot, Voltaire.

Now it's Catholics who read
the Devil's own books!

Ho, what would His Holiness
in Rome have to say about that?!

[laughter]

Please, please.

These gentlemen are my guests.

And I, myself, have allowed them
to move freely about the house,

so they can learn who really are
the slaves and masters here.

Senator, don't, please.

No chicken bones,
I beg of you.

Why, I've had to take two of them
to the veterinarians already this week.

[child crying]

Well, at this point,

I have a suggestion that might enlighten
our friends from Italy.

All of you at this table
are distinguished people,

and it would be
most illuminatin'

to hear your frank and authoritative views
on the subject of slavery,

for you know what Europeans
say about us,

that we have a guilt complex
and won't talk about it.

I agree,
and I shall speak first.

We cannot hide slavery any more
than we can hide an erupting volcano,

a forest fire, or leprosy.

In my own case, it is true
that I have freed my slaves

because they were stupid,
foul-smelling,

sad and bothersome.

I'm an aristocrat.

I believe in freedom,
but not equality.

That is my statement.

Signed, John Randolph
of Roanoke.

I'm Professor Thomas R. Dew.

In history, we know that every great
civilization was founded on slavery.

Let us take the classic examples of
Greece,

and the Rome from whence you
gentlemen come.

[loud yawn]

It's God's and Nature's law

that man attempt to prevail
over his fellow man.

When one becomes the master,
one becomes the slave.

- [child wailing loudly]
- Let us remember

that God is white,

and as long as God is white,

- we shall prevail over all other races.
- [child wailing]

[filmmaker] Sorry, Professor,
what was that you said?

God is white,
and as long as God is white,

we shall prevail
over all other races.

[filmmaker] Beg your pardon, Professor,
but with all this confusion,

would you mind repeating?

God is white,
and as long as God is white,

we shall prevail
over all other races.

Thank you very much.
Any other viewpoints?

Perhaps I, too, may say something to these
gentlemen from Europe.

I am not a Southerner.

My name is
Harriet Beecher Stowe,

and I'm from New England.

I've been here but a few days,

but even in that short a span,

I've formed a personal opinion.

- May I state it?
- Please do.

Even if I share
the universal opinion

that the black race is indisputably
inferior to all other races,

I must, on the other hand,
also state

that slaves are of human origin,

and do have
an embryonic intelligence.

[woman] oh, really?

I do not hesitate to tell you

that I entertain
for the suffering slave

a degree of sympathy
which equals the disgust

I hold for those who make him
suffer.

I am an American who no longer understands
her Southern kinsmen.

And this tragic fact
distresses me deeply.

I can feel it.

Yes, I can feel it.

The wind has changed.

It has turned.

Are we to have a thunderstorm?

And is this not a forecast

of even more violent storms

that may cause our
great country's unity to falter?

I have heard God's voice,

and His word has told me
to write a story.

To write a book.

I think I'll call it
Uncle Tom's Cabin.

And it is my great hope

that it will enlighten
and ease our souls.

Fire!

[cannons firing]

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

[shouting]

[bombastic music plays ♪]

[overlapping shouting]

[filmmaker narrating] The Civil War
cost America a million dead.

For every negro
brought from Africa,

a white man fell in battle,

and their bones were collected
by these old slaves,

whose freedom was bought
with the white man's life.

This was the price
America paid,

first to free itself,

and then the rest of the world,
from the institution of slavery.

An institution America
had not invented,

but had inherited and endured.

The historic personages we met
at Mrs. Carston's dinner table,

like all the others we will meet on our
journey into the past,

lived and breathed nearly a
century and a half ago,

when they never could have
imagined that one day soon,

their scattered bones would be harvested
by black hands.

Now revisited in their
actual surroundings,

they will do and say exactly
what they did and said once upon a time.

When the peculiar economy
of the South,

the morals of the times,

certain scientific beliefs,

and even various passages
of The Bible,

authorized the white man
to relegate the black

to the existence
of a domesticated animal.

Without intelligence,
without a soul.

But this was only
one half of America.

The other half took arms,
killed, and was killed.

And the former slaves,
now freed,

are employed by the Government
at 75 cents a day

to collect these
sacrificial bones

and give them burial in thousands
of nameless graves.

♪ ♪

[bosun whistle]

[Mr. Simms]
Christ, what a stink, Captain!

What did you bring?
A cargo of rotten meat?

[captain] What do you mean?
This is all prime beef.

They stink because they eat like pigs
and they vomit all over themselves.

[Mr. Simms] Long voyage?

[captain]
95 days in the Ivory Coast.

[Mr. Simms] Whew. Don't you ever take 'em
up on deck for a little fresh air?

[captain] With all the frigates nosin'
around these waters like hungry dogs?

Times have changed, Mr. Simms,

now that our damn Yankee government
considers this cargo contraband.

They catch me with even
one nigger on board,

it's up the rope I go,
and I wouldn't be the first.

They're bound to rot away
down in that cesspool.

[captain] Not on your life!

Aboard my ship,
hygiene's the rule.

That means a clean ship,
clean cargo.

When one of 'em gets took bad,
I don't wait 'til he plagues the others.

No, sir.

It's into the brine with him,
then and there.

Captain wishes to deliver
the goods in perfect condition.

- Anyone would tell ya that.
- [mouse squealing]

How many head ya got?

[captain]
326 including the wenches.

This batch is all stallions.

No syphilis and they balls
bustin' with seed.

But look how rested they are.
All travels in comfort.

Each one got a space
six foot by two foot.

Why, they can even turn around.

Yeah, real stallions.

Every night,
they so hot for pleasure,

and they all humpin' each other
like a pack of dogs.

Them chains don't stop 'em,
no how.

[clamoring voices]

And here's the wenches.

All of 'em got pups,
and near all are pregnant again.

- [Mr. Simms] How many?
- [captain] 112. You go $300 each?

[Mr. Simms]
You touched, Captain?

You know I don't buy
by the head, I buy by the pound.

[captain] All right. Say, $200.

[Mr. Simms]
By the pound, I said.

Hey, what're you doin',
drownin' 'em?

[captain] I told you,
rule number one, hygiene.

Three showers a day.
Saltwater kills their fleas and lice.

[Mr. Simms] Then you ring 'em
and hang 'em out to dry, I reckon.

[chuckling]

God Almighty, what a pest hole.

That's diarrhea.

Just bustin' with health,
ain't they, you old pirate?

[captain] It happens now and then,
but we know how to cure it.

[Mr. Simms] The usual cure?

[captain]
It's the oldest and the surest.

Sugar cane plug,
oakum, and twine.

Then, bam!
Ram it in hard.

Keeps the bowels locked up tight,

and the soul from escapin'
by the back door.

[Mr. Simms]
How come he don't blow up?

[captain] Cork'll pop out first,
just like a bottle of champagne.

[moaning]

[Mr. Simms]
Hey, what's that slop?

[captain] That's molasses and beef grease.
Niggers goes crazy for it.

Have to truss 'em and feed 'em a little at
a time,

otherwise they choke themselves
on it.

[Mr. Simms] Lookin' at him
you wouldn't think so.

[captain] That one, he's takin' it
to his head to starve himself to death.

A real pitiful case.

Hey, doc, chisel,
hammer and funnel.

Go ahead and serve dinner!

[shouting, chains rattling]

[choking]

All right, let's say
$150 a head.

[Mr. Simms] You're just
breakin' wind again. By the pound I said!

The whole cargo
at a dollar a pound.

- [captain] $2!
- [Mr. Simms] $1 .25.

- [captain] $1 .75.
- [Mr. Simms] $1 .50!

[captain] Sold.

I'll regret it,
but it's a deal.

[emotional music plays ♪]

Well, nothin' else to show ya.

one sugar cane per head and I take back
their personal effects for my next cargo.

Naked I bought 'em
and naked I sell.

All hands ashore!

You too, gentlemen,
the voyage is over.

[filmmaker] How can it be?
The ship hasn't made port.

[captain]
And she ain't a-gonna.

Too many busybodies ashore.

♪ ♪

Keep movin'!

All right, there!

Come on!

Keep movin'!

Watch how you swing that hammer,
weren't you watchin'.

All right, come on, then!

Keep movin'!

That's how you swing that
hammer, you black bastard!

That's it.

Keep movin'.

♪ ♪

You black bastard, come on!

You bastard, come on!

Gimme that chain!

Keep movin'!

[whistles]

Hey, Pluto, come 'ere!

Pluto, come over here right now!

[whistles]

Come here, I said!

[whistling]

♪ ♪

You heard me!
Give that here.

Damn you, Pluto, come here!

