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"The Times They Are A-Changin'"
- Bob Dylan

 

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I have a dream one day

this nation will rise up

live out the true
meaning of its creed...

"We hold these truths
to be self-evident"

"that all men are created equal"

Even the state of Mississippi...

Nineteen sixty-eight was
a strange and passionate time.

Things that had
seemed impossible

were happening all around us.

 

I have a dream...that
my four little children...

will one day live in a nation
where they will not be judged

by the color of their skin but
by the content of their character.

I have a dream today...

The events of those days brought
every emotion to the surface.

 

With this faith, we will be able to
work together, to pray together...

To struggle together...

To go to jail together,
to stand up for freedom together...

Knowing that we will
be free one day...

We felt things strongly then.
And we felt them together.

I guess we all got
caught up in it. Even me.

And Miss White.
/ Protestants and Catholics

will be able to join hands...

And sing in the words of
the old Negro spiritual -

"Free at last, free at last
Thank God almighty"

"we are free at last."

 

Well, people. We certainly lost
a great man last April, didn't we?

What was it about her that
affected me so profoundly?

Her sensitivity? Her warmth?
Her intelligence?

Maybe all of those.

 

Maybe more.
Maybe much more.

Kevin.

Uh, yes?

Do you agree with Leslie
that this speech helped

change people's feelings
about civil rights?

Yeah! Uh-huh
Yep, I do

How...do you think it might have
changed People's opinions?

Anyone?

 

Kevin?

 

I think that it showed a lot of people

that America couldn't be as
great a country as they wanted...

until everybody had equal rights.

Ahhhh...the look.

I'll never forget that look.

The way that she cocked
her cute little head to the side

as her eyes met mine.

Very good, Kevin.

What other effects do you think
that this speech had on people?

Kevin.

Um, I-I think that, maybe
before the speech,

people thought of Negroes
as a group...

that maybe they didn't like.

But the speech made 'em realize
that the Negroes are just people...

and they have the same feelings
that all other people do.

Another look! Oh!
it was too good to be true.

I was tempted to try for a third...

But I didn't want her to pull
a muscle in her neck or anything.

 

People...

I haven't dismissed you, have I?

 

Now, today is the last day
to sign up for the Fall play,

and there are still several
key roles open.

Now, as you know, the play is
about the civil rights movement...

And I hope that today's film

will inspire some of you
to participate. OK?

 

Class dismissed.

 

Kevin, can I...
speak with you a minute?

Sure.

 

I was wondering if you'd thought
about...trying out for the play.

Oh, the play.

I loved Miss White.
But I hated...plays.

It's really an exciting new play.
It's never been performed before.

In fact...well, the truth is, i-i-it's
actually, well...I wrote it

God, she was cute,
but...I hated plays.

You'd be perfect for
the part of Robert Kennedy

I really think that...that you
have the right presence.

Well, I guess I did have kind of
a...Kennedyesque thing about me...

But I hated plays.

So...what do you think?

 

I hated the thought of acting...

I hated the thought of rehearsing...

I hated the thought of standing up
in front of 300 people

and making a complete
and total fool of myself.

Sure!

Great!

Three looks! The hat-trick!

It wasn't just my imagination.

She felt it. She knew it.
She wanted me, too.

Well, guess
I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Seeya tomorrow.

I thought you hated plays.

Why do you want to be
in a play all of a sudden?

I don't know. No reason.

Kevin? What play is it?

It's called "The Times,
They Are a-Changin'".

It's about the civil rights
movement and stuff like that.

What the hell ever
happened to "My Fair Lady"?

Dad! Theater's supposed to be
a form of political expression.

Not when you're twelve.
/ Don't you understand?

I mean a play like this can raise
people's consciousness

about racial oppression.
Sheesh.

Watch your tone with your father.

Yeah, and give me that potato
if you're not gonna eat it.

Kevin...I think it sounds
wonderful.

Um...we have to rehearse
until five-thirty everyday.

Um, can you pick me up?

Oh, gee, I don't know.

I'm right in the middle of
fixing dinner at five-thirty.

