He can’t see it’s all set up for him to do anything he want. See, he could have took and bought him a can of shoe polish and got him a rag. It wasn’t much but it was twenty-five cents more than he had. I give one fellow a quarter and he turn around and give it to the candy man. I say he could have did something with that quarter. These n*ggers take and throw their money away in the saloon and get mad when it’s gone. I think, because I think that being with you would help maybe make me more the type of guy that I want to be.īut you just don’t have patience for me I guess.Ī monologue from the play by August Wilson I want to be that guy. I think that’s why I want to be with you, I think, I wish I were a leather jacket guy, Tina. That was just a week before, but when I saw you seeing him, in his leather jacket, I could tell you were And I wish I were that person. And that was just a week before we decided to take a break. I saw you looking at him, and I could see you seeing in your eye that you’d rather be with him. The time when we went out and had dinner, and I saw you looking at the guy at the bar wearing a leather jacket,

Yeah, you know what I mean Leather jackets. You’d rather be with someone who, I dunno, who wore leather jackets. I think you miss the other type of guy. I think you don’t want to be with someone like me. I think you’re used to the type of guys who push people around and I’m not that type of person.īut I think I bore you. So kneel down over here, please, so I can connect you to this battery. I’d’ve tortured the f*** out of them if I had them here, just like I’m going to torture the f*** out of you now too. I would torture you to death just for writing a story like that, let alone acting it out! So, y’know what?į*** what your mum and dad did to you and your brother. And so, naturally, when I hear that a child has been killed in a fashion…in a fashion such as this ‘Little Jesus’ thing…you know what? I stand on the right side. I may not always be right, but I stand on the right side. Not necessarily good in the sense of being able to solve lots of stuff, because I’m not,īut good in the sense that I stand for something. Not because of the sweets, I don’t really like sweets…but because I’d know…I’d know in my heart, that if I hadn’t been there, not all of them would have been there.īecause I’m a good policeman. Little kids are gonna follow me around and they’re gonna know my name and what I stood for, and they’re gonna give me some of their sweets in thanks,Īnd I’m gonna take those sweets and thank them and tell them to get home safe, and I’m gonna be happy.

Now, is this kind of behavior in an officer of the law in some way questionable morally? Of course it f***ing is!īut you know what? I don’t f***ing care! ‘Cos when I’m an old man, you know what?

Just in case I hear ‘em and drag ‘em in here for another load of excessive f***ing force.

If an entirely innocent individual leaves this room for the outside world, they’re not gonna contemplate even raising their voice to a little kid again, And sometimes I use excessive force on an entirely innocent individual. I admit it, sometimes I use excessive force. I make sure all the bindings are clean and the electrodes are in the right order so we won’t…waste…time. It whispers to me, ‘They will not get away with it’. Of people who lay even the littlest finger…on children. I wake up with it.

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