I'll teach you to jump
when your master speaks!

[laughter]

[drums]

[filmmaker] Where are we?

[2nd filmmaker]
This is Fort Bastille,

Louisiana's vast
receiving station.

Thomas Hewitt referred to it
in his pamphlet.

It says on page 106,

"It is ordered that all slaves,
upon arrival from Africa,

shall be placed in quarantine
in Fort Bastille."

♪ ♪

Now listen to this.
Page 116.

"In iron cages, those afflicted
with mange, scabies, ringworm, yaws,

and other skin diseases are treated
with the smoke of ailanthus leaves."

Page 118.

"Epileptics are tied and hung
by the feet and left dangling,

until the blood flooding the brain
arrests the convulsions."

♪ ♪

Here on page 122,

"It is obligatory that all new arrivals
shall be given their first collective bath

in water containing ashes,
sand, and lye soap."

♪ ♪

Now on page 130,

"From the bath, they go to be greased
with an ointment of palm oil and camphor.

The staff is well aware that 82%
of the new arrivals

suffer from contagious skin ailments

and may not be sold
until cured.

Violators of this regulation are subject
to punishment by law."

♪ ♪

By means of giant slides,

the subjects pass on
to the next stage,

which is disinfecting
and purging.

♪ ♪

It goes on to say,

"Lice and fleas that may have survived
the preceding treatment

will be exterminated by the complete
destruction of their natural habitat.

The razor,
made of top.quality steel,

is to be sharpened
after each 200 shaves,

so as to avoid the possibility
of damaging the scalp."

♪ ♪

[door creaks open]

Well, come in.
Come on in, gentlemen.

There's nothin' to be scared of.
Erythema.

[filmmaker] Pleased to meet you,
Doctor Erythema.

oh, no, I'm Doc White.
Here, come closer.

You see,
the disease is erythema.

I caught it from these
filthy nigger bastards, don't you know.

All right.
Bring 'em on over.

Come on, come on!

Now, you can look all you like,
but mind you, don't touch nothin'.

It's dangerous.

Come over here.

Let's see if I can give you a clean
bill of health as a stud.

[giggling] oh, that's it.

Bring it here to me now.

As skittish as a stallion, eh?

Scared this is gonna
pinch your nose?

[giggling] No, no.

Ain't your nose
that you can cause trouble with.

Now, let me see
if that stove pipe's in order.

Eh, scrotum...

...foreskin...

Hey, now what is this,
a flag raisin'?

C'mon, put that
black snake away.

[laughing]

All wenches with pups,
step forward!

- [baby crying]
- Gimme that bag o'bones.

Let's go.

[babies screaming]

Infant mortality, 60%.

Principal causes: syphilis,
dysentery, tuberculosis.

Good thing the females
is always pregnant.

The average is one and a half
pups a year.

And then they cut the umbilical cord with
their teeth and the tetanus takes over.

And what thanks do us veterinarians
get for our efforts?

Hm?
There, ya see?

They pee on us, that's what.

And their mothers tie off
the cord with horse hair.

Results?

Abscess and umbilical hernia.

Eh, when ya come down to it,

what's a gentleman like me
doin' bein' a veterinarian?

[babies crying]

♪ ♪

[groaning]

[whimpering]

[giggling]

[yelling]

[filmmaker]
These are their food rations?

I can understand
why they need an enema.

[2nd filmmaker]
Actually it's not bad.

A pint of cornmeal per head,
half a pint of beans,

half a pound of yams,
three pounds of pork fat.

Whoa!

Get your facts straight.
Just two pounds of fat.

We don't need
any favors from you.

All right, go ahead.

[whistles]

[crowd clamoring]

[woman screaming]

[man] Look at 'em.
Just look at 'em!

They'll gobble anything
you give 'em.

Eatin' and pleasurin',
that's what they want.

And they wanna survive.

They survive everythin'!

Whippin's, syphilis, cholera,
the heat, the cold.

Their strength
is their adaptability.

Come heaven or hell, they'll fill
their bellies and spew out dozens of pups.

Now, let me tell you somethin'.

I take my stand in favor
of compulsory castration.

Not out of meanness,
you understand,

but if we don't cut a few thousand of
these black balls now,

then, in a hundred,
two hundred years...

[train whistle blowing]

[filmmaker]
Where are they taking them?

[2nd filmmaker] Benson Parish,
the end of the line.

From there, they start the long march
through the wilderness.

[filmmaker]
What shall we do, follow them?

[2nd filmmaker] No, no, no, we'll wait for
them at the swamp, outside of Baton Rouge.

We'd better hurry up, though,
before the rainy season begins.

[sentimental music plays ♪]

[2nd filmmaker]
Now, from the railhead,

the caravan proceeds on foot
toward the great slave markets.

[filmmaker]
Hey, what's that red flag?

[2nd filmmaker] The red flag
is a symbol of slavery.

[filmmaker]
Is that so? And the band?

[2nd filmmaker]
To keep up their morale,

so they'll make a good appearance
when they arrive at the market.

[flies buzzing]

Come on!

All right, everybody!
Let's hear some music!

Some music here!
Something lively!

[off-key march playing ♪]

[overlapping shouting]

[church bells ringing]

[man speaking Latin]

By the grace of God,
you are free.

[speaking Latin]

By the grace of God,
you are free.

By the grace of God,
you are free.

By the grace of God,
you are free.

[speaking Latin]

By the grace of God,
you're free.

[sigh]

[strong foreign accent] All right, Father,
$300 for the males,

$200 for the females,
$100 for the cubs.

Agreed, ja?

Well, goodbye then, Father.

Remember me when you have
any more goods to set free.

- Ja?
- By the grace of God, you're free.

[filmmaker narrating]
Historically exact,

when commanded by Rome
to no longer hold slaves,

the Jesuits of the Monastery
of Saint Inigo in Maryland,

instead of liberating
their slaves, sold them.

♪ ♪

[off-key march playing ♪]

[overlapping shouts]

[2nd filmmaker narrating]
Ah, after a long day's march,

the merchants allow the slave caravans
a few hours of rest

on deserted plantations
in the wilderness,

and in sugar mills where water
was always abundant.

[filmmaker]
Who. who are those four?

[2nd filmmaker] Shh.

We have an appointment
with them tonight.

I'll explain later.

[man whistles]

[women scream]

[laughing]

Not bad, yeah?

[whistling]

[filmmaker] Oh, Johnny,
please don’t make trouble, huh?

Eh, shut up.

This my friend Buzz.

This is Sonny.

This here's Jake.

Well, then, are you comin'?

[filmmaker]
But isn't this illegal?

Illegal? What's legal
in this goddamn place?

Money now... money.

Oh, it's money he wants.

- [heavy blow]
- [screaming in pain]

There's your money!

[wailing in pain]

Heh, fine, fine, fine.

Just fine!

On your feet!

Come on! Come on!

You see this herd?

Whole damn coffle
belonged to one trader

'cause he rich, the fat hog...
[grunts]

Get outta my way! Go on!

Move!

You know how many poor folks
there is like me in this county

that ain't never owned
a single one of these bastards?

80 out of 100!

80 that works for nothin'
and die of starvation.

Make way for a white man!
Get out!

So, there's no work for us in this
shitty South, thanks to these dumb brutes.

Come on, come on!
Let's go.

♪ ♪

[men shouting,
laughing maniacally]

Come here, you!

[emotional music plays ♪]

♪ ♪

[baby crying]

Go away. Go away.

[light music plays ♪]

[filmmaker]
There's the slave trader.

Let's talk to him now.
Go on, call to him.

[2nd filmmaker]
Hey, Mr. Schultz!

Mind if we freshen up
a little, too?

Hello, boys!
I'm glad to see you!

[laughing]

It's not like that.

You have to undo
the buttons first.

[laughing] You'll learn.

It's true because if you know
how to treat them,

they are not a really
animal-like people, they.

What they need is a good master,

like me, for example.

You see, my profession
has also its noble side.

Some people call us
peddlers of human flesh,

sellers of souls.
No, no, no.

When you have a good conscience
like mine,

this work becomes a mission.

Don't think for one moment that
this is a lucrative profession.

What do you think, for example,
I make on this male?

40 to 50 dollars if he doesn't get first
a hernia, ja.

[chuckling]

And with the females,
it's the same.

Ho!

This wench, I think I do better
with this one.

I pay 250 for her.

All right, all right,
she's no virgin,

but I should get 650 for her
if some buck fattens her up.

[giggling]

And the pups,
$120 a dozen.

They'll bring 250 at the market.

So, you'll say a profit
of 80 to 1200!0.