Jack, do you think, maybe,
you could swing by school

and pick him up
on your way home?

I don't get it. Why do you
want to be in a play?

What was the matter with the man?

Couldn't he see that I was
pursuing a mature love relationship

with a beautiful Twenty-eight
year-old woman

and all I needed was a ride?

Dad!

OK, OK. I'll pick you up.
/ Yes!

I mean, thanks.

I'm Attorney-General
Robert Kennedy,

and I'm here to see
Mr. Hoover of the FBI.

Go right in, Mr. Kennedy.

 

Mr. Hoover, I need...

 

More support from you.

The Negroes are fighting for
their rights and we must help them.

Are you trying to tell me
how to run my agency?

All I am saying is that we
should give all the support

we can to Dr. King.

That man is a threat..
to the American way of life.

Yeah!

No, he is not. He's fighting
for the cause of freedom!

Very good, very good.
Kevin, that was wonderful.

Good anger.

Thanks.

Much better, Paul.
And everyone else, good work.

Now tomorrow, we'll rehearse
the town meeting scene.

So, start learning your lines.

 

Do you think I came off as unlikable?

Paul, you're playing
J. Edgar Hoover.

You're supposed to be unlikable.

I know. But Miss White said I should
try to find the complexity in the man.

That man is a threat...
to the American way of life.

That man is ...a threat
to the American way of life.

 

Miss White?
/ Yes, Kevin?

I just wanted to say that
I think a play like this can really

raise people's consciousness
about racial oppression.

Do you really? Because...that was
my hope when I wrote it.

Yeah. I've-I've always felt that...

theater was supposed to be
a form of political expression.

Well, that's remarkable.

Because so few 12-year-olds do.

Yeah, I know. Most 12-year-olds
are...so superficial.

Yeah. I guess they are.

Well, it was pretty clear.

She didn't see me as
any ordinary seventh-grader.

She saw me...As a man.

A man who understood things
like democracy and social injustice

A man who understood her
deepest thoughts and feelings.

A man. A man...
/ Kevin? Ready to go?

A man who was getting
picked up by his father.

Well, Kevin, is that your father?

Yeah.

 

Jack Arnold. Nice to meet you.

Hi. Diane White.
It's a pleasure.

Diane White?

Didn't seem to fit. To me,
she was more of a...Miss White.

Now, I must tell you, Mr. Arnold,

that Kevin is an extraordinary
young man.

It's a pleasure to have him
in my class

and, of course, in the play.

Yeah. He's a good kid.

Yeah. Let's face it. I was well-liked.
Now-now, let's go.

He's really a natural actor.

Yeah? That's funny cause
I always thought he hated acting.

Let's go, let's go.
/ Really?

Yeah. You see, in fourth grade -
Kevin you remember this?

In fourth grade, he had to play
Winnie-the-Pooh in his class play

And right in the middle of
his big scene with Piglet...

in front of the whole school
with all the parents...

his little bear suit splits
wide open.

So, Jack - ready to go?

 

I mean...Dad. Mister...Dad. Sir.

 

there are two kinds of logic.
There's "logic" logic...

And then there's
"12-year-old-in-love" logic.

Whiff!
/High and inside.

The way I figured it, everything had
been going great with Miss White...

Until Dad came along.

Ball two.
/What?!

Too high...
/That was not!

 

I hated him for it.

 

What are you tryin' to do?
Break my hand?

That was a strike!
And so was the last one!

What's the matter with you?
/ Nothing!

 

The, uh, the Negroes are fighting for
their rights and we must help them.

Are you trying to tell me
how to run my agency?

I said..."Are you trying to tell me
how to run my agency?"

Or...are you saying that
we should just try to help Dr. King...

as much as we can?

Cause if you are, I disagree.

OK, let's stop for a moment.

Kevin, do you need to
go over your lines?

No.

Is something wrong?

"Is something wrong?"
"Is something wrong?"

Our entire relationship is
fizzling like an Alka-Seltzer

and you ask
if something's wrong?

