Blues for Mister Charlie - Revenge
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- She fell, Richard, she fell. The stairs were wet and slippery and she fell.
- My mother fell down the steps of the damn white hotel? My mother was pushed- you remember yourself how them white bastards was always sniffing around my mother, always around her- because she was pretty and black!
- Richard you can't start walking around believing that all the suffering in the world is caused by white folks!
- I can't? Don't tell me I can't. I'm going to treat every-one of them as though they were responsible for all the crimes that ever happened in the history of the world-oh yes! They're responsible for all the misery I've every seen, and that's good enough for me. It's because my Daddy's not no power that my Mama's dead. And he ain't got no power because he's black. And the only way the black man's going to get any power is to drive all the white men into the sea.
- No, I am not. I'm going to make myself well with hatred- what do you think of that?
- You're going to make yourself sick. You're going to make yourself sick with hatred.
- It can't be done. It can never be done. Hatred is a poison, Richard.
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