Anthony: Dramatic monologue from the film “Crash”
I pull chains from the Chinamen trapped in the back of the van that I tried to sell to Lucien, after I got it from the Chinese man that I unintentionally ran over. I was setting these people free. They are taking forever to get out so I shout at them to hurry them up as only a few of them step out slowly. They don’t understand how important my time is in America. You can’t get paid if you’re late. I see them all weave through the traffic as I give the last man some money to buy everybody some chop-suey. He doesn’t understand and just walks away. Hah dopey fucking Chinamen has no idea. I close the back doors and jump back into the van and I smile. It feels good to know that Lucien won’t be able to sell these Chinamen to become slaves or worse. I also feel really proud of myself knowing I did the right thing. I realize I can do much better for myself because 24 hours ago I was a totally different person.
I remember complaining to peter about waiting an hour and thirty minutes just for a plate of spaghetti and a few cups of coffee. I was real stubborn and angry and I remember saying those words while I stormed out of that shop. I remember wondering why we weren’t getting served any coffee and I immediately blamed it on the colour of our skin, even though the waitress was black to. I thought that she was just another black woman that thought she knew everything about us two black men and how we don’t tip, so she wasn’t going to waste her time on us. Peter knew that I didn’t drink coffee and I knew that he didn’t want any but did the waitress know that? I wasn’t going to be expected to pay for that kind of service. I was standing in the freezing cold when I caught the eye of a lady with her husband as she quickly grabbed her husband’s arm. I asked peter if he saw what I saw and explained that she got colder as soon as she saw us. It made me real mad. I told peter to look around because we wouldn’t be able to find a whiter, safer or better lit part of the city. This white woman saw two black guys who looked like UCLA students, strolling down the sidewalk and her reaction was blind fear? I asked peter if we dressed like gang bangers and if we looked threatening.
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We knew we didn’t so if anyone should’ve been scared, it was us two. We were the only twp black faces surrounded by a sea of over-caffeinated white people, patrolled by the trigger-happy LAPD, so why weren’t we scared? Peter put his hand on his gun and let me know that we were on the same page. I knew that I was going to enjoy taking this white woman’s Navigator off of her. They looked helpless just like everyone else. I shouted at them to get out and give me the keys. I also had my gun pulled out and pointed in their faces. The husband jumped out of the car as soon as I told him to get out and I threatened him for his keys to. I watched peter throw the woman to the ground and I didn’t give a damn. I told peter to get in the car starting to worry about the police. He got in and we drifter out of there and as soon as we were out of sight peter goes and puts a fucking statue on the dashboard. I’m sure peter must have thought that he owned the car. I told him to take it off and about the marks it makes and he replied with who and what it is. I told him how bad this St. Christopher was and he commented on my driving skills. Let’s see how the patron saint of travelling handles my driving.
St. Christopher was still living up to his name as we slid around a corner and peter put hip-hop on the radio. I told peter straight, how bad I felt about hip-hop music because I knew that hip-hop is of the oppressor. They always use nigga. White people didn’t go around calling each other honkies. This music made me really mad. Peter switched the dial but it didn’t change a thing. Country music is still the same even if they’re talking about lynching niggas! Peter had no idea where hip-hop music came from but he didn’t care and he started mocking us by singing his own country songs. I had to give him a better history lesson of us. I told peter that back in the sixties we had smart, articulate black men like Huey Newton and Fred Hampton. I told peter that they were speaking out to society and people use to listen. That is the type of society I would want. Society needs to listen to us black men. As always though the government would have stepped in and controlled how society views there own community and country. I told peter that the FBI wouldn’t have wanted country music created by mumbling idiots so they’d just hand it over to the niggas so they’ll copy it and sooner or later nobody would be able to understand a fucking word they say.
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End of their problem. After that there was something I never expected. I felt this huge bump and I braked hard and slid down the street about 20-30 feet. I felt confused and I knew that peter felt the same. We had to jump out and have a look around the truck. Still confused I checked behind the truck and peter looked underneath. I came to the front and peter came back up with a really shocked look on his face. He told me there was a Chinaman under the truck. I didn’t believe him at first. Then he said again but it sounded way more serious. Then I became scared, shocked and confused. I had a look and I saw this man with blood surrounding his face. Peter and I argued on what to do about the situation that we were in. I was just going to drive off but we had to get him out or else he’d have died. We pulled his arms to get him out and put him in the back of the truck. We dropped his body off at the hospital and drove off to Lucien’s.