That's not bad.

One moment, it's 420 miles
from here to the market,

and who pays for the ones
who escape

and the others
who die on the way?

If one out of three gets there,
I'm lucky.

Then feeding, clothing,
castrating, de-lousing,

whipping, then the taxes,

the tolls, the highway robbers,
the fever.

Then my health, my family.

I have seven sons I never see.

And the boys need a father, ja?

[shivering]

[horse galloping, neighing]

Who's that?

[voices chattering]

Why, sure! It's really him!
Charlie Watson!

You know that big banker
that went bankrupt?

Well, he outsmarted
all his creditors

and the taxmen by investing
all the bank's deposit in slaves

and then marching 'em
right out of the county.

[laughing]

Hey!

Charlie!

Charlie Watson!

Charlie!
[laughing]

How are you?

Just like in the old days, ja.

I'm glad to see you, old friend.
How've you been?

[greeting in strong
foreign accent]

And how's your son?
How old is he now?

Always said he was
the spitting image of his pa.

Just like good old Charlie.

[gunshots]

[spluttering]

Poor Charlie.

Anyhow, it's better it was me.

At least I was a friend.

If the government men
had caught him,

they'da hung him.

This way, he died
with his boots on.

[filmmaker] Mr. Schultz...
what have you done?

[Schultz]
The law is the law.

Niggers are bought and sold,

but you have to pay your taxes.

You got to be careful
in this business

because you know
this is liquid capital,

and it cannot be exported
without a license.

Hey, Amos!

Herd these along
with the others.

You all heard what the master said!
You comin' with us now!

[filmmaker] You mean,
you're just going to take them?

[Schultz] Why, just because
old Charlie's dead and gone,

you don't expect me
to let them starve, do you?

Without a master, niggers is just
plain helpless,

and I got a heart,
you know.

[filmmaker] What if someone talks,
with all these witnesses?

Oh, witnesses?

Who, them?

[laughing] No.

Have you ever seen
a horse testify?

No.
For a horse

is an animal like these,

and the law speaks very clearly.

No.

No danger.

If you...

- If you get any ideas...
- [filmmaker] Who? Us?

Let's get out of here!

- Hey, what's the matter?
- C'mon, run, run!

- [2nd filmmaker] I aml
- Come back here!

You!
Macaronis!

[overlapping shouting]

[musical flourish ♪]

[light music plays ♪]

[children chattering]

All right, all right.
Come in, come in.

But I'm warnin' you, I haven't much time
to look after you.

You can see
what a madhouse it is here.

- Ma'am, ma'am.
- Now, what do you want?!

- [gasps] The luggage!
- The luggage, ma'am.

Mr. Thackeray's luggage,
I've told you already!

You must bring it right down!

Back to work, all of you!

[children chattering]

You do as you please.

Look, walk around, do all you want.
I'll see y'all later.

- Ma'am.
- The sheets, ma'am.

- The sheets ma'am.
- Ma'am.

Let's go!
Let's go!

What about the sheets?

Ma'am?

Always clean.

Always clean.

Must always be cleanin' things
that's already clean.

Fingers.
My fingers is sore, ma'am.

Always cleanin' things,
they get sore.

Nights, I have dreams
about polishin' things, ma'am.

Like I was cleanin' night, too.
And my feets hurts, ma'am.

What can I do about my feet?

♪ ♪

[spits]

[spits]

[piano plunking ♪]

- Ma'am!
- Ma'am!

Where do we put the sheets?

Where do we put
the sheets, ma'am?

- Ma'am?
- [mocking] Ma'am! The sheets!

The sheets!
Where do we put the sheets?

On that bed!
On that bed!

[silly music plays ♪]

[babies crying]

[baby screaming]

♪ When the wind blows ♪

♪ the cradle will rock ♪

- [filmmaker] Excuse me, but--
- Shh.

♪ When the bough breaks ♪

♪ the cradle will fall ♪

And whose is this?!

Put him there, Missy.
I'll start to milkin' him soon as...

Careful, he's got the runs.
He dirties everywhere!

Yes'm.

♪ ...in the treetop ♪

♪ When the wind blows... ♪♪

♪ ♪

[girls chattering, giggling]

Ugh! It's cold!
Why do I have to take this bath?

Shut your mouth
and don't fuss so.

And you, gal,
whatcha starin' at?

Get to pumpin', ya hear?

[girls chattering, giggling]

Aw, mammy,
make her take my dress off!

Humph!

You see if I don't
have you whipped!

You'll see!

And gimme that towel!
It cost five dollars an ounce!

And it ain't for wipin'
no nigger wenches!

Gimme that!

That's enough!
I'm so terribly cold!

Lemme see. Don't like water,
does you, stinky?

Worse than a nigger.

Mammy, stop fussin' me, will ya,
and just get me dressed.

Please hurry up!

You know those foreign gentlemen
that are just takin' everybody's portrait?

I wanna look my very best
for those--

[gasps]

Get outta here!

Go away, you nosy people!

White gentlemen's the same
all over the world!

[shouting in French]

[overlapping shouting]

You do not pluck a chicken
while it is still alive!

Huh?!

[shouting in French]

[man] You bringin' or ain't you bringin'
them bottles of drinkin' water?!

Pure brass water
for master's tea!

[chickens squawking]

[speaking French]

Ah, that is where you have hidden
the poulet du patron, huh?!

[laughing]

[man] You bringin' or ain't you bringin'
that there cake

with the cherries on the top?

[woman] Hold your water!
It'll arrive when ready!

I keeps addin' cherries
and never gets it covered!

Can't figure why!

These are onions, not carrots!

You don't know by smell?!

[child singing]

[woman] Mash them almonds.
Seem like the bowl too small.

I takes 'em out
and mash 'em on the plate.

Yeah, that do right fine.

[shouting in French]

Ah, take that! And that!

[growls]

[man] This sweaty nigger
put her hand in the mayonnaise.

Me, nigger like me,
crush egg with a glove on.

[child singing]

[shouting in French]

Get him down!
Get him down!

[child crying]

[glass shattering]

[pig oinking]
- Pigs... pigs are more humans!

[sighs]

Mon Dieu!

All this, all hours,
all day long.

And just for to feed two people!

[pompous music plays ♪]

Mrs. Maxwell.

Yes?

- Yes, Mr. Thackeray?
- Mrs. Maxwell,

my stay with you and your family has been
a thoroughly pleasant one.

And I do not really want to again go into
the matter of that peculiar institution.

In your house,

one of the typical Southern homes
of the privileged,

you have...

...some 30 slaves doing the same work
that four or five servants

do perfectly well in any comparable house
in London.

And these 30 negroes are the pick
of the lot out of some 80 or 90.

Of the rest,

20 are sick or too old for work,

20 are too clumsy,

20 too young, and have to be nursed
and looked after by ten more.

For domestic purposes,
my dear Madame,

it seems to me the most peculiar
institution that can be devised.

I wish to thank you
for your hospitality, Madame...

...which, considering the enormous number
of servants you have,

must indeed have been...
exhausting.

♪ ♪

- [filmmaker] Who was that?
- [2nd filmmaker] Thackeray.

English historian who wrote that slaves
were more of a liability

than an asset to the Americans.

[light music plays ♪]

[birds chirping]

[car engine starts]

[overlapping goodbyes]

[filmmaker] Bye-bye! Bye!

Hey, why don’t we
interview them?

Might be interesting, uh, from
a professional point of view.

[2nd filmmaker] Forget it. We already have
an interesting appointment.

[filmmaker] With whom?

[2nd filmmaker]
The Reverend Stringfellow.

- [filmmaker] Huh?
- [2nd filmmaker] The preacher.

The one who was famous for his
justification of slavery.

- Aren’t you interested in hearing him?
- [filmmaker] Why not?

[2nd filmmaker] He's preaching today
in the church at Turner's Bridge.

[filmmaker] You know the way?

[2nd filmmaker] Eh, that slave
Mrs. Maxwell loaned us,

he will lead us as far
as Peterson Plantation,

and after that,
we'll have to ask the way.

[filmmaker] All right.

[overlapping clamoring]

[man] Move it, move it!

[filmmaker] Uh, begging
your pardon, Madame,

but can you direct us
to Turner's Bridge?

Drei kilometers! lch bin German.
Non good English sprechen!

[filmmaker] Uh, I'm afraid I...
I didn’t understand!

- [dog barking]
- Two miles! [speaking German]

[filmmaker]
What's happening here, Madame?

Nothing.

Cutting on black boy.

...Twenty virgins out
at Peterson's place.

- [woman laughing]
- [filmmaker] Cutting? Cutting what?

