Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Killing men, women, children, any white folks they come upon.
But I trained them right.
You sure this good for the bird?
I ain't interested in the white man's God.
Gave you that yellow skin.
I want you to come with me.
And when a boy comes,
If you niggers interfere, we'll kill you!
Said you was a magician. Used that very word.
The Prophet's coming! The Prophet's coming!
fore I lose this goddamn bet.
to lend me her dress for the wedding.
Mama, folks say make the best of a hard situation.
You fine!
What you doing to that bird?
You crave wonderment, jubilation, revelation!
Earn a penny, spend a dollar...
Soft hands, like a woman.
I yearn to win my money back, Chicken George.
'Cause Massa Tom says I can help.
Just like I like it.
Hey.
Wash up. Go to bed.
You never know which nigger's gonna catch it.
♪ Like a turkey through the corn ♪
They beat Margaret Whitehead to death with a fence post.
Your mama the only reason we're alive.
I'm gonna do something for you, George.
Morning, Mrs. Jewett.
My mama lives alone.
Take your time.
Look at my Red.
"Thy lips are as the honeycomb.
God damn me!
Do it, George.
to hatch some chickens of your own.
with 10 brothers and sisters...
You can't do this! You hear me?!
Not for him... for us.
Came up from Durham way?
'Course, nobody knows you.
Last wagers!
It's when y'all get growed is when you get ideas.
I'm so relieved you're gonna make it.
She worth every penny.
Here, boy.
tired from working so hard every day,
I'm gonna win back all them pennies and more.
I'll protect our child.
Yeah.
Birds use they eyes to talk.
We got every man with a gun out looking for him.
I can pay it.
The dirt is not under your nails, sir.
Old Pompey and Malizy gonna be used up sooner than later.
I'm the only real man in this goddamn county.
There you are.
he ought not to miss a field gal.
take back to England.
Who gonna watch 'em, Tom?! Who gonna watch my family?!
'Cause these birds, they from across the sea.
I've been drowning that truth in my head
every time some sheriff gets in a mood
This is my property, boy.
This my father, Reverend Lyon.
She brought us out here, been catching food for us, too.
Not as pretty as me, but she pretty.
Oyez! Oyez!
That nigger Turner's the devil on earth.
Do it, George.
Get off of me! Get off me!
If Tom Lea is killed, he's gonna buy your son.
You don't know pee clean like a good turpentine.
Gonna go gather up some wood for my fire.
I know what I said,
Got to wait till your eyes see clear,
- No more running for you, boy. - No! No!
And yet why do I feel like a marionette,
Then I assume your courage will permit me
Come on, George.
Ungrateful.
Now get on your damn feet! Get up!
♪ It was old lost John ♪
And yours, too.
They can come tight.
Plain to see.
George.
But Mama...
Yeah.
I'll ride over and talk to MacGregor.
- Hallelujah - Amen!
Come on.
Get your clothes on, boy.
Then I'm gonna put your yellow ass up on the wagon
I can't feel my hand, George.
He is giving you a fine cut of his winnings.
the way Mama Kizzy says her daddy taught her.
Aah!
There's a gathering down by the river tonight.
I have more right than that free nigger!
You staying around these parts?
♪ I were walking along ♪
But the belly of the wicked shall want chicken!
Oh, you should've seen it, Mama.
Don't need no African medicine.
When you come back from the pokies
Guess I talk a lot, but I can't help nobody.
Ain't that right, Sarah?
Savages! That's all they are, is savages!
to dine at our table at the Easter picnic?
But I known you since you was a little boy.
ready to go home.