Name: アマチュア1968年のドキュメンタリーが語る黒人の物語 (Amateur 1968 Documentary Tells This Black Man's Story)
Uploaded: 2021-01-14T10:18:34.000Z
Duration: 19 min 18 s
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It's what you are for He is you staring back through a mirror of poverty and despair, of revolt and freedom.

Look at him and know that you destroy him is to destroy yourself.

None of us are so far apart as it might seem.

There's something about all of us that goes far deeper than blood are black and white.

It is our common search for a better life in the better world.

We fight for the same things you still fight for.

Our Children's needs are the same as those of your Children.

There is yet a chance for all of us to live in peace beneath these restless skies, it was damp and cold in the font in L.

A apartment today, it was an especially bad our for normal senior.

He just been laid off his railway job, where he worked part time as a section hand.

He lay beneath a thin, crumpled blanket, trying to help 13 year old arrived with her homework.

He said he had lain awake most of the night worrying because there was no food.

Our money, none of the kids at winter coats.

If it turned colder, it probably wouldn't be able to go to the school of following day.

The black man always gets the walking papers first.

I've got 10 miles to feed here and then enough in that icebox to even feel the baby's stomach ain't much I can do about it.

When the hard work's done, we get sent home to wait until he feels like calling us back again.

I don't have educations, so I can't get anything better than what I got.

That's why I hang onto this part time job with the railway.

At least they get me five days notice Little Richard, who has three, kept pointing sadly at the goldfish bowl on the matter.

Most of the goldfish had died from the cold the night before, Only one wiggled around slowly in the dirty green water.

His neck glands and mouth were swollen because he's been eating plaster from the well Cracks again, never still posit in his system from the lead paint.

Both he and five year old Ellen had been in the hospital for this.

I just don't know why those poor Children eat the walls or Mother said.

Doctors say something about a nervous condition They have.

Once, Bessie finally appears to be a strong woman, especially in the early part of the day, when she looks younger than 39.

But as the day wears home, she seems to age with it.

By nightfall, she has crumpled into herself.

All this crying and kneading and warning is about to drive me crazy, she said.

My husband is a good man, but every time they fire him, lay him off.

He takes that on me and the kids he gets.

His little body starts nipping by the time he nips to the bottom.

Has attempted to give warmth to this home, but it remains a prison of endless filth cluttered with rags and broken furniture.

Her woman touched shows in the shape with style curtains, the dime store paintings on the Grammy walls, the shredded scatter rugs covering the cracked linoleum, the wax flowers and the outdated magazines.

She slaps her urine soaked mattresses on the Children's bad and shakes her head and disgust.

I just can't break them with a habit, she says.

Even if there were sheets, I couldn't find the time to keep them washed now and then, once he's a little starts dressed, hand clean above the rubble, like a flower above a weed patch.

It's amazing the way the kids keep their books back so neatly in all in the rubble.

In the quieter moments, the older ones help the younger ones with their lessons.

At such times, the house seems to be filled with love.

Norman Senior is quiet, sharp and powerfully built despairs and his eyes, his words and his movement.

This whole building is crawling with Roaches and rats.

It ain't fit for dogs, but what can I do?

My wife's always trying to get into the projects, but they won't let us in until I get a steady job.

So we're always finding ourselves right where we started from nowhere, November the 19th Today, as if she was recognizing the Sabbath best, they finally reached over and straighten the portrait of Christ that hangs above the baby's crib.

It's hard keeping faith in something when everything's going so bad for you.

I teach the kids that prayers, and that's the best I can do.

Seems to me the most important thing now is to try and get them some kind of education.

That's why I keep their heads in those books.

Bessie Fountain, Nelly and the Children were all sitting in the kitchen, warming in front of the oven this morning.

There hadn't been any of the night before.

The 10 of them had slept, huddled together and mattresses oven going all night.

Sausages and eggs were being served for the Thanksgiving dinner.

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アマチュア1968年のドキュメンタリーが語る黒人の物語 (Amateur 1968 Documentary Tells This Black Man's Story)

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