Were you thinking about the kids? Was this payback? No payback. Weren't you trying to get revenge to take revenge for that? No. No revenge - Were you depressed? - No. No depression. - Angry? - No more anger. But you drove your truck into their car. I didn't kill them. I didn't kill them. They killed themselves. - What do you think? - I checked with the police and there are no skid marks at the site of the accident, no sign of a collision. I think Lester Farley is delusional. Completely delusional. My name is Herbert Keble. And I am among those who failed to rise to Coleman's defense when he was accused of racism. Coleman, I can't be with you on this. That is what I said to my everlasting shame. I should have spoken up to say then what I want to say now in the presence of his former colleagues that the alleged misconduct never took place. Coleman Silk and his wife, Iris, were betrayed by the moral stupidity of a censorious and coercive community. And I was a part of that community. We all were. Mrs. Keble. My name is Nathan Zuckerman. I was a friend of Coleman's. - I thought your husband's speech was - I'm not Mrs. Keble. Are you? I'm Coleman Silk's sister. Iris. Nice name. And when is the happy day? June 14th. Have you told her? When will you? You plan on bringing her home for dinner? I told her my parents are dead. Dead? You have no brother? You have no sister? There's no Ernestine? There's no Walter? I don't want to be Coleman Silk, the Negro Classics professor. And that's how it would always come out, Mom. You know it, and I know it. Funny, I never thought of you as black or white. Gold. You were my golden child. Look, Mom... I haven't figured the whole thing out yet. Will you have children? Yes, I suppose so. You aren't going to let them see me, are you? My grandchildren. Mom, you'll tell me sit in the waiting room in Penn Station at 11:15 a.m. I'll walk by with my kids in their Sunday best. That'll be my birthday present five years from now. And you know I'll be there. But aren't you taking a risk having children? The suspense will be unbearable. Suppose they don't pop out of her womb as white as you? Won't you have some explaining to do? Will you accuse her of adultery with a Negro? I have to go now, Mom. Coleman you think like a prisoner. You're white as snow and you think like a slave. Murderer. - Is that the doorbell? - I'll get it. Don't you ever come near Mom again. You don't call, you don't write, you don't nothing. I never want to see your lily-white face again. And your mother obeyed Walter. All the Silk men, from my father on down, are very decisive. Yes, she did it. But I didn't. I was trying to reach him two days ago. It was his birthday. The day after he was killed. I don't blame Walter. He was only trying to protect Mother. And was he successful? Just before she died, she was delirious. She kept saying, "Oh, nurse, get me to the train. I've got a sick baby at home." Did you know why your brother resigned from the college? I gather he was accused of racism. That beats it all, doesn't it? For using the word "spooks." Sounds like from what I heard today, almost anything goes nowadays. People are just getting dumber but more opinionated. You know what's sad, Mr. Zuckerman? Nowadays, it's hard to imagine that anyone would do what Coleman felt he had to do. Constructing his whole life around a lie. Coleman could have stopped that racism charge in its tracks, if he'd only told the truth. But that's the one thing he couldn't do. Do you think he ever told anyone? Maybe. Maybe someone. So finally, I guess my mother was right. I wanted to be free, but I became a prisoner instead. And you never told anyone? Not even my wife. She... I have not said a word about it to anyone until tonight. I haven't told anyone until... you. Why me? Why did you tell me ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Подстава на английском - текст Финист - ясный сокол на английском - текст Конец игры на английском - текст Убийство на английском - текст Волшебник на английском |