On our way to Lucien’s garage I couldn’t stop thinking of that Chinaman’s bloody face. It gave me chills and peter looked as if he felt exactly the same. We were in Lucien’s garage talking to him about the Chinese man that was stuck under the truck and how the blood dripping from the truck was his blood from when we shoved him in the back of the truck and dropped him off at the hospital. I was getting frustrated trying to convince Lucien to take the Navigator until he mentioned the Discovery Channel and how every night there’s somebody getting caught without realizing it half a year down the line for a little piece of evidence. I got the impression that Lucien didn’t want anything to do with the Navigator. He told me to get the fuck out of his shop. He sounded angry that I had nothing to sell to him and screwing up again made me furious. Peter grabbed St. Christopher off of the dashboard and I told him that without him, things could have gone seriously wrong that night as we left the garage and went home to rest our eyes.
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After a nights rest from crazy Lucien we woke up this morning and headed out again and saw Mo Phat walking the streets as we were walking to my car. I ignored Mo Phat but peter pounded his hand like they were brothers. I said to peter that even though I would steal from people, I would never steal from black people, but he would steal from a crippled black old man. I told him that the only reason why black people would steal from their own is because they’re terrified of white people. He’d be scared if he ended up in Burbank and Sherman Oaks. I remember telling peter that if we dropped Mo Phat off at Starbucks in Teluca Lake, as soon as somebody said decaf latte the brother would run like a rabbit. That would really make me laugh, but at the time my fucking car wouldn’t start, so I blamed it on peter and we got to walking. Peter started laughing at me as if I was trying to be the black communities’ prime example of the smart articulate type. He started waving down a fucking bus, but oh no, I couldn’t let him do that and I told him to put his hands down. He was out of is mind to just catch the bus. He had no idea how humiliating it would’ve been to have people staring at us through the huge bus windows just to show how us black people are reduced to riding on them. What Peter didn’t know could fill the Staples Centre. He knows I don’t like hockey and he say’s the kings are playing anyway, because they’re known for playing at the venue. Now I’m pissed off but in the mean time we have to go and find another truck for Lucien.
We kept walking around town and we spotted another black Navigator around lunch today and I was ready to hijack it when peter was. I snuck up on the driver’s side of the SUV and peter on the passenger side and I threatened the driver with my gun pointed to the back of his head. The man in the driver’s seat turned around and to my surprise, the man was black. He surprised me so much because he would have to be wealthy to afford a brand new Lincoln Navigator. It shocked me because I didn’t expect a black man to own the truck. I couldn’t just stop though so I shouted at him to get out of the truck and he opened the door really fast and the door hit me and sent me stumbling over, dropping my gun and he followed me and started kicking my ass. I tried to defend myself by calling out for peter’s help and then I found my gun, took it and tried to get up and run to steal the truck, running to the passenger side. Peter left through the houses and shouted a warning about the police. The owner pushed me back over to the passenger seat when I tried to take the wheel and he started driving. I was scared because everything went really wrong and I just heard sirens of a police car. The police car trailed us yet I still had my gun in his face and told the man to get the fuck out of the fucking truck.
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We were both extremely angry because none of us were going to give up and we went back and forth arguing and I mentioned my gun one more time and he swiped it from my hand. As more cops trailed us we ended up at a dead end and stopped on an unknown driveway. I ducked out of police view and the driver told me to get out of his truck. I told him that if he was so brave, he should’ve got out of the car. He looked outside and jumped out but I had no idea what was running through his mind. I heard swearing and then he was standing up to this one cop that was in his face. I felt scared and I thought surely that the both of us would get arrested. After all the bullshit the black man came back to the truck. I was fucking stunned that he even came back, because he had at least 4 to 6 cops pointing weapons at him. We ended up driving away unharmed then he stared at me when we got to a stop sign somewhere downtown. He gave me back my gun and I just sat still. The black man told me that I embarrass him and that I embarrass myself. I was speechless for the first time in my life. I left him and took in everything that we did and that he said to me. I knew what he meant by embarrassing him. I was embarrassing my people. Being motivated to make money from stealing and mugging other people is embarrassing. I had to think about what happened because I became really confused and I wasn’t sure of the right path to take.
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I didn’t know what to do after the long two days I’ve had. Listening to that man made me think about a lot of crimes I’ve committed in the past. I took the bus and kept riding until dark and I had a look around the bus at the different faces ranging from black, white and Asian to Hispanic. My view on life seemed to feel strong but limited to only a few points like my point of view is the only point. I saw the van were the Chinese man was the night before and it had the keys still in the door. I took the van to Lucien’s and tried to sell the piece of junk for anything he could give me. One of Lucien’s guys opened the back doors on the van and there were a bunch of chinamen chained together to the van in a cage. Lucien was going to buy the chinamen off of me for $500 each and give me back the van. I couldn’t do that so I drove off with them still chained to the back to right here in Chinatown.
From that point in the black man’s Navigator I start to think for myself, wondering what the fuck I’m doing stealing for anything I could. I want to make a change in my life so now that these chinamen are free; I feel that I’ve done something good for myself for the first time and it feels real good. Hah! Dopey fucking Chinamen.