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- I told you two months ago.
I told you that I was finished with this case.
I meant it then and I mean it now.
I'm finished.
- Come in, doctor, come in.
Come in, come in, come in, come in.
- I'm sorry.
But, I'm off the case.
And, I don't wanna argue about it.
I've heard everything you had to say
and I don't wanna talk about it anymore.
I just wanna tell you that I'm finished
and that's it.
- What happened now?
- Nothing's happened now.
- Obviously, something has.
- No, nothing's happened.
Nothing's happened now, it hasn't been happening
for the past seven and a half months.
Not sure why I'm so calm this morning
but at any rate, if I go on with this kid, doctor,
he's gonna have me running up walls.
I tell ya time and time and time again
and I bring him to the point of contact
where I think I can do something with him.
And, every single time I run into this hatred.
And, the boy hates me.
You don't understand how deeply he hates.
- I understand.
That's his problem.
- Cole, I know it's his problem
but, believe me, I know that.
But, you've got 14 psychiatrist on this staff
and two of 'em are negros and one of them
should be down there with that boy
and not me and you know that as well as I.
The boy is 13 years old.
His mother was a prostitute who brought home white men.
His father was hanged by white men for killing
one of the white men that his mother brought home
and your reasoning,
and god only knows I respect you
and I respect your experience
but doctor, in this case, your reasoning is wrong.
Dead wrong.
- It's not wrong.
I spoke with the patient last week.
In my judgement, it is absolutely essential
having undertaken this case that you see it through.
- Don't you think I know that?
What in the hell do you think has been
keeping me going on this case for
seven and a half months without getting anywhere?
- Easy.
- I'm sorry.
This boy's got me over a barrel in a way that...
I don't eat.
I just don't eat.
I don't remember the last time I've been able to sleep.
And, I feel like hell.
- You have a job to do.
I never heard anyone describe it as an easy one.
- No, no.
No, if failing with that boy means that I've failed
on this job, then I've failed next.
But, you're gonna take me off this case as of now.
- And, suppose I don't tribute you from the case?
- Well, then, I'm through.
And, I mean that.
And, I don't care.
- You're really serious, aren't you?
- I'm sorry, doctor, that I've gotten excited.
But, I just can't handle it.
I'm serious.
- You know I thought for quite awhile
about putting Smith or Harris on this case
because they are negros.
But, I didn't for just one reason.
I have more confidence in you
then in either one of them.
They're good but they're not quite
as good as you are.
And, I do understand how you feel.
I do understand how you feel.
I quit my job one time
and it was the first really good job I ever had.
Prison psychiatrist in a federal penitentiary.
Sit down.
A case that had me
over a barrel came in in 1942.
29 years old, Caucasian,
and sentenced to three years for sedition.
Okay, whatever you say doc.
See ya tomorrow.
I was working on 40 or 50
cases at the time and was 20 years ago.
But, I remember.
I remember the time he walked into my office
as if it were yesterday.
- Sit down.
No, on second thought, that's a good idea.
Keep laughing.
Just stand there and keep laughing.
They told me downstairs you don't like answering questions.
- You gotta job to do, go ahead and do it.
- Exactly what do you think my job is?
- What do you think I think?
I'm not insane if that's what you're trying to find out.
- According to the information I have here,
you've done some mighty strange things.
- That's your opinion.
- Do you really believe all those things
you've been doing and saying?
You really do, don't you?
Enough to go to jail for it anyway.
- If a man isn't ready to take some risks
for what he believes in, why,
either his opinions are no good or he's no good.
- Which is it with you?
- Look, let's not get personal.
Are you a doctor or aren't you?
- My job is to find out exactly
- I don't care what your job is.
I don't even care what you think.
- Why not?
- Cause you're negro.
So finish asking your questions
and let me get outta here.
- You can go anytime you like.
But, before you go.
Tell me, what have you got against us negros?
- You really wanna know?
- I really want to know.
- What do you got against us whites?
There's your answer.
Now that Jews put that cripple in the white house,
you people think you've got it made don't ya?
- I suppose so.
You got me in here, there's nothing I can do about that.
You can ask me all the questions you want.
You can even write down that I'm crazy.
But, you can't keep me in here forever.
- Oh.
I don't know about that.
Shouldn't be too difficult to get you
committed when your sentence expires.
After all, I've got it made.
And, since they've got that cripple in the white house,
should be easy to get a couple of my colleagues,
a couple of Jew psychiatrists to certify you insane.
- You're trying to needle me, huh?
- Just trying to get to know you.
Tell me, do you really feel what you believe?
- What do you mean?
- Well, what you say about the government
and Jews and negros.
- Most of it.
- And, the rest?
- Politics.
- And, you really expect to win like that?
After all, look where it's gotten you so far.
- Oh, that was a predictable set back, I'd say.
After all, Hitler had his.
He wrote "mein kampf" in prison, you know.
- You intend to write your memoirs?
- Maybe.
- What do you expect to do when you get out?
- Same thing I did before.
- Advocate the violent overthrow of the government.
- Not necessarily violent.
And, you'll defend all the American people.
In the meantime, I plan to read
and prepare myself for the future.
I understand you have a marvelous library here.
I was somewhat ashamed
of the way I had conducted that first interview.
I certainly did not feel I had been objective.