Ja, the balls out of that nigger!
[laughing]

Oh, that stud's through!
[laughing]

[screaming]

[child chanting]
Cut! Cut! Cut!

[man screaming]

No!
Not my balls!

[screaming continues]

[man] He pissin'!
He's scared!

[overlapping shouting, laughing]

Not my balls!

No!

[overlapping shouting]

[man] Yes!
Yeah, I got 'em!

[victim] My balls!

[man] The clippers!
Where be them clippers?!

[2nd man] A knife!
Use a knife, and quick!

[man] No knife!
Master said clippers!

[victim] Not my balls!

[victim screams]

No! No! No!

[man] Grab hold of 'em and pull!

Now put him where I can
get at him with the clippers!

Hurry up!

He's pissin' like to drown me!

[men laughing]

Want to go in, gentlemen?

[filmmaker] No, thank you,
but don’t let us keep you.

Shh.

[victim screaming]

His balls.
Off at last!

[laughing]

[filmmaker]
How do they do it?

With the tongs
we use for gelding.

[filmmaker] But it's atrocious
to make a man suffer that way.

Nein.

Nigger's they
don't feel nothing.

[laughing]

[church bell ringing]
[light music plays ♪]

[Reverend Stringfellow]
At this point, let me remind you

that God condemned to slavery the damned
posterity of Canaan in the days of Joshua.

God ordained
by express statute...

...to Abraham's posterity
that they should buy slaves.

And decreed that those slaves

would be a perpetual inheritance
for their children.

God recognized Abraham as the owner
of slaves he had bought,

commanding him
to circumcise them.

And Jesus ordained

that whosoever dared
to raise seditious doubts

as to the benevolence
of the institution of slavery

should be cast out and scorned,

not only as a danger
to the state,

but destructive to the true nature
of the Gospel.

God decreed by law that slavery
be honored and obeyed,

being His ordainment.

Jesus himself

established by law
the relation of master

and slave.

A master must exercise,
without any weakness,

his authority over the slave.

The master must not hesitate
to punish him severely,

whipping him with
a number of lashes

commensurate to the offense.

All this,
dear brethren,

is made known to us by the recorded
language of the Bible.

Slavery is, therefore,
a divine institution,

ordered and sanctioned by God!

Therefore,

with all the authority
invested in me by the Church,

I,

Reverend Thornton Stringfellow
of the State of Virginia,

order you to honor slavery,

and not to discuss it

on the basis
of false moral premises.

[light waltz music plays ♪]

"Regardin' the ladies
of the South,

it should be clearly understood
that their much vaunted virtue

is decidedly undervalued
from a moral viewpoint,

because it is a virtue
without alternatives."

- My word.
- "Indeed they care for less than virtuous

since it is a fact that their men are
noted for their preference

for colored girls.

They are virtuous to be sure.
They have no other choice.

They are women unfulfilled
since their husbands and possible lovers

prefer the dusky charms
of the plantation wenches.

The fillies, the show horses,
they call them,

these young colored girls,
bursting with lusty youth,

whom they enjoy so lecherously."

[women reacting]

- How's it possible to write such filth?!
- Propaganda.

Political propaganda.

What can they know
about negroes and negresses,

these landless louts
in Boston and Philadelphia?

Nothing but their envy
and prejudice.

Their malice causes them
to try and offend us,

to debase and humiliate us!

God in heaven!

That they should insult our men,
our husbands, in this way!

For shame.

To suggest that our men would have
intercourse with our slaves,

who are little better
than animals!

- Exactly.
- Dear God!

It is an accusation
of sexual aberration!

[scoffs] This abnormal matin'
between black and white,

there's a scientific word
for it.

It's called bestiality.

Such disgustin' lies!

Do we not all know who are the objects
of our husbands' incontinence.

We.

Who every Friday night
must undergo--

- [gasps] What am I saying?
- [women laughing]

Don't y'all think it might be wiser
not to speak too frankly in front of them?

Don't worry, they understand about as much
of white folks talk as the furniture does.

But isn't it remarkable, the longer
they stay among us, the lighter they get!

Yet their mentality, sensitivity,

and intelligence remain
that of the brute animal.

- It's really true.
- Yes.

It seems to me that
each generation gets lighter.

I know in our place, we keep havin' cubs
with rosy skins.

My husband says
it's because of, uh...

Symbiosis.

That's a scientific term,
symbiosis.

Like those animals who take on the color
of the background in which they live.

- Your husband's absolutely right.
- It's true.

Quite correct, my dear.

Look at Shibio, he's left-handed
like my brother.

And see Jason?

My husband brought him up
from childhood, and now,

isn't it remarkable, he shows
some of my husband's blondness.

Extraordinary!

Truly, nature is bizarre.

♪ ♪

[filmmaker] Do you think
those women really believe

all that nonsense
about symbiosis?

[2nd filmmaker] Could be.
Maybe, maybe not.

[filmmaker]
Where are their husbands?

[2nd filmmaker] Here in New Orleans
at their townhouses

keeping an eye on business.
- [filmmaker] Alone?

[2nd filmmaker]
Well, you saw their wives.

They're in the country
with the young people.

[filmmaker] Why don't we go
and take a look ?

[2nd filmmaker] Of course.
That's where we’re going.

[gate squeaking]

One, two, three.

Ah, that's just right.

Add three black peppercorns
to a glass of port,

and you have
an excellent digestive!

That's what I always say.
Black is always tasty!

Take, for instance,
a nice piece of black meat,

juicy and soft...

...even if it's slightly gamey.

That's the best part!
Their gamey taste.

Always so easy to digest,
even if eaten at bedtime.

[laughing]

Much better than our
weekly ration of white meat!

A tasteless snack

that leads to tossin'
and turnin' all night long!

[laughing]

That may be true
in this uncivilized country,

but it cannot compare,
as I have found, to the French.

We've heard enough
about your French bitches!

Wait 'til he's married to a wife
who thinks all men are disgustin' animals,

then he can tell us what kinda
fun he gets in her bed!

[laughter]

Indeed.

That is because you don't know how to put
a dash of pepper in it.

Truly you are peasants,
with the tastes of peasants.

You like pepper in your port

and the musky stench
of your servants.

- Uncivilized.
- Easy, son, easy.

I have known other peasants
like me and you

to slip out of the bed of Madame
Pompadour, or some such bitch,

to find a tastier snack
in mammy's larder!

♪ ♪

[tuba music plays ♪]

[stairs creaking]

[girls giggling]

Y'all line up for inspection,
you wenches!

I show you who's boss
around here!

Show me your nails!

You been rubbin'
in the slops again?

Get that filth
from under your claws, slut!

And you!
Hold up your arms!

[sniffing]

I declare!

Smells straight
from the cesspool!

Go wash yourself with lye soap!

Maybelle, come here!

Now you open your jaws.

Aah!

Garlic!

You chomp on those cloves
'til your teeths falls out!

And you!

You always been
a pretty clean wench.

Almost no stink at all.

Now you.

Turn 'round.

Turn 'round, I say!

Bend over.

♪ ♪

I don't mind admittin' it, dear God,
I'm mighty appreciative of all your...

- Come on in.
- [filmmaker] Just a moment.

[filmmaker whispering]
Let’s follow those girls.

[man]
As I was sayin', dear Lord,

I'm real obliged to you for all you've
given this deservin'

but humble servant today,

and for all that I know
you will give me tomorrow.

I thank you for the wisdom
you endowed me with at birth.

The countless good deeds
you inspire me to do.

And I also reckon, I should thank you
for closin' your divine eye

to a few little transgressions
I got planned for tonight.

Come on, you! Get in here!

But in humble sincerity,
dear Lord,

let me take this opportunity to thank you
for my continuin' stamina,

and finally, for the riches
you've already bestowed on me,

which I'm sure you wish me
to keep and to multiply.

Amen.

You like my prayer?
I made it up myself.

When a man knows good from evil, he's much
better off makin' up his own prayers.

Me and God,
we get along good.

As I see it, God created me
in His image and likeness.

That's in the Bible.
That's why I'm white.

Then he made the negro...
...which is also in the Bible,

which says that He immediately regretted
it and damned the entire race,

leavin' 'em without a soul,
fit only to be my slaves.

Then, with the night, come these
black ghosts, damned by God.

I say ghosts only because
of their damn blackness,

but they have a body.

Ah, what a body!

Look at her!

[grunts]

To avoid 'em
is to lose God's battle.

[slurps]

To trap them at night
is to conquer 'em.

The victory of light
over darkness.

At my age,
it's somethin' of a task.

But with God's help, m'friend,
and these...

Hm, well...

