Goodbye Uncle Tom (Addio zio Tom) (Addio zio Tom)

We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a shocking piece of news

just in from Memphis, Tennessee.

Today, April 4, the spiritual leader of America's Negroes, Martin Luther King,

winner of the Nobel Prize for Peace, was shot and wounded by an unknown gunman.

He is in very grave condition.

We are awaiting further information, which we will pass on to the public

as soon as we receive it.

The assassin's bullet didn'tjust kill Martin Luther King.

It killed a historical era. The war has begun.

We Negroes have embarked on the violent phase of our fight for freedom.

Today we have guns, bombs, dynamite, knives.

America will be stained red. Corpses will fill the streets.

Martin Luther King, a slave of the bourgeoisie,

a useless social element, a public servant,

an adulator, Washington's bootlicker, a traitor.

Down with the doubters and the Evangelists.

Down with the Uncle Toms.

It's our turn to get to work now, cutting throats.

No white throats were cut.

The shouts of the revolt were nothing, compared to the police sirens.

After all, who was that minister who was killed in Memphis,

that 30 million Negroes were supposed to avenge?

A hero, as Cleaver said, or a swine, an Uncle Tom, as LeroyJones said?

Tom.

Thomas.

I named him Tom. Don't you think it's cute?

Nowadays it's different, but in the old days

all house Negroes were called Tom, then Uncle Tom when they grew old.

That was how we could tell the good Negroes,

the ones who lived in homes, with their masters,

from the bad ones, who lived separately, in the cotton fields.

Even that nice Negro priest that they killed, what was his name?

They called him Uncle Tom, too, because he was good.

He didn't go around spurring those people to revolt against us.

They're not actually bad, but none of them are called Tom.

They can't keep their houses clean, and they spend all their money on cars,

which they break immediately and throw away, like old toys.

They're just like children. But that may be a good thing.

This way they're closer to God.

You should hear them singing in the family chapel I gave them.

They're extraordinary.

His land extended further than the horizon...

He had enormous herds of cattle, and a house full of slaves.

When Jesus had finished speaking, the man asked him:

"Is there anything that my slaves can hold against me?

I feed them. I clothe them. I aid them. I even gave them a temple to pray in.

So you see, my generosity is great." And Jesus said to him:

"I will tell you that it is not your generosity that is great,

but your pride.

You love your slaves because they are slaves,

and as long as they remain slaves.

But your power will melt, like fog in the sun.

Your riches will be gone.

And then your slaves will leave your land and your home,

and they will ignore you.

The worst punishment for your pride will be your loneliness."

Our house was so big. 500 slaves were hardly enough to keep it up.

Then a little Tom left a candlestick sitting next to a curtain,

and the fire burned for three days. Can you imagine?

So many things fed that fire. But this land is still mine.

This good land of the south, once white with cotton balls.

Thank you, Tom. Do you remember that movie?

What was it called? Gone...

Anyway, she took a handful of dirt and held it to her chest. Like this.

And all around her, everything was burned and ravaged by war.

And the Negroes had become bad. And she said... I can't remember.

Anyway, she said she would farm the land even without slaves.

Not cotton, of course. You'd need Negroes for that.

It's so hard, under the sun.

But there are many other good things here in the south:

Fruits, vegetables. Our vegetables are so good.

The salad, the peas.

Have you ever tasted southern peas?

...as we can see by reading the pages of the greatest American Negro poet,

LeroyJones, whose poem...

"Land, Land, Land. The Negro will not be a man until he has his own land.

Negro, look at the ground."

- Yoo-hoo, I'm ready. - "Grab a handful of dirt,

and shove your nails into the concrete. It's real and it's yours.

- You just have to want it." - On page 227, Malcolm X adds.'

"There's only one people on earth that can slit the white man's throat.

His population of slaves, the Negroes."

We will now hand the microphone over to the leader of the Black Panthers.

But that's not all. They reject integration, they practice violence,

ideological crime, reverse racism.

They indoctrinate their children in exchange for a meal.

They want to own five states, immediate freedom for all Negro criminals,

exemption from military service, and the freedom to carry machine guns.

But sometimes we're too quick to judge.

Let's take a look at these strange humans.

Their intentions are good, though at times misunderstood.

These humans practice non-violence, ideological love,

free love, the integration of the sexes,

and a perfect racial confusion with the Negroes,

together with whom they propose to build the America of the future.

And yet, LeroyJones, today's foremost representative of Negro-ness says,

"Embracing the non-violence that young whites preach about is nothing short of

diving into the current of this failed American civilization.