I had to admit to myself that I was disappointed
when I found that he was to be confined
for a relatively short time.
For everything about the man,
everything he believed and stood for alienated me.
Repelled me.
Curious, I thought, how detached
and even tolerant I could be with the murderers
and thieves I saw and treated everyday but with him.
- Well, anymore questions?
Oh, I see you're studying me.
Well, go ahead, how bout a closer look.
And, maybe you want me to take my clothes off.
More on the basis of his history
than on the interview, I decided
he was a psychopathic personality.
He was paranoid, aggressive, antisocial
and because he was a leader type,
he might easily become a focal point
for the impressionable inmates.
I recommended that he be quartered by himself
under maximum security precautions
to prevent him from spreading his ideas.
- Okay, let's have it.
Round and round we go.
Roy.
- Let him go, let him go.
- I'll give you a good reason for not liking Jews.
- Break it up, break it up.
Break it up.
- What's happened here?
- Well, this big man here has been
picking on this little man.
- Well, who started it?
And, don't you forget, I big man.
- He's been make trouble ever since he got here.
- Well, I'm not surprised, I just had a brief talk with him,
that was enough.
- How would you like to have a longer talk with him?
- Frankly, I wouldn't.
I don't think I could be of help right now.
Why not?
- There's little I could do unless I get complete
cooperation and he didn't seem very cooperative to me.
- What do you expect us to do with him?
- I don't know.
- Look, let's just wait awhile and see what happens.
But, if there's anymore trouble I'm afraid
you'll be stuck with him.
How's that?
- Thanks a lot.
- That's the spirit.
Keep smiling, I always say.
- Yeah, well, whatever you always say.
- I'll see you later.
Hello.
- There doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong.
- All I know is I can't sleep.
For the past week, I've been unable.
- Keep breathing deeply.
- Can't you give me some sleeping pills?
- Not unless I find some reason for it.
Alright, you can put your shirt back on.
- What am I gonna do then?
- If you can't sleep, there must be some reason for it.
Right?
- I suppose so.
- Well, that's what we're going to find out.
Take your time.
- What can I do for you?
- Look, I didn't ask to come up here
so let's no play any games.
Your answers are probably on those cards anyway.
- All I've learned from this is that
there's nothing organically wrong with you.
That you have occasional black out spells
and that you find it difficult to fall asleep.
- That's enough, isn't it?
What's that "what can I do for you" routine?
- I didn't ask you what was wrong with you.
I wanted to know if you thought I could help you,
if you'd let me help you.
- Help me how?
Look who's calling the kettle black.
Whoever heard of a negro psychiatrist anyway.
Don't you people have enough troubles?
Boy, you must be a real masochist.
- Why can't a negro be a psychiatrist?
- Well, he can.
Yeah, he can.
But, where's he gonna get his patients
outside of a federal penitentiary?
Psychiatry is an expensive thing.
Your people can't afford it, you know.
So the best you can be is a prison psychiatrist
in the worst office they've got.
You wanna help me?
Why don't you just help yourself.
- What do you mean?
- This isn't the place for you.
What are you people are trying to be white and respectable.
Wanna be doctors, psychiatrists.
Why don't you wise up.
- How would I do that?
- Go back to Africa.
- What about those black out spells?
- What about them?
- Can you describe them?
- Look, I just wanna sleep now.
Can't you give me some pill or something?
- You were sent to me because the physicians
downstairs didn't think it was medicine you needed.
- Really?
And, what do they think you can do?
- That depends on how willing you are to cooperate with me.
For example, when I ask you something
I don't do it to pry but because I need
the information to help you.
- Thank you, thank you.
I know what psychiatry is.
- Then you should let me try to help you sleep.
- Okay, doctor.
You go ahead and you make me sleep.
- Can you describe those black out spells?
- Well, I suppose I can try.
- Well, try.
- Well, at first, I get a little sick to my stomach.
And then suddenly, I feel like something's coming down at me
and I can't breathe and I can't see.
Then, it's over.
- What?
What is that something?
- I don't know.
- Do you ever have any nightmares when you do sleep?
- Look, I just wanna sleep.
- When you have these spells do you
ever feel as if you're gonna fall?
- No.
- Have you ever fainted in your life?
When?
- When I was a kid.
Oh no.
I ain't answering none of your spooky questions.
- Hold your head down.
Down.
Do you feel unusually good or unusually bad
a day or so before an attack?
During an attack do you feel strange sensations
in some parts of the body accompanied
by flashes of light or color with strange sounds?
Do you feel your legs and body stiffen?
Do you feel as if your breathing has stopped?
See, I had the same thing once.
- Can you help me?
- I don't know.
I'll have to know more about you.
After several extremely slow
and difficult months of analysis,
there finally came a knowledge.
A beginning.
He was an only child
and his conception, he soon found,
that was the only cause for the
sudden and bitter marriage that followed.
His father was a butcher
and he was quick to anger and hard to please.
His vigor, it seemed, was constantly replenished
by a drink and by a vengeful resentment
he felt toward his son.
- I wouldn't cry.
I'd promise myself I wouldn't cry.
Why not?
- Because I didn't want to be like her.
His mother was a weak and sickly woman.