It's late.

[slurping]

I got work to do!

[man] Mammy!

[door creaking]

Mammy!

Mammy!

Mammy!

Where are you, you black slut?!

You come here, now!

Move your big, fat, black ass!

- Come here, I said!
- I'm comin'!

I'm here!
I'm right here, master!

- What wrong?!
- Idiot!

What's wrong?!
You old fool!

This is what's wrong!

Did you or did you not
send me this fraud?!

Why, master?

How come you talk
like that, master?

I don't fraud nobody, master!

That Helen, master,
she a beautiful wench!

You listen,
you stupid, black bitch!

At 60, I don't give a damn
for her beauty!

You sent me a virgin!
Get rid of her!

That not possible!
Wait, master!

I send you another wench
more open!

All right, girl.

You come over here to me now,
you hear?

You got no shame, slut?

Come here!

Tell me!

No lies, you whore,
you still virgin,

or can't he make it with you?

Answer me, bitch!
You still virgin?!

Yes or no!

[crying]

You brute!

- [girl screaming]
- You whore!

[crying]

Does ya want me, master?

[filmmaker]
What's that child? Want you?

What do you mean?

I ask, does ya want me, master?

I's bathed all over,
and master, I's a virgin.

[filmmaker] A virgin?

My God, how old are you, child?

13.

[filmmaker] What?

13, I guess, according to Mammy.

[filmmaker] 13, 13, but such a child!
You're still a child, my God!

Aren't you ashamed?
So young?

Does ya want
these first, master?

Mammy told me sometimes
white folks must play with this

before they can
pleasure the girls.

[filmmaker]
This is madness.

What wicked person
taught you such things?

Just imagine the trouble
I'd be in if someone...

oh my God, only 13, 13.
You can't do this to me.

No, no, master, please!
Don't send me away, master.

[filmmaker] Quiet.

Please, don't send me away.

[filmmaker] Yes, but please,
don't make so much noise.

Please, master, pleasure me.

Pleasure me!

Please, master?

[filmmaker] Right now? Here?

Your bed is so big,
and I'm so small.

And if I take off my dress...

...I don't smell,
do I, master?

I don't smell.

If you is really sleepy, master,

I won't bother you.

But it's too bad, master,
I like ya so much, master.

It would be so good
with you, master.

And Mammy wouldn't beat me
no more.

[filmmaker] This is unbelievable.
Are you really a virgin?

oh, no, child.
You see, if you must do it,

it would be better with someone
your own age and, perhaps, color.

You mean
with a black man, master?

No, no!

I don't like black men, master.

No, master.

I can't stand black men.

Once, so Mammy wouldn't whip me,
I had to try it.

He hurt me, master.

Too big. Too strong.

White man is smaller, master.

Better for the first time.

And they not smell, master.

Oh, master.
Master, please.

Please, do it to me, master.

Mm, master.

Thank you, master.

Mm, master.

[moaning]

[fanfare ♪]

♪ ♪

[band playing a march ♪]

I'm sorry, ma'am.

$400 is rock bottom price!

- 400, 400.
- No, I am not paying that!

- Take him home!
- $200!

- He's a steal!
- 300?

- 400, ma'am.
- No, no, no, you can keep him, then.

Step right up, folks.

Don't miss the chance
of a lifetime!

one dollar!
One dollar only!

You may win prizes
worth 50,000!

[child crying]

only a few tickets still available,
so hurry, hurry, hurry!

And win yourself a fabulous prize
for just one dollar!

Step right up, folks!

[overlapping sales pitches]

65 to 68 pounds.

Need about another
five pounds...

You never mind that
in no more way.

All right, sir.
The customer always right.

[overlapping chatter]

Look at these stallions!
Inspect 'em real close.

Horse breed and full o'seed!

Just look at those attributes.

Look at 'em, and touch 'em!

Pinch 'em, and weigh 'em
in your hand!

♪ ♪

oh, this little angel is certainly the
prettiest of any we've seen in the market.

Oh, it's really
such an enchantin' creature.

Well then,
what shall we do, Sister?

It's hard to say no isn't it?

But have you heard the prices?

No, I'm afraid
it's too expensive.

But he's such an angel,
and he's so healthy.

The Mother Superior
would like it, let's buy.

Sister, now...

can you just imagine
what she'd say?

She's already bought
four this year.

Oh, dear, I do want it so.

$300 isn't so much.

Maybe if we offer 200.

I-I'm the only one who's got
these keys, you-you hear?

Inside all you bastards,
or I'll have you whipped!

I'll say who's the master
around here!

These slaves belong to me! Huh!

I-I give the orders here.
I'm the General, the General!

C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!

C'mon open up! open up!
Open up, you whores!

I'm-I'm the General.

Open up, you black apes!

outta my way!

Move, ya hear?

Hey, master, look at this
mercy dollars I got custody of.

I'm the general
of the slave market guards.

You see this?
It's the market vault.

Hundreds of thousands of dollars,
wenches, all prime grade meat,

and every one
of the sluts a virgin.

[laughing]

Get to work, nigger.

Now this one? She not even
a full-blooded nigger!

Damn near all of 'em got at least
half human blood in their veins.

Like me!
All of 'em sold.

Ready to be delivered!
[laughing]

Gift wrapped!

Hey, masters, look!

Look, but don't touch, huh?

You mustn't handle
the merchandise, no, no, no!

Only the general's
allowed to do that.

Oh, you wanna see?
This is Cassandra, half-breed.

Fabulous. Just look.
Just look at that.

Harrison breeding farm.
Daughter of Zaphira...

Argemine,
three quarters human blood.

Nicest pair of tits
in the store!

[laughing]

$5,000 cash on the barrel head,
with a two-year guarantee!

Vintage of '48.

Imperial reserve! Rosy pink.

This is Eve.

Hey, Eve!
Eve, you like apples?

Well, then, go on and eat 'em!
Eat 'em, eat 'em!

But don't let that
black snake get you!

A pair like these
you'll never see!

A pair like these, you'll--
A... A pair like--

Oh, forget it!

I don't care
if you never see them!

Come on! Come on!

I ain't got no more time
to waste.

I'm the General!

Open up! open up!

Open up! Open!

Go on, go on!
Keep dancing!

You! You, you clown!
What are you waiting for?!

Go on dance, dance,
dance, dance, dance!

[silly music plays ♪]

Hey master!

- [filmmaker] Huh?
- [General] Whatcha starin' at?

Those old French pigs in
New Orleans like 'em this way!

Nestin' doves,
without feathers!

♪ ♪

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, not like that,
you clumsy fools!

Watch me, I'll show you how.

Like that!

Now, don't shake your shoulders!
Shake your ass!

♪ ♪

Open up!
open up, I'm the General!

- Open up!
- oh! Europeans!

Oh, what an honor!
I'm beside myself!

Did you ever see such hands?

If you knew what they're like
when they arrived here.

Places!
Places!

I could go outta my mind
gettin' 'em ready!

And they in such demand,

they rip 'em outta my hands
before I'm finished.

Come on, darlin's, show yourselves
to these nice men.

Please, gentlemen, go ahead.
Look around all you like.

Not bad, huh?
Guess what they cost!

$500?
1,000... 2,000?

Uh-uh.

3,000!

♪ ♪

[filmmaker] Who's going to guarantee
that they really are twins?

They might be genuine.
They might also be a fraud.

Fraud?!

This is a serious firm,
known all through the South!

Take a look at this pair.

- [General] Dirty fag.
- This is rare stuff!

They're authentic by Keller!

They're signed, why, look here!

Quiet, quiet!

Open the door.
It's me, the General.

Come in, come in.
But no beards.

These are museum pieces
fit for kings and queens.

This one's price is $15,000!

[filmmaker]
What's so special about him?

He's got three!

Three!

One, two, three.

Three, three, three!

One, two, three!
He's got three!

One, two, three!
He's got three!

♪ ♪

[filmmaker] Uh, let's see now.
Page 910, yes.

"A mixture of paraffin, linseed oil,
and essence of orange peel.

This ointment is rubbed into the skin
of slaves, especially the females,

before exposing them
on the auction block.

It serves the dual purpose of improving
the appearance of their skin,

by hiding the presence
of carbuncles,

and of camouflaging the pungent animal
odor of the African race.

This anointing
is practiced generally,

but particularly
in Georgia and Alabama."

- Hey, where y'all from?
- [filmmaker] From Rome.

- Rome, Georgia?
- [filmmaker] Rome, Italy.

Yankees.

Go home.

[man] Thank ya, master.

[all] Thank ya, master.

[man] Yes, master.

[all] Yes, master.

