School Daze

(I'M BUILDING ME A HOME PLAYING)

Yo!

This is it.

Once again, we as a people are late.

That's right. Late, late, and more late.

Now, how is it that Columbia, Dartmouth, Yale,

all of these supposed greater institutions of higher learning,

can beat us, Mission College, to the punch?

Again I ask, how is this?

Can anybody here answer this little question for me?

What question? What question?

This question.

How is it

that all of the schools that I have mentioned,

and a lot more, I might add,

how is it that they have divested

all of their money in South Africa?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And we backwoods Negroes here

at the so-called finest black college in the land,

Mission College...

That's right.

...we are holding on to ours?

Holding on to it like a wino clutching his last bottle.

Yes!

Till we have completely divested,

we need to march,

we need to protest,

we need to disrupt classes,

we need to sit in, we need to shut the school down if need be.

Gammites!

Now, this homecoming weekend

is the perfect opportunity for us to marshal this attack.

Gammites, halt!

Real.

Real.

Real. Real.

Gammites!

Gammites!

Gammites!

(CHANTING) It takes a real man to be a Gamma man

'cause only a Gamma man is a real man.

You know what, Julian? I thought that was really nice.

I really did.

Now, why don't you take your Gamma dogs and get the fuck out of here?

We of Gamma Phi Gamma do not agree

with this African mumbo jumbo.

And I am here to let you know that your revolutionary activities

here at Mission College are detrimental

not only to the student body and the administration,

but to our brothers and sisters in South Africa, as well.

Meow!

You need to wake up, Julian.

That's right, God damn it.

Now, fellas, just wait!

As President of the Student Government Association,

and a key-wearing member of Phi Beta Kappa,

I abhor and will not tolerate violence or the threat of violence

on this sacred campus.

Fuck you, scrotum face! Yo, man.

Yo, read a book.

It is safe to say that President McPherson agrees with me, 100%.

So let's break this up.

Virgil, why don't you shut the fuck up?

You heard what I said.

Please, will you leave?

Dap, he did say "please."

Shut up, Monroe.

Okay.

This guy's full of shit, man.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, homeboy.

Squash all that. Squash all that.

Gammites!

Rachel... Dap.

Man... Don't pay him no mind.

He's just trying to make you angry.

Julian is bugged.

No, Julian is smart, Rachel.

He's confused, but he's smart.

Come on. Walk me to my class.

I can't. I gotta... I gotta stay here.

I gotta stay in shantytown.

See you later?

Yeah.

Okay.

Don't worry about it.

Be crisp, be clean!

Roll call!

Gammites!

Greetings,

Dean Big Brother Almighty,

most eloquent leader of Gamma Phi Gamma.

Gammites!

Hello, Big Brother General George Patton, sir!

Gammites!

Hello, Big Brother Chucky.

No rush!

Gammites!

Hello, Big Brother Dr. Feelgood.

Gammites!

Hello, Big Brother Lance.

Gammites!

What up, Big Brother X-Ray Vision?

I don't like none of these motherfuckers.

Hey, man, you know, I hear they've been trying to get some trim.

Oh, shit!

Julian, how long these sorry moonheads been on line, anyhow?

Word.

Gammites,

do you hear this?

Six weeks on line

and you still do not meet the approval of your Big Brothers.

This deeply grieves my heart.

Now, when you began, there were 10 Gammites.

Now,

only eight remain.

Now, I do not know how many of you will cross the burning sands

to the oasis of Gamma Phi Gamma. But I do know

that there is no room

for any pretenders.

A weak link