Soon after the birth of her son,
unable to take the strain of her husband's abuse,
she began to spend most of her time in bed,
from where she would fill the house
with her groans and complaints.
As far back as he can remember,
he had reluctantly been the sole object of her affections.
- How long is this gonna take anyway?
I just wanna sleep, that's all I wanna do, is sleep.
- You may leave anytime you like.
Within a few years
after his parents had moved into
a new middle class neighborhood
he had learned to play by himself.
The mothers in the neighborhood
had cautioned their children not to play with him
and he, in turn as a defense, pretended
that his loneliness was something special
and of his own making.
It wasn't.
It was due to his father who had by then
become something of a legend in the district.
His drunken ritual was known to all who were
within hearing distance as he came home late.
Singing raucously and swearing obscenities.
- What's the matter?
Do you hear me?
Can you hear me?
- Stop, please, stop.
- Stop it, stop it.
What's the matter?
Can't you stand a little fun?
I always seemed to know what to do.
But, the funny part in it was
I never really felt sorry for her.
- Why didn't you?
I don't know.
- Don't you feel sorry for people who are weak?
- Guess I don't.
- Why not?
- Why should I?
They're the first ones to resent pity anyway.
As a matter of fact, I admire a weak man who competes.
Because a weak man who competes becomes a strong man.
Stronger, in fact, because he has to overcome
all the odds against him.
- Do you really believe that?
- Don't you?
That's a funny question coming from a negro.
- Why do you say that?
Do you think of negros as weak men
competing against all odds?
Well, do you?
- Well, I don't think of 'em as inferior
if that's what you're trying to imply.
- You don't?
- Not where they belong, not in Africa.
- I see.
But, here, you think they are inferior.
- That's right.
- But, you admire them for competing, you just said so.
- Okay, if you want to look at it that was, yes.
- I suppose you feel the same way about Jews.
- Yeah, in a more settle way.
- What do you mean?
- Well, they're more dangerous.
Why?
- Because they pass for white
and they're smarter.
- You use the word dangerous.
Exactly what is endangered?
- The purity of the white Christian stock.
- Tell me, when you were a child,
did you know any negros or Jews?
- Well, I didn't know any negros, I'm sure of that.
I'm not so sure about the Jews though.
But, I didn't have many friends
when I was a kid anyway.
- Didn't you have any friends?
- Sure I did.
Cut off from ordinary social contacts
and forced in upon himself at an early age,
he subsequently developed an imaginary playmate.
With this creature of his own making,
he strove to achieve some of the satisfactions
which were denied him in reality.
Satisfactions that weren't always proper,
yet sharply revealing.
- Clean my shoes.
Clean my shoe.
I said, clean my shoe.
Let's play.
One, two, three.
Are you my friend?
You gonna listen to me?
No matter what I tell you to do,
are you gonna listen to me?
More than your father?
If I tell you something and your father
tells you something, who are you gonna
listen to first?
I don't believe you, you're lying.
Come here.
Come over here by me.
Right here.
Soon after he began school,
his playmate died.
Not all at once, of course, but slowly
dissolving into the fog of memory
where forgotten things disappear.
In school, he drew attention to himself
as a leader of daring recklessness
followed by new playmates gathered from
the undisciplined element to wage the small
anarchistic war he conducted against
the school authorities.
And yet, despite his attitude,
he progressed in his school work.
He had an alert and facile mind nourished by
a surprising gift for immediate concentration.
And, had his conduct been closer to average,
he probably would have been his school's prized scholar.
- It just dropped out of my hands,
I shouldn't have gotten up, I'm sorry.
Help me back.
I'd help her then,
then she'd start in again with her complaints.
I'm shivering, I'm really cold.
It isn't cold in here, is it?
Why do I feel so cold?
I wouldn't answer her most of the time.
I wanna go pick up the cherries.
But she'd wanna kiss me first.
You're the only one.
The only one.
And of course, she'd have it again.
Her cramp.
Always the same place
and she'd start to beg again.
Please, please help me, please.
Oh yes, that's it.
And, then it would be alright.
That's better.
You're such a strong little boy
and you've such strong hands.
Then, she'd go on and on.
I don't know how you do it.
Yeah.
You're the only one, the only one.
The only one.
Eventually, he began to spend
most of his time in vengeful daydreaming.
Out of voracious and romantic reading,
he constructed gory fantasies in which
he got even with everybody.
His favorite daydream was the one
in which he fancied himself an eastern potentate.
In this particular fantasy,
two features are most interesting.
First, it set the pattern for his sexual life.
Through the brute aggressiveness with which
he fulfilled his desires and imposed his
will on others irrespective of their wishes.
The second was paradoxical.
For in reality, he could not stand the sight of blood
with which his fantasies were filled.
He had meant his father and his father's trade.
During vacations and after school,
he sometimes would have to help out in the shop
where he was put in charge of the cash register
since he was dexterous and quick with figures.
But, he was filled with apprehension
if he had to touch or even look at the meat
and to watch his father prepare it
was literally unbearable for him.
His father, knowing this, would occassionally
taunt him about it until, on a particularly busy day,
he asked him to cut up a piece of liver.
By the time he was 15,
he had left home never to return again.
- I didn't say goodbye.
I didn't take any clothes except for what I was wearing.
Just took off.
Where did you go?
- Here, there, everywhere I guess.