[man] Please, master.

[all] Please, master.

And now, you all
pay attention to me.

And you, too, pay attention
when I'm talkin' to you, hear?

Here's where you look when you find
yourself in front of a white man.

Here, at the toe of his boot.

Now, you over there,
I want you to repeat.

- Thank you, master.
- [all] Thank you, master.

- [man] Yes, master.
- [all] Yes, master.

- [man] Please, master.
- [all] Please, master.

And you,

never look a white man
in the eye.

You hear me? Never!

Look at me.

Thank you, master.

Not in the face, you bastard!
Now remember that!

Order, efficiency, cleanliness.

Without them, the county archives
sure would be an unholy mess.

But fortunately,
I'm the only one

that can handle
these here records.

Ought to be file 8,266 line I.

Hm, pity though.

Better watch out!
Just saw a rat in there.

- oh, he don't bite.
- Rat as big as a cat.

That's Mickey.

Nice, clean place, huh?

- Oh, here it is.
- Ah, that's it.

Now, Stu, I don't see so well.

Why haven't they yet learned how to turn
out a legible policy. Can you read it?

Sure I can.
Got good eyesight.

I'll just read
the essentials, huh?

The object, covered by insurance in the
file says negro slave, name of Charles...

Uh... beneficiary being kept
in the event of slave drowning

or causing damage to third parties
or self-destruction,

sabotage, smallpox, or insan...

Insan?
Insanitation?

Insanity? Hm.

- Piece missing here. Ate by Mickey.
- [man] Who's Mickey?

[clerk] Uh, the rat
you saw awhile back.

[man] Well, which is it?
Insanitation or insanity?

Well, what's the difference?
The insurance company don't pay no how.

And this here's
the inventory list.

Feet and ankles insured.
Likewise shinbone, knee and thighbone.

Uh... Genital area?
Nothing worth insuring here.

Liver covered.

Also heart.
Guess he's got one.

Uh, teeth?

Can't insure what he ain't got.

How long you insurin' him for?
One year policy all right?

He ain't gonna last
no longer than that.

- Anything else?
- I believe not.

All right, then.

Sorry, who's got a pen?

- A pen?
- [filmmaker] Uh, here's one.

- Thank you, sir.
- [filmmaker] Don’t mention it.

Here, sign here,
clearly and legibly.

Full name on the dotted line.

Johan Jerome Gutenberg.

Napoleon.

Nero.

Julius Caesar.

Gabriel.

Alexander the Great.

Lucifer.

Name?

- Judas.
- Butterfly.

- Peter.
- Achilles.

- Samson.
- [filmmaker] Excuse us, sir.

My colleague and I are here
to conduct an inquiry.

Uh, may we ask you
a few questions?

Yes, please, master.
I'm at your disposal.

[filmmaker] You're here,
as it were, to be sold, no?

Course.

[filmmaker]
W-We are truly appalled, sir.

We can imagine
how you must feel.

- Your fear, your indignation.
- on the contrary.

Why, in my career,

I have always been very lucky.

I've had masters, each one
more humane than the last.

[filmmaker] But haven’t you ever been
treated brutally?

Whipped?
Beaten?

Tortured?

In our profession,
what counts is to do one's duty.

Don't listen to all those
stories about the

various Uncle Toms
and Simon Legrees, and so on.

It's all nonsense.

See, the truth is that we are
valuable merchandise.

Have you seen the prices
in the market?

I know it.
I cost more than $2,000!

And... can you imagine a fool...

excuse the expression,

a fool of a master who...

would whip and maim
a capital of over $2,000?

No!

If a slave

is a respectable slave,

his master treats him
with kid gloves

because it takes only one scar,
one single scar...

...and plop!

Down shoots the price.

You know,
the client is suspicious.

[filmmaker] But sir,
surely you must realize

the injustice
of your situation.

The violation of your liberty,
your freedom.

If you speak of freedom, sir,
I must tell you something.

I am a worker.

And workers are not free
and never will be.

If you speak of my condition,

I will quickly say,

I don't pay taxes,

I'm housed, fed, and clothed
by my employer.

I work a short week.

My medical care is free.
I get a Christmas bonus,

and retirement or permanent disability
at the expense of my employer.

Without mentioning this,

that in time of war,

I am not even obligated
to military service!

[filmmaker] Oh, but if-if you're
not even paid...

You know,

I see the ones which you gentlemen call
freed slaves or liberated workers,

out from morning 'til night, workin' like
horses to make ends meet.

And they never do!

So, just tell me, then,

what's the difference between us slaves
and liberated workers, huh?

[filmmaker] You should be ashamed
of yourself!

- Who, me?
- [filmmaker] Yes, you!

You're a dishonor to your race!

[2nd filmmaker] Quit waving
that camera around, will you?

[filmmaker] All right, but with all
the, the thousands

of tormented slaves

around in this country,
we have to run into that puppet!

That wretched collaborator!

[sentimental music plays ♪]

[Priest speaking Latin]

Go and change
the plate now, son.

[speaking Latin]

[tribal drums ♪]

[rock music plays ♪]

[2nd filmmaker] Listen to this,
I'm.I'm quoting Hewitt.

"When work is finished,
the slaves are allowed to congregate

and perform religious rites,
which are merely

a primitive African
version of Christianity.

Experience shows that
the more religious a slave is,

the more humble, resigned,
and docile he is.

However, the law prescribes
that these devotions

shall be monitored
by a white man."

And there he is.

♪ ♪

In this elemental parody
of the master's religion,

Jesus, the Gospel, the Bible
are all mixed together.

Look at this.

Africa instead of Palestine,

the ocean instead
of the Red Sea,

slave ships and sharks instead of Romans,
Egyptians and so.on...

Here, the plantation instead of Golgotha
represents the place of Jesus' agony.

And instead of Herod,
the master with crosses,

flagellations
and other delights.

[filmmaker] What do the masters
say to that?

Does it or does it not prove
they have souls?

[2nd filmmaker]
The best person to answer that

is the most eminent scientific authority
of the day, Professor Samuel Cartwright.

Born in Jackson, Mississippi
in 1802,

died in Charleston,
South Carolina in 1876.

[filmmaker]
Where'd you say he died?

Ahh!

Of course, the Italians!
Come, come.

As you know,
it's only a question of time.

On the other hand,

I hope to be speaking
with people

who have a basic understanding
of this argument.

Yes.

Tom, how are we going
with the perspiration?

- Ready, Professor.
- Now, good.

How 'bout a smell?

Is that a human odor?

or an animal odor?

To speak more clearly,

is the pH acid or alkaline?

Naturally, it's acid.

And so, as a matter of fact,

one square centimeter
of this skin

has twice the number
of sweat glands as this skin.

And, you do not need
a microscope

to see the limited
cranial capacity,

and the vile wool
that covers it.

This low forehead,

or the eyes,

completely lacking
in any blue pigment,

or the animal-like nose,

with its dirty wide nostrils,

and the abnormally strong teeth,

and this almost Neanderthal jaw,

are all characteristics

of a subhuman race.

A race far inferior to our own.

A race that is...
but another example

of nature's innumerable attempts

to obtain perfection.

Ah, nature loves perfection.

The perfection

of the European homo sapiens.

The white race.

- Us.
- [filmmaker] Excuse us, Professor,

but aren't you Jewish?

Yes, but... why?

[scoffs]

[chains clattering]

Let's imagine we want
to rid ourselves of them.

You wouldn't have to use
atrocious methods like gas or...

deportation.

It would suffice simply
not to cure the diseases

which infest the specimens' hair
in this laboratory.

Remember, and I've written this,

a healthy negro is a good slave,

and a bad slave is a sick negro.

[gate creaks]

For example, look at them.

Their disease is drapetomania,

or the mania to escape.

They think only of escape,

but not out of an idea
of freedom,

which is understandable
in a human.

The negro doesn't have
these sentiments.

If he escapes, he escapes
only because he is sick.

Ah!

Now, here is a perfect example

of cachexia africana
or dirt eating.

[filmmaker] Well, what do they do?
Bite?

Oh, no.

This is not a muzzle.
No, no, no.

It's simply to keep them
from devouring

every sort of refuse,

including...

their own excrement and dirt.

It's a form
of unconscious suicide

brought on by lack of some substance
of which we know nothing.

Ah, there you are, little bird,
there you are.

[makes kissing noises]

Oh, boy.

And look how far they have come!

Their fear of work
and their laziness

are such that they've succeeded
in outwitting their masters.

Now, what do you think of that?

Look at these sly foxes.

[laughing]

They willingly lose arms,
legs, hands, and feet.