America is a Sodom. America is a Gomorrah.

America is a Babylon. This is the society in which

Martin Luther King wanted the Negroes to get ready to join.

I'd rather go to hell. But the chance of becoming citizens of Gomorrah

is the best thing that whites have right now to offer the Negroes.

If you hope for the survival of this rotten society, of this corrupt order,

of this falling Rome, ready to cut your balls off with the edge of a dollar,

you'll lose. Christ and the effigy of the dollar are one and the same.

We Negroes must remember all that we are seeing now,

and in the end we must erupt like a volcano,

so we can crush, under flowing, molten lava this herd of pigs

who have transformed the world into a giant garbage can."

June 19, 1970.

LeroyJones, again: "The white man's attitude toward sex is sick.

The white man makes sex dirty. The white man is primitive,

and he has the sexual intelligence of a cave man.

The white man is afraid of the Negro because he knows he's sexually inferior.

His sexual device is out of order.

That's why liberal whites have allowed us

a certain amount of progress toward virility,

and today he's telling us, 'One day we'll let you have balls.

Until then, keep yourself cool.'

American whites are taught to be pederasts in school.

That's why their faces are weak and expressionless.

Their voices, gestures and mannerisms are those of eunuchs.

White women are stocky whores, covered in makeup.

They don't know what to do to fire up their impotent males.

White American women are the ugliest and most obscene on earth.

The famous question, 'Would you allow your daughter to marry a Negro? '

Is outdated.

Today the question is,

'Would you allow your son to marry a white woman? '

Today the roles are reversed."

The Black Panthers say, "When the people rise up

to free themselves from slavery, they must arm themselves with guns.

If we want to free ourselves of guns, we must arm ourselves with guns."

And now Cleaver:

"America is defended by sadistic and bloodthirsty masters.

The blood, the tears and suffering of the Negro

are the foundation on which America rests.

We were forced to build it. But if they force us to, we will destroy it,

and the result will be a horrific bloodbath.

We, too, are bloodthirsty."

But the Negroes are also hungry.

At least that's what it says on the banner

that leads the demonstration at Cape Kennedy

on the occasion of the first white men on the moon.

The demonstration was organized by Martin Luther King's successor,

Reverend Abernathy, who says,

"You, white man, are the cause of all our woes.

You tore us away from Africa, made us slaves,

kept us in ignorance, exploited us, got rich, and now you're going to the moon.

We can't accept that. Stop playing with your millionaire's toys,

and pay us the damages you owe us.

Where are you going, white man, with your billionaire's toy?

What are you running away from, your past?

What did you do, that was so bad?

Why do your black brothers hate you so?

It's useless to run away,

because the past is not behind us, as Abernathy believes,

but ahead, traveling toward the stars, just like Einstein said.

And the faster you run, the faster you'll get there."

GOODBYE UNCLE TOM

- Is this a bad time? - No, please, come in.

- Who are these people? - They are Europeans.

To be exact, they're Italians, Italian journalists.

They've come here to the south to conduct an inquiry, right?

In inquiry on slavery. They seem to be quite shocked.

- What is their religion? - Catholic, I think.

- You're Catholic, aren't you? - Roman Catholic Apostolic.

They shouldn't be so shocked, then.

After all, the Pope, who is usually so generous with his excommunications,

has never excommunicated a merchant of black meat.

Unless he eats it on Fridays.

- Why are they here, then? - I think they're slaves, too.

You know Catholics. They're slaves of the fascination of sin.

Or they simply want to protest. What are we going to do about it?

These Europeans, after the French Revolution, do nothing but protest.

Please, times have changed: Rousseau, Diderot, Voltaire...

This is rich, Catholics who read books written by the devil.

What would His Holiness say?

Please! These gentlemen are my guests.

And following the example of other friends of mine,

have given them free access to the entire house.

This way they'll see who the real slaves and masters are.

No, Senator, please. No chicken bones.

They're very dangerous to puppies.

I had to take two of them to the vet. It's so annoying.

Well, since each one of you is a famous person,

your frank and authoritative statements on the subject of slavery

should be very useful to these gentlemen.

I agree, and I'll be the first.

It's absolutely true that slavery cannot be hidden,

just like a volcano's eruption or a cancerous affliction

that erodes a man's face. I, for one, have freed my slaves,

but I did so only because they were stupid, smelly, sad and boring.

I am an aristocrat, and I believe in freedom, but not in equality.

This is my statement. Signed, John Randolph of Roanoke.

I'm John Pithiou,

and I think that slavery is the natural condition of the poor,

whether white or black.

In fact, I consider it ideal,