Just roamed around working at all sorts of odd jobs.
Anything I could get, I took.
- Sounds pretty rough.
For a boy that age.
- Believe me, it was.
Some of the things I had to do
weren't fit for a white man.
I'm sorry, what I meant to say was
- it's alright, go on.
- Look, I said I was sorry.
- What do you expect me to do?
Smile, let's not make a thing out of it.
- You can appreciate the fact that I apologized.
- I do, I do, but you make it sound like an achievement.
- It is for me.
- Look, you wanna go on with this?
- Sure.
Why not, it's a great pastime.
- It is obvious you think I'm hypersensitive
about my color.
It is also obvious you think you could hurt me by it.
Well, let me fill you in.
I'm a doctor, I'm here to help you.
You want help, fine.
You don't want help, take off.
Those are the rules, you take 'em or leave 'em.
Alright.
Now, where were we?
I don't have to take that.
I've worked with guys who are sadistic killers
who are more human than this guy.
- Now, take it easy.
- Take it easy, take it easy.
You can afford to be objective.
- I know it's easy to become personally
involved in a case like this.
- That's right, that's why I say I shouldn't handle it.
Believe me, I have tried to be objective.
- I don't think you have.
For instance, you can't take his needling
although it's one of his symptoms.
- Maybe I just can't handle it.
- Look, ever since you started here
you've proved me right.
I Grant you, I felt I was fighting a noble cause
when I insisted on hiring you.
You're a good man.
You had a good record.
I like the way you spoke.
But, underneath I wasn't so sure.
Apart from taking the responsibility
of giving the job to a negro,
I couldn't dismiss the possibility
that I could've been wrong.
That you might not live up to my expectations.
Which could've been unpleasant for both of us.
But, you did.
Not only did you justify my expectations
but you surpassed them.
Yes, you did.
The staff feels the same way.
Now, don't tell me you're going to let me down.
"Just because you're a negro",
is what he didn't say.
- And, just before the depression I got a job
as a hard carrier with a traveling construction crew.
It was rough, it was the best job I ever had.
- How old were you then?
- Old enough but none of them knew
how young I really was.
They just knew I was smart.
After awhile, they started listening to me
and eventually they even obeyed me.
We were a hell of a crew.
We had some fights yeah
but sometimes some very funny things happen.
- Like what?
- Well, funny things.
You know what tic-tac-toe is?
- It's a game, isn't it?
- Did you ever play it?
- When I was a kid.
- We played it once.
But, I mean, really played.
- What do you mean, "really played it"?
- Well, you have to understand how it was.
See, we've been in this one town for about two weeks
and this particular night was our last night in the place.
Anyway, we were working til our backs were broken
and our arms were falling off.
It was a crummy little speakeasy outside a nothing town
full of nothing people in the middle of nowhere.
It was run by a little guy and his wife.
And, he said it was his wife but I think
she was making more money than he was.
They were nothing.
You know what I mean, nothing people.
Anyway, it was our last night and we started
drinking early knowing we'd never see a place again.
- Hey, quit that, that's a bar.
Here, you wanna play?
Give you some paper.
- C'mon, play with me.
- You're gettin' soft.
What you need is some exercise.
That's it, I'MMA give everybody some exercises.
I'MMA give your husband some exercises.
You wanna play, Pete?
- Are you crazy, you're ruining my bar.
You know how much that bar cost me?
- You just stand there and be quiet
and make sure Pete don't cheat.
You are the umpire.
And you, you're the umpire's wife.
- Are you crazy?
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna play tic-tac-toe.
- It's your turn.
It's your turn.
- Your turn.
- It's your turn.
It's your turn, it's your turn.
- Can't play in here anymore.
Ain't no more room.
- Hey, let's go outside.
- Yeah, there's lots of room to play outside.
- C'mon everybody outside, everybody.
Lots of room out here.
Now, let's go.
- You'll pay for this.
I swear to god, you'll pay for this.
- Come here.
I'MMA tell you what I want you to do.
I want you to go behind that bar
and lie down and go to sleep.
Don't make a sound.
Close your eyes.
Everybody closes his eyes when he goes to sleep.
And, you can thank your smart lady for my being so nice.
Turn around a minute.
In all those many months,
there had been times when I was uneasy,
times when I was repelled.
But, that was the point at which I became frightened.
And, the really frightening thing was that I wasn't
sure just what I was frightened of.
- We tic-tac-toe-ed everything.
- Have you ever had a girl?
- Are you kidding?
- I mean a steady girl.
- Not for long.
- What I mean is, have you ever had
a meaningful, emotional experience
with a woman that wasn't entirely physical?
- Yeah, once, kinda.
- What do you mean, kinda?
- Well, around the time of the depression I met someone.
- Were you working then?
- No, no, the whole crew had to break up.
There was no work.
No construction, no nothing.
Anyway, I wound up in the city and
that was no improvement.
- How'd you manage there?
- Guess.
Not selling apples.
Yeah, I was selling alright,
but they weren't buying.
Not much, anyway.
What about the girl?
That's where I met her.
Right there in the street?
Yeah.
She wanted some apples.
But, you know, I think she felt sorry for me or something?
Cause after I filled up one bag,
she asked for another.
She bought all I had.
Just like that, without hesitation.
