Whitley Marion Gilbert Wayne: [the Rodney King verdict is aired on a television in a department store. Four white cops are acquitted of beating an unarmed Black man. Several worried people are glued to the set. There is a feeling of outrage among the small throng] How could they acquit them? I mean, it was on tape. Hard evidence.
Ianta: Evidence?
Whitley Marion Gilbert Wayne: Solid!
Ianta: Girl, please. They can beat us, kill us, do whatever they wanna do - and get off - just like they always have.
Ianta: [scoffs]
Whitley Marion Gilbert Wayne: We still have the Constitution to protect us.
Ianta: When that piece of paper was written, African people in this country were slaves - ALL of us. We sisters were considered nothing but bed warmers!
Whitley Marion Gilbert Wayne: But we have our rights now. I mean, they-they're not gonna deny me. I'm an African American.
Ianta: Dear Ms. Lambchop, stop worrying about integrating and being accepted, and start thinking about building - for yourself, for our people - so that we can provide a *future* for our children.
[thunderous applause is heard on soundtrack]