Can I make a phone call?
/ Well, sure. Of course.

Take five everybody.

Five what?

Is...Jack Arnold there?

It's Kevin Arnold

Hi, Dad. It's me.

I'm not going to need
a ride home today

Yeah, I got one

Yeah, sure

 

OK. I'll see you at home. Bye.

 

Seeya.

 

Kevin, isn't your father
picking you up?

 

How are you getting home?

I'll walk, I guess.

Can I give you a lift?

 

"Just My Imagination"
- The Temptations

Hello!

 

"Each day through my window
I watch her as she passes by"

 

"I say to myself,
You're such a lucky guy"

 

"To have a girl like her"
"Is truly a dream come true"

Out of all the fellas in the world
She belongs to you

But it was just my imagination

Runnin' away with me

It was just my imagination
runnin' away with me

Well, here we are.

Yeah. Here we are.

 

I wanted something to happen.
I didn't know what.

I just knew that I couldn't leave
that car until something happened.

When do you have to be home?

 

Thanksgiving.

Kevin...are you all right?
/ Yeah, fine.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Well, you better get
a good night's sleep

Because...tomorrow is the big day.

Yeah.

Guess we won't be seeing
each other that much anymore.

 

At least, not professionally.

Oh no, I...guess we won't.

There's still English class, though
- you can't get out of that so easily.

Yeah.

I had to make a move
- some kind of move.

My moment was slipping away.

Miss White?

 

You're pretty.

 

Thank you, Kevin.

 

Is there something
you want to talk about?

No, I didn't want to talk.

I wanted to take her in my arms
and kiss her on the lips.

I wanted it so bad
I thought I would explode.

She was right there.
She was two feet away.

Why couldn't I do it?
Why wouldn't my muscles move?

After all, she was
a woman and I was a...

And that's when I saw it.

As though I was looking down
from heaven at that VW bug.

I saw an image of myself with
Miss White. And it was ridiculous.

She was a woman...

And I was a 12-year-old boy.

Kevin, is that you?!

Honey, dinner's almost ready!

 

I gotta go.

 

Bye, Miss White.

 

Thanks for the ride.
/Bye, Kevin.

 

I have a dream that one day

This nation will rise up and live out
the true meaning of its creed

We hold These truths
to be self-evident...

That all men are created equal.

I have a dream today, that one day,

every valley shall be exalted.

Every hill and mountain
shall be made low.

Waiting backstage that night,
I started thinking of that first day...

I fell in love with Miss White...
Back in the classroom.

I thought of the way she had cried
At Dr. King's speech.

And I thought of the way
that made me feel.

This is our hope. This is the faith
with which I return to the South.

And you know something?
In my heart, I really believed...

That Miss White loved me, too.

It wasn't something That
could be a part of real life...

But that didn't mean it wasn't there.

My country, 'tis of thee,
sweet land of liberty. Of thee I sing.

And that's when I knew
what was going to happen.

That's when I knew
what I was going to do.

Hey, Kevin!

You ready? You're almost on!

 

I was going to cry.

Hey-hey, Kevin
- what's the matter?

 

I was about to go out to
deliver a speech

in front of three-hundred people...
and I was gonna cry.

Free at last, free at last. Thank God
almighty, we are free at last.

 

OK, Kevin, this is you.
You're on!

 

Come on, Kev.

 

I see a more..
compassionate America.

A nation in which all people
- black, white and brown -

have the opportunity to build
a better life for their children.

A nation in which all people can live
free of oppression and violence.

Our answer Is the world's hope.

It is to rely on youth.

 

I don't even remember how
I got through that speech.

I just remember
all the hurt, all the anger...

All the disappointment, and
all the love that fused together...

And surged through my
12-year-old body as I delivered it.

 

Some men see things
as they are...and ask "why?"

I see things as they
might be...and ask "why not?"

 

Stephen...

 

"The Times They Are A-Changin'"
- Bob Dylan

 

It was a strange and passionate time.

Some of our dreams
dissolved into thin air.

They almost seem comical now.

But some of our dreams were lasting...

And real.

 

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