I didn't have a large bag so I had
to put the whole thing in four smaller ones.
She was awful nice.
Very polite.
It looked like she was gonna need some help
so I offered her some.
She didn't live very far.
On the way, we talked about apples
and how good they are for you and all that.
She seemed really interested in what I was talking about.
As if everything I said was something important.
And, you know, I even made her laugh.
Suddenly, we were there, in front of her house.
I carried the apples in for her.
It was one of those brown stones, you know.
But, this one was all clean and painted white.
Her father was in the living room.
She introduced me from the hallway.
And then, she asked me to wait while
she took the apples into the kitchen.
I just stood there looking around and enjoying the warmth.
You should've seen the place.
Painting, chandeliers, carved wood furniture.
It looked just like a picture out of
one of those high class magazines.
You'd never know there was a depression outside.
Anyways, she came back from the kitchen
looking into her bag.
I suddenly realized she asked me to wait
because she wanted to tip me.
I just couldn't take it.
I'd never met anybody that kind before.
Or since.
The next day was really freezing
and the man selling roasted chestnuts next to me,
he was reeling in business.
Suddenly, I saw her in the small crowd surrounding him.
She had just bought a large cone and she saw me.
She saw me and smiled.
She didn't just smile, she came over
and offered me some chestnuts.
We just stood there behind my apples
eating chestnuts, smiling, looking at each other.
All of a sudden, she saw something across the street.
It was her father.
He must've been passing by.
He sure looked mad.
He called out to her but she didn't move.
She stood right by my side.
Her father, then, turned and walked away
furious down the street.
She didn't seem to care.
She kept on looking right into my eyes.
But, I mean, right into 'em.
And then, she simply asked me if I liked her.
I didn't know what to say, I just nodded.
She said if I would shave and look as neat as I could,
she'd be happy if I would call on her that evening.
At eight o'clock, that is, if I cared to.
I just couldn't believe it.
I wanted to thank her but I just nodded
and before I realized it, she was gone down the street
in the same direction her father took.
I couldn't understand why she would be interested
in a bum like me, but I shaved
and I tried to look as neat as I could
and at eight that evening I was knocking at her door.
I waited for some time.
And, then I heard some voices arguing inside.
Suddenly, the door opened.
She was just about to say something
when her father appeared between us
and made it very clear that I wasn't good enough for her.
Very clear.
When did you join the Nazi party?
I never joined the Nazi party.
Well, the bund or whatever you call it.
It's called the German American bund.
Look, what does this have to do with
my being unable to sleep?
I don't know.
- Why?
The depression.
For who?
For the oppressed, for you, for me,
for millions of other good, white, Christian Americans, yes.
But.
But, is it depressing for everybody?
Is it depressing for them?
With their money, they feel they're the chosen ones.
You can see it when they drive down the street
in their longs cars on their way to the international bank.
Oh, they think they're the chosen ones alright.
With their fat wives and fur coats.
Fur coats.
Well, they have to keep warm, don't they?
It's been a cold winter.
They don't have to tell us that.
What do they have to tell us?
What do they try to tell us?
They're trying to tell us to crucify him.
They're telling us to take the nails
and crucify him.
By the power and the glory, haven't they done enough?
Crucify him? Why?
Because they're afraid of him.
They're afraid of us.
Crucify him?
I say salute him.
Salute him.
He's the one who saved us from those
who own the banks,
who own the newspapers,
who own the white house.
Because I am not one of the chosen,
I say, salute Adolf Hitler.
5 oh say can you see
fl by the dawn's early light
fl what so proudly we hailed
5 at the twilight's last gleaming
fl whose broad strips and bright stars
fl through the perilous fight
fl o'er the ramparts we watched
fl were so gallantly streaming
fl and the rockets' red glare
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At that point I knew that
my primary concern was not with
the welfare of my patient.
But, with the question of whether
he was making any sense
and how many people there were in this world
to whom he would make sense.
For although psychopaths are a small minority,
it seems significant that whenever militant
and organized hate exists,
a psychopath is the leader.
And if, for instance, 100 disgruntled
and frustrated individuals fall in line
behind one psychopath, then in essence,
we are concerned with the actions of 101 psychopaths.
- Assuming that it has no direct
bearing on your problem, are you embarressed
talking about you subversive activities?
- Look, first I've never done anything I've been ashamed of
and second, as far as I'm concerned,
I've only done what I believe was right.
And that, in my book, can't be called subversive.
It's a cause, just like any other.
I don't expect you to understand.
Being a negro, you're biased.
But, you take the ordinary man.
Now, he's lost.
He has no real leader.
He wants a leader.
He wants a lot of things he doesn't have
and doesn't know how to get.
But, most of all, he wants an excuse to get them.
A cause.
- And, that's where you come in.
- No.
No, that's where you come in.
No offense intended.
You see, we need you.
Where there's no definite enemy,
why, we create one.
People need one to blame things on.
So, you see, you're the secret weapon.
You're the cause to unite against.
And, you and the Jews, more than
anybody else, will be responsible for our triumph.
- And, just how do you intend to bring about this triumph?
- With people.
Take 10 people who believe in your cause.
Five of those bring a friend, now there are 15.
They chip in, get a little hall,
do a little public speaking.