See how they abuse themselves
to get out of work.

Then of course, their masters
have to take care of them. Come along!

[filmmaker] But how could they possibly
mutilate themselves to this extent?

Didn't I tell you?

[laughing]

They gave themselves superficial wounds
to avoid work,

but then they got gangrene,

and arms and legs
had to be amputated

in order to save their lives.

[laughing]

What are they doing here?
They're Indians.

Ah, this is one of my
many unsuccessful experiments.

You see, with Indians, there's
absolutely nothing to be done.

There's the same difference
between a negro and an Indian

as there is between
a dog and a coyote.

You can put a dog on a leash,

beat him, and he'll always
be there to lick your feet.

Take away a coyote's liberty,
and you've cut off his air.

An Indian will never be a slave.

No one has ever been able to make them
reproduce in captivity.

They do not eat.
They do not talk.

They do not sleep.
They do not make love.

On the other hand,
these people exaggerate.

The negro boasts
of an enormous empire,

not realizing that this is the result
of still another disease,

which is eromania
elephantina sudanensis.

Oh, by the way,
I invented this.

It's to keep them away
from their genitals,

so they can't play with themselves.
[laughs]

They have such enormous...

sexual activity,

both fornication and sodomy,

that they very, very soon
in life,

right from infancy,

start to develop

something that is
quite remarkable.

A very enormous penis,

which causes lack of potency.

Naturally, all of this is a great
impediment to reproduction.

Look at them!

These extraordinary creatures,
neither man nor beast,

that ask to be
part of our world.

They're as old a race as we,

and yet, until yesterday,
they'd never seen a wheel.

And their future?

They have no future
as they have no past.

Tomorrow as today,

slavery will be their
only possible privilege.

What could they ever do

if they don't live
in the reflections of our glory,

and profit by the crumbs
from our well-laden table.

♪ ♪

[frogs chirping]

♪ ♪

[pig squealing]

[filmmaker] Now, let's see.
Page 971.

"Many of the slaves who ran
away from the plantations

hid in the trackless
swamps of Florida.

To recapture them, the white men
organized extensive manhunts.

The most efficient method placed obedient
slaves and domestic animals

in simulated refugee camps
among the mangroves.

The most famous
of these man traps

was right here
in the Bradenton swamps.

Where voices and laughter
and the smell of roasting pig

served as a decoy
to the hungry escapees.

In fact, in a single morning,

the hunters bagged
47 runaways."

[imitates horn]

[horns blowing]

[children crying]

[imitates laughing]

[laughing]

[drumming]

[ducks quacking]

[whistles]

[pig squealing]

♪ ♪

[birds chirping frantically]

[water splashing]

Now!

[gunfire]

[shouting]

[dog barking]

[dog whining]

[gunfire continues]

[screaming]

[laughing]

[screaming]

[laughing]

[cymbals crashing]

♪ ♪

[baby crying]

[laughing]

Smile!

[mumbling]

okay, all right.
Let's go, that's it, come on.

[overlapping chatter]

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

There it is.

From here, you get a bird's eye view of a
business that's going lickety-split.

Way it happened was
cotton and tobacco went sick

and it was either
fish or cut beef.

There was no question
which I'd do.

I turn this plantation
into a breedin' farm.

And I must say,
it was a timely move,

'cause right after that,
they passed a new law

prohibitin' the importation
of African negroes,

and of course that sent the market

- sky high.
- [girl] Hey, Pa!

Pa!

Hey, Pa!

Mr. Wilson's comin'!

Hey there, Mr. Bighorn.
I brought my wench.

All right, fetch her here.

You been keeping' track of her?
You're sure she's in heat?

She's ready for breedin'.

[laughing]
Well, I hope so for your sake.

You know, Wilson, if she doesn't take
the first time,

you're not gonna like
payin' another stud fee.

How many days ago
did she finish?

Mm...

My misses counted 12.

Should be 13 at most
with the trip.

If you can get her mounted right away,

I'll be back on the road
in a couple hours.

- Is it for me, Pa?
- Easy.

We'll talk about that
when you finish school.

- Now, you go and study.
- Doggone.

- Is she clean?
- Sure 'nough.

Does she have crabs?

For the love of God,
I keep her in the house.

[laughing]

- Then she's a virgin?
- Of course.

You know I've been savin' her
for Jason.

What?!

A virgin for a brute like that?!

He'll split her up the middle!

[laughing]

If he does, I'll sew her up.

C'mon, Mr. Bighorn.

I could've serviced this wench two feet
from my own back door for $50.

If I've traveled
60 miles up country,

and I'm payin' you $200,
cash on the barrelhead,

it means I want Jason's seed.

Anyway, it's my risk,
the way I see it.

- She's my worry.
- All right.

That's your business.
[laughter]

Jason the three-legged stallion!

Hi, Daddy!

[laughter continues]

How's old Mr. Bighorn's
arthritis these days?

A little better since he's been drainin'
it out of him and into the niggers.

Ah, you can't beat them nigger cubs
for curin' the arthritis.

Could be, but then I find myself
with a litter of crippled pups.

[laughter]

- Look there!
- Where?

- There, in that box.
- What?

I dunno, these journalists always want you
to look into that damn hole.

Hey, Wilson, you wait for me
at the breedin' pen, ya hear?

I'll take these foreign gentlemen
for a turn around the plantation.

Fine, Mr. Bighorn.

- [church bell ringing]
- Hello, Father!

They keep you busy on a Sunday!

Hey George!

What's the matter with ya
these days?

Why, it's been more than two weeks
since I seen you in church!

I've had a lot to do.

The work, Father, too much work.

Soon all this is gonna be level.

[filmmaker] Yes, it must be
embarrassing for a priest

to have his church
on a slave.breeding farm.

No, on the contrary,
he's quite content!

I also pay him
as sort of a gardener.

Fact is,

I need the space up near the big house
for special breedin' purposes.

Good day, Elizabeth.

[chuckles]

My wife is a
little peeved with me,

'cause I gave order
to dig up the family graveyard.

Doubt she'll ever forgive me.

She's been there since yesterday
in full mournin',

makin' sure that Grandpa's skull doesn't
wind up with Aunt Charlotte's ribs.

[chuckles]

Just imagine what fun it's goin' to be,
goin' to bed with an undertaker.

♪ ♪

Hey, Cupid!

Bring me some sugar cane!

[children shouting]

These are vintage '43!

only lost about 25%.

Usually 60% die.

Measles does it.

Don't hurt us humans,

but it kills these poor beasts.

[filmmaker] How come some
of them are blond?

Well, you see, some are mine and some
are my brother's from Pittsburgh land.

And some are from passing guests
like yourselves.

And the priest hasn't been
losin' any time either.

All right, that's all now.

[rooster crows]

[chuckles]

These fine brood mares are for the house
and Mandingo stallions

I purchased three years ago.

87% pregnant at any given time.

With an average interval between delivery
and conception of less than 60 days.

Hey, where are you?

Ah! There you are.

Now, this is what I call
a really fine brood mare.

Drops twins every year and there are two
in there again this time.

She's worth a fortune.

[woman moaning in pain]

Come on! Come over here!

Look at this!
What a chance you've got!

Come and see how a little bastard
comes into the world.

[yelling]

- [baby crying]
- [laughing] Beauty, eh?

Must be about seven pounds.

This one's dedicated to you.
I'll call him Macaroni.

[chuckling]

Good girl, Cleopatra.

- Who's the sire?
- Don't really know, master.

You had me covered by Pluto
only it didn't take.

Then you had me pleasured
by Nestor and Beauregard...

oh, that's all right.

...just to be sure.

She's a beauty anyway.

See how your master
keeps his word?

It's a prize.
A dollar a pup.

An old family tradition.

[women chattering, giggling]

[Bighorn] This stock will get
covered in the fall.

They're eager for it now,
but a good breeder can't hurry things.

That's the way you ruin
good bloodlines.

[filmmaker]
What bloodline are these?

[Bighorn]
The Bighorn strain!

My new crossbreed won two blue ribbons
at the Jackson County Fair!

I'll show her to ya.

Hey you, bring Papaya.

♪ ♪

No, no, not that one!

That one!

No, idiot, that's Sydney!
Put her down!

Ugh.

♪ ♪

That one, there, Papaya!

Throw that one down!

I want Papaya,
the one with the blouse!

Idiot.

♪ ♪

I have 136 in stock,

but this should give you an idea
of the product.

Takes talent to create
a strain like this.

The breeder must work
with colors like an artist.

A bit of white here,
a bit of black there.

Now, a touch of red there,
a whisper of white.

