Tuscaloosa

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I say segregation now,

segregation tomorrow and segregation forever.

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- The University of Alabama campus at Tuscaloosa

is under a tight security guard of state police

as governor George Wallace made a campaign promise

to stand in the doorway himself

to prevent the integration of the last

all-white state university.

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52-year-old George Wallace

is expected to run an easy first

in the primary election.

- As president, I will stand up

for your local police and firemen

in protecting your safety

and property.

- George Wallace was shot down this afternoon

as he campaigned not far from Washington.

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- But I say violence is necessary.

It is as American as cherry pie.

- On the third day of August, 1953, my mother and Carmen

were on an errand of life, death, and personal freedom.

The vehicle was not identified for some days,

the bodies burned so completely

there was no trace of them.

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It is my hope that if I keep her in sight,

it'll make it possible for me to act myself.

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Because as it is right now,

I am not good for much,

though I am in the prime of my life.

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Duck, duck,

goose, duck, goose,

uh, duck, duck,

duck, goose.

No, this way.

Oh, oh...

I want to do it again, do it again.

Do it--I want to do it again.

Duck.

- -

- You're going to dream yourself to death, son.

You got to live in the real world, boy.

- I know, Dad. I just--

I need to think some things over,

started having some weird visions.

Duck!

- Now, this isn't a ploy to get some more Benzedrine, is it?

No, I'm just--

I'm feeling a little strange.

Well, hell,

you've been moping around all summer, son.

- Dad, as you know, I am a busy man.

The grass, it grows very quickly.

- I'm not talking about no goddamn colored folk work.

I'm talking about a real job.

You want to go to Europe or some such place?

- Nope, thanks, but I appreciate it.

Come on, now, come on.

- I'm heading over to see the sheriff,

some of the boys.

- - All right.

Yeah!

- Hey, Latham. - Morning.

- Can't get this fucking thing done.

- Nothing worse than a sticky zipper.

Here.

- Ooh-la-la. - Shoot.

I appreciate that.

It was my pleasure.

I don't doubt it.

It got torn a little

when I was getting the zipper loose.

- Oh, it's not mine.

- What, you borrowed it? - Right.

- Well, then, you can tell them it was my fault.

I'll be sure to do that.

Virginia!

Well, I better be going.

Damn you, Billy.

Whoo!

Orderly!

All right. Grab her!

Augh!

Get off!

- Celibate -- - Hey, Billy.

- Hey, Earl. - Ahh!

- Get her down on the ground. - Baron.

- Is she new here? - Get off!

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- What the hell you have on your face?

- Sunglasses. - Mm-hmm.

It's dark as a tomb in here.

Now, you--you understand that that young lady

was not what she seemed.

Which young lady, Dad?

- You been around the patients your entire life.

You know the difference between them and us.

- Well, she seemed pretty straight.

I had to come back

and sedate her myself before she calmed down.

You ever think there might be

more than one way to calm a patient?

- Sure, stronger meds, possibly shock treatment.

- A lobotomy, right? - Don't be getting wise, Billy.

That girl came in here suicidal.

She's not your plaything. Don't go messing with her.

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- I do not blame my mother, nor am I angry at her memory.

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In fact, she's become a beacon for me.

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Billy!

What are you doing?

Oh, planting geraniums.

I need you to rescue me.

Why is that?

- Because I'm not crazy, you dumb shit.

- Some have said that your views on law

and order were similar to those of George Wallace.

- As far as this problem of law and order is concerned,

I am for law and order.

¶ Bobby's all right ¶

¶ Bobby's all right ¶

¶ He's a natural-born poet ¶

¶ He's just out of sight ¶

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¶ Jungle Faced Jake, Jungle Faced Jake ¶

¶ I said make no mistake ¶

¶ About Jungle Faced Jake ¶

¶ Yeah ¶

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¶ Telegram Sam ¶

¶ You're my main man ¶

¶ Telegram Sam ¶

- In another public demonstration by some citizens

opposed to the Vietnam War...

¶ You're my main man ¶

¶ Telegram Sam ¶

¶ You're my main man ¶

- Covering the campaign, Pierre Salinger,

the former press secretary

of the late President Kennedy,

accused the Nixon administration today

of intimidating the news media.

This is the news in detail on the hour

from the WJRD newsroom.

- Hey, bad Billy Mitchell, how you been?

- All right. You keeping warm in there, Nigel?

- Yeah, they'll have me on white bread by tomorrow.

You need some breakfast, Billy?

- Give me a pint of barbecue, loaf of bread, and a Coca-Cola.

- In Minneapolis... amnesty for draft evaders

would tear the country apart.

Agnew declared... - Those who chose to serve...

Today's meat ain't ready yet.

I got a carton of yesterday's.

Until this war is over

and until we get the POWs back,

those who chose to desert their country

can live with their choice...

- Add in a little of your granddaddy's homegrown,

will you, Nigel?

- Sure thing, Billy. - In Vietnam yesterday...

- My number will be up soon. - Mine too.

- Shit, you ain't going to Vietnam, whitey.

I hope not.

I ain't got no quarrel with them Vietcongs.

- The United States military commander in Saigon says...

- Vietnam scares the shit out of me.

On the other hand, maybe I could use the discipline.

- Seems like a fucked up way to come by discipline.

- I could see you crawling around like a cat

on a jungle footpath, an M-16 strapped to your back.

You'd make a formidable adversary.

- Shit, Billy, what you going on about?

- The abortion question... - Never mind.

- Put to 1,500 people last June by the Gallup

polling organization.

Tonight Gallup says the survey showed...

- Here, man, can't forget this. - Oh, yeah.

- Mm-hmm. - Think that the question

of whether to have an abortion should be decided

solely between a woman and her physician.

The Gallup poll also said that 73%

of those interviewed agreed

that professional birth control information services

and counseling should be made available to unmarried...

¶ Let me tell you ¶