Now out of, say, a hundred people,
20 come over and ask questions.
Suddenly, you're 35.
35 dues paying people.
Now, those 35 dues paying people bring friends.
And, there friends bring friends.
Some don't have any jobs,
so you tell them why they don't have any jobs
and why their kids are hungry.
Then they bring their kids
and their kids are beautiful
and you love their kids
and you hate those chosen few who don't.
And, soon you create interest.
And, interest draws people and people bring money
and money means a little organization.
And, there you are.
It gives you power.
And, power creates fear.
Fear creates hate.
And, hate creates the enemy
and the enemy fights back.
Fighting back creates more interest.
- Yeah, right here ladies and gentlemen, right here.
Get it right here.
Right here.
- Believe me, if it wasn't for the war,
we'd be running things right now.
- You make it sound so easy.
- Go ahead and laugh.
Laugh and you won't hear us comin'.
And, you found many
who believed in your cause?
With the help of a syndicated columnist
among others.
He want us to support a certain industrialists.
Ranging from Detroit manufacturers
to giant oil corporations.
We even got some movie people
from Hollywood on our side.
Before you knew it, we were buying radio time.
We had youth camps throughout the country
teaching American boys and girls of German descent
the qualities of leadership.
We even sent some of them to Germany to get acquainted.
"Mein kampf" was required reading in every camp.
Fl home, home on the range
fl where the deer and the antelope play
fl where seldom is heard
fl a discouraging word fl
I thought it interesting that the man
who could not stand blood now screamed for it.
His screams were effective, too,
for his standards of hate and glorification
of the brutal drew economic, social and psychological
frustrates by the score.
- I tell you we're moving.
This thing is going.
- Well, you're not moving anywhere
right now in particular, are you?
- Are you kidding?
So they stick me in here.
Listen, there were 18,000 people
in Madison square garden the night I told you about.
Okay, they grabbed a hundred of them
and threw 'em in jail.
What do you think the other 17,900 are doing
right this minute?
And, you think this thing can be stopped?
That we can be stopped?
- Yes.
- But how?
How are you gonna stop us?
- Well, you're a start, aren't you?
At least, temporarily.
And, they will be stopped because everything
you're driving for is founded on a lie.
- A lie, huh?
Now look, doc, can you be objective for a minute?
I know you're handicapped
but are you capable of being really objective?
- Sometimes.
- Good, cause I wanna tell you something.
No, in fact, I'm gonna show you something.
Alright, you say we won't get anywhere
because what we're doing is founded on a lie.
Now, everybody talks about Hitler
and the big lies as if it were a brand new invention, huh.
Now, tell me something.
Where are you gonna find a bigger lie
than the one this country is founded on?
All men are created equal.
Everything this country's supposed to live by, right?
You personally.
As far as you're concerned,
Joe Miller could've written the bill of rights.
It's even funnier.
What do you got?
What can you do?
Can you walk on a bus or a street car or a train
and sit down with a little dignity like
a free human being, like a free man?
You wanna go see a movie,
can you walk in just any theater?
Some flapjacks cooking in the window,
can you say, "hey, I'll have some of those flapjacks"?
You're a negro with some brains,
you could use a little education.
Can you go to the school where you get it best?
Maybe you see a house you like
and you've even got the money to buy it,
can you live there, huh?
You live in a ghetto.
North, east, south or west,
you live where they let you live.
In Harlem, usa.
Now, maybe you're good at some job,
can you go to work where you can
make something out of it?
Can you do any of those things doctor?
And, how bout your kids?
Are your kids gonna do any of those things?
- Maybe.
- Maybe, huh?
Sure they would.
Oh, yeah, in about 5500 years.
Have they got you so beat doctor
that you don't know when somebody's making sense?
Why, you'd have been at Madison square garden
if it wasn't for the fact that you're black.
Now, you hypnotize me, huh.
Well, they got you hypnotized.
They got you so mixed up,
you're singing "my country tis of thee",
while they walk all over ya.
Right then and there,
I knew what I was frightened of.
Fortunately, soon after the start of the war,
he among others, was arrested for advocating
the violent overthrow of the United States government.
- When you are just about to go under,
something happens and suddenly
you're wide awake again,
can you tell me what stops you?
What happens?
- It's just like the feeling I get
when I'm gonna have one of those spells.
I get drowsy and sleepy and,
and then I get so frightened.
- Why are you frightened?
- I feel like I'm gonna die.
- Why do you feel like you're going to die?
- I don't know.
Is there an image, a mental picture?
Is it the body in
the sink you told me about?
Whose body is it?
I don't know.
Whose body could it be?
I don't know who it is.
You must know.
I don't.
You mean, it has no face?
Who is it?
Exactly what happened?
- You know, it was just like all the other times.
- This was not like the other times.
- You never had any tactic.
- What difference does it make?
You're trying to avoid my question?
- You lied to me.
- You know who it is, don't you?
- The body in the sink.
Who is it?
- My father.
- Was the image of your father in every attack?
- No.
No, before I saw myself in the sink.
- Why didn't you tell me that?
- I don't know.
- Did you ever want to kill your father?
- When I was a kid I used to lie awake at night
praying he would die.
And, when he didn't, I'd think up ways
to do it myself.
Pick him up and put him on the counter
and chop him up, and chop him up
and chop him up.
