Prick.
Supermarkets in 23 major cities.
Most supermarkets in the country|still stock grapes.
But a significant number of shoppers,|mostly housewives,
are not buying the grapes.
They are observing the boycott.
That's a report from Delano, California.|This is Charles Walker...
We know that your organization supported|us in the picket lines in Pittsburgh,
and we were wondering if you could
organize another team of people again|this coming week.
What city are you in?
Montreal?
Wisconsin is next, okay?
Okay, I'll tell everyone.
Thank you, bye.
Last report estimates that we've cost them
$17 million to date!
I wish they'd paid that in fair wages.
What is your view|of the strike of the grape industry?
The grape boycott...
Well, I've classified that|in the past in a number of public occasions
as immoral. I think it is.
Get me John on the phone!
Yes, sir.
Did you see it?
Man of the year!
I thought they were going to make|him Pope.
I know... It's all right.
Well, let's get together on Sunday.
I saw her last week.|She told me and I forgot.
But she looks great. She looks great.
Yes, she does.
Gentlemen.
Look,
I say it's time for the families to|put their differences aside
and speak together with one voice.
I agree.
Let's sit down with these bastards|and settle this thing once and for all.
Jack, are you serious?
You want to sit down with these characters?
We can't hang on much longer.
This boycott is bleeding us to death.
If we sit down with them it won't|be a boycott, it will be an insurrection.
We still gotta negotiate.
We don't have to negotiate,|we have to dictate terms.
Look,
I hate dealing with these dirty foreigners,
but we can't keep|putting on fake labels forever.
I'm a dirty foreigner, Jack.
You know what I mean.
I'm not the only one who feels like this.
You're not? Well, who else feels that way?
Jack's got a point.
It's time for us to cut our losses|and negotiate.
You don't negotiate with children.
You don't give children|every piece of candy in the store.
With children, you set the rules|and you make sure they obey them.
How you been?
I'm good. I broke 70.
You know, when the Chinese|came to America to build the rail roads,
you know what|they demanded of their overseers?
No.
Food. Good food.
And enough time to enjoy it.
And if the owners skimped on that,|they wouldn't lift a finger.
Give the Chinese a good meal every day
and they could|build the infrastructure of a continent.
Their meal is what gave|their lives dignity.
And to them, dignity was|more important than money.
That's nice, huh?
You have this annoying habit|of turning everything into a lesson.
I just like Chinese food.
How you doing?
I told you. I'm good.
With golf?
What's wrong with golf?
You are becoming a real American.
Golf is from Scotland.
We interrupt to bring|you this bulletin from Los Angeles.
New York Senator Robert Kennedy|has been shot in the head,
minutes ago as he left the platform
from which he made his victory statement|in Los Angeles.
The detailed report|which we did receive initially
pictured Kennedy|on the floor of the hotel kitchen.
Blood streaming from his face,|his eyes open but unseeing.
He is on his way,|or perhaps has already arrived
at an unnamed hospital in Los Angeles.
The moment further word is received|we will pass it along to you immediately.
The final act in the|stunning tragedy of Robert Francis Kennedy
began this morning|with a touching ceremony
in St. Patrick's Cathedral|here in New York City.
The late senator was then|transported to his final resting place,
near his brother the late President|at Arlington National Cemetery.
I, Richard Milhous Nixon,|do solemnly swear...
Everyone, stop working for a minute.
Come, join the strike.|Cesar Chavez wants to defend you!
That I will faithfully execute the|office of President of the United States...
And will to the best of my ability...
Preserve, protect and defend...
The Constitution of the United States...
So help me God.
Slow down!
Slow down! Slow down!
- Call an ambulance!|- Juan! Juan!
Help! Help!
We thank you|for all that you are doing for us.
We very much appreciate it.
Yes, sir.
Well, you're someone|who understands business
and you're a Californian,|we're all Californians here...
Yes, sir.
I'll do my best.
And thank you, thank you so much.
Take care, bye.
Nixon has promised|to sell our grapes in Europe.
And whatever's leftover
he'll have the Department of Defense|buy and feed to our soldiers.
They're getting you|out in five days,
but I'm not sure about the others.