Until out comes somethin'
which is neither black,

nor white, nor red, nor yellow,

but an indisputable masterpiece.

[horses whinnying]

No!

[men shouting]

No! No!

[filmmaker] oh, look,
a slave's running away!

[Bighorn] No, no, he's only terrified
of the branding iron.

New stallions are always
a little skittish.

[men shouting]

No!

[screaming]

[branding iron sizzling]

You ready, Wilson?
Shall we go?

- Been waitin' for ya.
- And the wench?

- Ready.
- That's good, bring her along.

- All right.
- Let's go.

Down, boy.

Good boy, Casanova.

These studs go wild
with the smell of a wench.

He's got more seed in him
than a dozen bulls.

They offered me 4,500 for him in Benson,
but I wouldn't take it.

[sentimental music plays ♪]

[laughing]
[horse whinnying]

Good old Jason.
My champion.

200 pounds of muscle
and not an ounce of fat.

If I wanted,

he could cover
four, five wenches a day.

But I'm not wastin' him.

- Your wench ready?
- Ready as she'll ever be, Mr. Bighorn.

[echoing] Put her in there.

Remember, Wilson, if he does any damage,
that's your problem.

[echoing] I want you to be
a nice little mare.

[laughing]

♪ ♪

[Jason cries out]

Enough, Jason!
Enough!

[Jason panting]

Water!
Water, please.

That's it.

[rock music plays ♪]

[reader] "Your Honor,
my name is Nat Turner.

I intend to lay before you,
a full confession of my crimes."

♪ ♪

"on August 21st, 1831,

55 whites were massacred
by me and 70 other slaves."

♪ ♪

"My profound hatred
for whites was...

[women chattering]

My profound hatred
for whites w--"

Pig bastards!

[women continue
shouting, giggling]

"My profound hatred

was the will of God,
who ordered me to kill."

Will of God, let's see, 1831.

If Cleaver, LeRoi Jones, Malcolm X
had lived 150 years ago, like Nat Turner,

would they have believed that
their hatred of whites,

men, women, and children,
was according to God's will?

The slave Cleaver,
like the slave Turner,

would never have dared to admit that the
order came not from heaven

but from within himself.

Now then,

"on the evening of August 21st,

we advanced in Indian file
through the corn

and lined up right in front
of the Travis mansion.

The night before,
God had given me a clear sign

that this was to be
our first target.

We knew we would find the Travis baby
in the house..."

[baby crying]

- [men shouting] Catch it!
- okay, over this way!

Don't drop it!

[reader continues]
"...and the master's wife, Sarah."

Who knows if today's whites

are really any different than they were
in Nat Turner’s time.

or better yet, let's say that
today’s whites are different.

Would there be this difference
if Nat Turner had never existed?

[baby crying]

[woman] Come on, honey, no.

[reader] Would they have let me
go to their schools?

Become a doctor?
Earn a decent living?

Have a nice house?
A wife?

Children,

well-nourished and healthy?

"Nelson, Sam, Jake,
Hark, and me,

we climb quietly
through the dining room window.

Will, who was bringing up the rear,
stumbled and fell over the table,

still cluttered
with supper dishes."

[bulldozer roaring]

"I was scared old man Travis
would wake up

because Will was still stumbling around
making one hell of a racket.

But old Travis went right on
sleeping next to his wife

when Sam and Jake tiptoed in.

And it was like
the sleep of the just.

Deep and untroubled.

And it occurred to me even then,
that his harsh, regular snoring

was a sound that was familiar
since my child--"

[reporter] From Washington this morning,
violence broke out

as a large group
of young militant black--

[reader sighs]
Here we are.

"Sam and Jake tiptoed in..."

No, where was I?

"That old man had
practically raised me,

and he was a kind
and gentle master.

But he was still white,
and for that, he had to die."

[snoring]

"old man Travis,
like all whites,

never even imagined
that a slave,

an obedient creature
without courage or dignity,

might one day rebel
against his master.

And so, the only reaction
that came to his mind,

still foggy with sleep,
was disbelief.

When..."
[rock music plays ♪]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[continued screaming]

[axe head clattering]

"We were about to..."
[baby crying]

"...to leave the house when Hark ran back
towards the sound of a baby crying."

"We had almost forgotten
about the baby."

[baby continues crying]

[reader sighs]

[indistinct shouting]

"After the massacre
at the Travis plantation,

our next objective was..."

Those idiots again!

"After the massacre
at the Travis plantation,

our next objective was the slaughter
of the Reese family.

Reese was a cruel
and foolish master...

...who amused himself
by tormenting his slaves

with all sorts of stupid jokes.
[continued shouts and laughter]

His wife and his sister-in-law,
two asinine creatures..."

Clown!

"...encouraged this
disgusting show.off,

shrieking and squealing
like stuck pigs!

In front of the Reese mansion,
I swore that I would no longer

show weakness
in carrying out God's will.

I was ready to spill blood.

I hated Reese.

He would force me to take
part in his humiliating games.

I should've
refused, rebelled,

but how can a slave--"

[man] Don't be afraid, friend,

- it's just a joke, just a joke.
- [women babbling incessantly]

I want you to take a picture
of me and the girls, huh?

Now, you just take the camera,
and you look through this end

and flash,
you push the button, all right?

Now, come on, fella!

One picture of me
and the girls together, huh?

Come on, be a good sport!

"I should've
refused, rebelled,

but how can a slave..."

Wait, wait now. Hold it there
just one minute. [women chattering]

"Reese was a cruel
and foolish master."

[screaming]
[rock music plays ♪]

[women screaming]

♪ ♪

[laughing]

Oh, out of step, uh-oh!

Run, run, run, run, run!
Mother, mother, come on!

Come on, sweetie.

[reader narrating] "Margaret, Nat Turner’s
first and only victim.

Today, they say that
Nat Turner killed,

not for hate, but for love.

Who knows why we Blacks
can't swallow this story?

Now then, Nat Turner,
practically a nursemaid

for little Margaret, but black,
and therefore, unsuspected of

feeling desire
for that young white girl

who romped around him
the whole day long..."

[giggling]

Listen, this girl is in love
with a boy.

She won't tell me who it is.

- No, I'm not!
- Yes, you are!

[reader narrating]
"How she excited him

without ever knowing it."

[young girl] Where are you, Nat?
Come here, Nat,

and see my new dress.

Am I pretty?

Come on, Nat, drive me over
to Aunt Rose's.

[giggling] No, no,
I'll ride in the box with you.

Now, move over, little Nat.

There, you see! There's plenty of room
for both of us!

[giggling]

[reader narrating]
"She and Nat,

skin almost touching skin,

the wind in that blond hair,

and that white throat he wanted so
desperately to touch.

'Oh, Nat, '
she said to me one day,

while her nearness and that
youthful scent of lavender

made my flesh taut.

'Oh, Nat, why are negroes
born to such misery?

Why, in this bright springtime are they
but fallen flowers?'"

Black bastard!

Did you see what they did?

Daddy, really!

I'll get you!
[girl screaming]

[reader narrating, chuckling]
Black bastard.

Let's see.

If I...

If I, 140 years later,

was in love
with that white girl,

so much in love
I couldn't live without her,

but just because I'm black
like Nat Turner...

[laughing]

I can see it now.

'Sir, let me
introduce myself.

I'm Doctor Nat Turner.

I love your daughter,
and I intend to marry... '

[laughing]

♪ ♪

[reader narrating] "We decided
that the Withers plantation

was our next target.

And we moved forward,

invisible in the deep shadows
of the oak grove

that flanked three sides
of the house.

Margaret had just come home
for summer vacation

from Southampton College.

When we spotted her father, he was
too excited by his daughter's arrival."

[laughing]

"Much too busy welcoming her
home and showing her how much

she was loved
to take notice of us."

[laughing]

[rock music plays ♪]

[screaming]

♪ ♪

[laughing]

♪ ♪

- Margaret!
- [giggling]

Margaret!

[reader]
"I was looking for Margaret.

She was hiding
around the corner of the house.

When I finally spied her,

she ran,
- [giggling]

light and quick as the wind,

through the rows of corn.

I ran, following the bright
sunlight and her hair.

After that flashing face
had turned to look at me,

I ran faster than she.
And then, I caught up with her.

[girl gasping]
- I must.

I must!
I must!

I must kill you!"

[girl whimpering]

"Because I love you!

Because you’re white!"
[girl screaming]

[voice booming]
"White! White!

White!"

[silence]

"Your Honor,

before you condemn me
to the gallows,

you asked me if I repented.

Well,

in all sincerity,

I can only answer that...

if I could return..."

[music building ♪]

[music at full volume ♪]

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