I used to treat my momma.
I couldn't help thinking,
even at that moment, there must be
a million people in the world with a similar background
with just as bad or worse early childhood
who managed, in spite of it, to become
a normal part of society.
He hadn't.
- Do you know why your father's image replaced yours?
His image and yours are interchangeable.
One image was the desire to kill your father
while the other was punishment for
the killing carried out in your fantasies.
You were punishing yourself,
in other words, you were both a killer and the victim.
Once he understood the fantasy
that haunted him and he openly recognized
his hatred of his father, the black out spells
that brought him to treatement quickly disappeared.
I knew that he needed further treatment.
I might have ordered him to submit to it.
I didn't.
The truth is, I had had all I could stand.
He was able to sleep and stopped coming.
It took him just one month.
- Slowly but surely, you've done wonders with him.
- I don't know what you've done,
but ever since you started with him,
he's shown the fastest improvement
I've seen around here.
- Doesn't seem like the same man.
- Thank you gentlemen
but I don't think I could accept your praise.
His conduct has probably improved
and he has no more black out spells
but otherwise, I don't see much change in him.
- What do you mean?
- Well, he's still a Nazi, for instance.
- Really?
He hasn't shown any evidence of that for several months.
- That's right and you should take credit for it.
- Believe me, he still is.
- Is that why you haven't give him
a recommendation for parole?
- That's right.
- You're the only one that hasn't, you know.
- That hasn't what?
- Given him a recommendation for parole.
- Really?
- He's become a model prisoner according
to the guards and his supervisors at work.
- Really?
Well, they are entitled to their opinion.
I am asked for an opinion from
a psychological point of view and according to me,
he is not ready for parole.
- Okay, assuming that we can't judge him
by his behavior, what extent then can
wejudge his mind?
- Well, that's for me to decide, isn't it?
- Alright, well, let me remind you
we're not running a mental institution.
For instance, what if his personality
remained unchanged according to you
until his sentenced expired?
Would you expect us to keep him here forever?
- Even then, it would still be my business, wouldn't it.
- Now, look here, with all due respect to you.
- You don't understand, this man is dangerous.
You don't know him like I do.
He is dangerous.
- There's no recent evidence of that.
- Alright.
Go ahead, release him.
But, don't ask me to share the responsibility.
- Now, take it easy.
- Take it easy, take it easy.
That's what they did in Germany.
They took it easy.
- Aren't you taking this a little too personally?
- How do you mean that?
- Nevermind.
- Hey, doc, there's good chance
I might get parole this month.
- I wouldn't put too much hope on your chances.
- Why?
- Well, there's a war on.
- You are an internal enemy.
- You're gonna be asked for a recommendation soon though.
What are you gonna say?
- What I think.
- Well, what do you think?
- That you're not ready for it.
- You mean, you're gonna turn me down?
- I have very little to do with it.
All I'm asked for is a statement about you
from a psychological point of view.
And?
- I'll have to tell them that I don't think
you're ready to go out.
- But why? I'm alright.
- Sure, you don't have anymore nightmares
and you sleep rather well.
But, your personality is almost
the same as when you came in.
- But, what's that go to do with it?
- Everything.
- Look, please, I've gotta get out of here.
- All I can do is help you to remake yourself.
- Why don't you remake yourself.
- I won't interfere with your parole.
But, when I'm asked, I'll tell them that
in my opinion your personality remains unchanged.
You still have the same rotten ideas
and notions you had 18 months ago.
- Well, those same ideas and notions were
believed in a lot of places by a lot of people.
Although, I Grant you, none of them are negros.
Still, you probably wanna remake them all, don't ya?
- You still have the mentality of a storm trooper.
- Thank you, I take that as a compliment.
They must be pretty smart, those storm troopers.
They own Europe.
They took it over just like that.
And, you know what the funny thing is.
The first thing they did was to remake Europe
and how did they do that?
By getting rid of certain people.
Now, over here it's gonna be a little different.
You know it won't only be the Jews we get rid of, don't ya.
You're gonna make it easier for us.
You won't have to wear any arm band.
We're gonna spot you a mile away.
- Wait a minute.
I want an apology.
- You what?
You heard me.
- Now, you don't wanna get hurt.
- I said I want you to apologize.
- What are you gonna do if I don't?
Call the hacks?
You wouldn't be so brave on the outside,
doctor.
- I won't call the guards.
It's just the two of us.
Now, are you going to apologize?
- Alright.
I apologize.
- You know why you apologize?
Do you want to know?
I refuse to recommend you for parole.
You took it as a personal rejection.
You felt persecuted as you did when you were a child.
And I, like anyone who rejects you,
represented your hated father,
the person who really rejected you.
You wanted to strike back
but I represent an authority.
So, you're afraid to strike.
You decided to hurt me in a different way
by attacking me as a negro.
You felt free from any retaliation on my part
as I had put up with it in the past.
But, when I took off my coat,
I was no longer a symbol of authority
or even of a negro, just one person.
One man stripped of everything but what he is
and to one man, it's easy to apologize, isn't it?
We could go over this tomorrow again
in detail, if you'd like.
- Sure, doc, whatever you say.
- Hey, where do you think you're going?
- It's alright, it's over.
- That right doc?
Alright.
Next.
- How's it going?
Lousy.
- Well now, look.
Considering the unusual character of the situation
and the possibility of a personality clash,
don't you think we should have a discreet
talk with the patient?
- It would clear up any doubts we might have.
- Doubts, speak for yourselves gentlemen, I don't.
- Now, now, now, wait.
You didn't seem to feel that way earlier at lunch
even though you have taken a personal interest
in it from the beginning.
- Alright, you leave me no choice.
Hello.
- I don't understand you.
You know I didn't want to handle this case
but no, you insisted.
You practically framed me into it with your faith in me.
Well, where's your faith now?
- Well, it's still there.
- Really?
Well, I'm calling you to enlist your support
for my recommendation to deny parole.
I'm staking my professional integrity on it.
- Really, you don't have to.
- You don't understand, I am putting my job on the line.
- Well I, I don't know what to say.
- Don't say anything, just think about it.
- Alright.
Now, what about the Jews and the negros?
- Well, what about them?
- How do you feel about them?
- Do you mean now or when I first got here?
- Now.
- I feel I owe them an apology.
In other words,
you once were prejudiced against them.
- That's right.
- How do you account for that?
- Well, I've changed.
Thanks to the doctor.
- And, how do you account him not
recommending you for parole?
- I don't know.
When I asked if he would, he flatly refused me.
I couldn't believe it.
What did he say?
- Well, when he refused,
I asked him if he didn't think I'd improved.
He admitted to that but he said
I still needed further treatment.
- Was he specific about why you needed further treatment?
- No sir.
- Some time ago, you stopped going to him.
Is that right?
- That's right.
- Was he the one who ended the sessions?
- No, I guess I'm the one that stopped coming.
You see, he helped me a great deal.
He explained things to me.
He made me understand a dream
I was having before every attack.
Well, soon after, I stopped having the dream
and the attacks.
- Yet, you say he wasn't specific about why
he wanted you to continue with him.
- No, no he just said that I should be
patient with him and he couldn't tell me
what he was working towards
but I should put myself entirely in his hands.
- Yes.
- I'd like to talk to you.
- Oh, come in, come in.
This should interest you.
We've been asking your patient here a few questions.
I think you should hear this.
Sit down.
He tells us that although you feel he's improved,
you want him to continue with analysis.
- That's right.
Why?
- We've been over this before.
- Do you know that your patient has only praise for you
and what you've done for him?
But, he also said that you did not tell him
specifically why you wanted him to have further treatment.
- He's lying.
Because he has something to hide.
I am not lying.
- I tell you he's lying.
I'm not saying he's not clever,
he's about the most clever liar I've ever seen.
- Well.
- It's true, I did insult him in the beginning.
But, that was more than a year ago.
I never thought you'd hold that against me now.
But, I think I understand now why you don't
want me to get outta here.
When I first came in here, I had lots of problems.
I think the doctor's got some problems of his own.
I'm not just one person to you, am I?
I'm a symbol.
A symbol of everything you fear will destroy you.
You think I'm your enemy.
I've changed but no matter how much I've changed
you'll never want me to get outta here.
It doesn't matter that I've changed, does it?
It's all something purely personal now.
Between him and me.
- What is this, a trial?
Come in.
- Doctor.
- What do you want?
- Well, I'm on my way out and I asked to see you
this morning because that's the first I heard
that you were on your way out, too.
- What do you want?
- Guess I came by to say no hard feelings.
I had to do what I did but I wasn't trying to get you fired.
I didn't mean to cost you your job.
- You didn't.
- No, well then, now how come you're leaving?
- You wouldn't understand and I
- alright, you're sore.
You know, I don't blame you for being sore.
- But, you do see how things worked out, now don't ya?
It's just about how I said it would be, isn't it?
I mean, who would they believe?
All those people you've been working with,
who'd they believe?
The big black boy who's supposed to be running this place
or the white Christian American?
- You coward.
You vicious, slimy, rotten, little coward.
Let me tell you something.
Do you know what I wanted most?
Despite what you are and despite what you were,
I wanted to help you.
I wanted to kill you and I would enjoy
to kill you right now with my bare hands
but more than I wanted to kill you,
I wanted to help you.
Do you know what that makes me?
That makes me more than just a good man.
That makes me a doctor.
Okay.
You come in here, day after day,
and you spout that stuff about white Christian america
I took it because that was my job.
Now, let me tell you something.
This is my country.
This is where I've done what I've done
and if there were a million cowards like you,
all sick like you are sick,
all shouting down, destroy, degrade,
and if there were 20 million more sick
enough to listen to them,
you are still gonna lose.
You're gonna lose mister because there is something
in this country, something so big, so strong,
but you don't even know.
Something big enough to take it from people like you
and come back and nail you into the ground.
You're walking outta here.
You are going nowhere.
Now, get out.
Get out.
- What happened to him?
Do you know?
- Yes, he was hanged about ten years later
for beating an old man to death in the streets,
a complete stranger.
Now, I'm not saying that that case
was as difficult as the one you're dealing with.
But, I am saying that it put me under as much
pressure as you're under right now.
And, I didn't quit.
- I know how I'm going to work this case.
I'm getting some burnt cork
and I'm going into the next session black face.
- Good idea.
Only, don't let me down because you're a white man.