It's all lies.
They're saying we provoked them.
That the strike is not legal, they are|painting us to look like criminals.
And ever since they dumped the grapes|in Europe, their sales have gone up there.
By 140%.
We're not gonna survive Nixon.
Then we have to go over there.
To Europe?
If they're running, we have to catch them.
We can barely keep things together here,|Mansi.
I know.
I never thought|I'd be saying this in my life.
To Richard Milhous Nixon!
To Nixon!
Focus on human law,|since it actually exists over in Europe.
The growers have completely|subverted the system here,
but Europe still defends workers' rights.
- - I hear they|get one month vacations there.
You might want to mention that
Vietnam is basically awash|in Bogdanovich's grapes and napalm.
I heard the food is terrible over there.
I don't care how bad the food is,|you're not starting a fast, Cesar.
Where is my coat?
CESAR". Hey, Helen.
You should see this place.
How are the kids?
And Fernando?
Okay.
I'll see you in a couple of days.
Fares please.
Yes, sir.
- Albert.|- 2p please.
- Mr. Chavez?|- Yes.
Lovely to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.|- Welcome.
We're here with Cesar Chavez,|the civil rights activist,
who has caused quite a stir in America|from his ongoing boycott
that has meant millions of Americans|have stopped eating table grapes.
Does that work for you, Mr. Chavez?
Thank you.
We are making a plea|of common sense, to an industry
that refuses to recognize|the basic human rights of its workers.
Besides this boycott,|your movement has marched and striked
and you yourself have done a 25 day fast.
Why has it gone this far?
Well, despite the success we had|against the growers in California,
they still refuse|to sit down and negotiate with us.
And it's not|a question of economics anymore.
It's more a stubbornness.
They want to show that|they're strong and not weak.
So they would|rather export the grapes
than sit down and negotiate with you?
They'd rather sell their grapes to London,|or Stockholm
and think that that will erase all|the indignities that people have suffered.
And what kind of support have you|received here in Great Britain?
Here in Britain, we have the Transport and|General Workers Union support,
and they have endorsed our boycott.
The dock loaders refuse to unload grapes.
What are you saying to me now?
Wait a minute! We had a deal!
Which is a great endorsement|of our boycott.
We're optimistic to have|similar support from other countries.
Diverse religious groups throughout the|continent have shown their support.
Even the Pope has agreed to meet us.
I've got them grapes|halfway through the Atlantic.
Hello?
So, what are you hoping to achieve?
Well, it's never been|about the grapes.
It's always been about the people.
The poorest of the poor, the marginalized.
The ones who have been ignored.
There would be no food on the table|without these people.
And these people have|names, faces, families.
And I guess what we want to accomplish|is to give these people a voice.
But will this be enough,|considering the amount of resistance?
Once social change begins,
it can't be reversed.
You can't uneducate someone|who has learned how to read.
You can't humiliate someone|who has pride.
You can't oppress someone|who is not afraid anymore.
We have seen the future|and the future is ours.
Ready?
Don't answer it!
I'm right here.
Don't take three hours.|I have to drop this off.
What's wrong?
They want to sign.
Who?
All of them. All the growers want to sign.
It's an interesting day|you choose to be late.
Come on, they are waiting inside.
You have to admit,|this old Croat put up a hell of a fight.
Yeah, I can do that, as long as you can|admit this little Mexican kicked your ass.
Brothers and sisters of the fields,
all around us were those|who said it could never be done.
People said that|the growers were too powerful,
the police would be against us...
And the courts would beat us down,
and that sooner or later
we would fall back into the poverty|and despair of our forefathers.
But we didn't!
We didn't
because our common suffering
and love for each other kept us together.
Five years we were on strike!
It kept us sacrificing and fighting|for a better tomorrow,
a better tomorrow that we all dream about
as we work among these beautiful vines.
And when millions and millions of|Americans stopped doing one thing,
eating grapes,
we won the strike!
We won!
Yes, we can!
I know there is no way|to justify the things that I've done...
Or that I've not done for you.
It saddens me to think that
we never got a chance|to go fishing together
or catch a baseball game
or even go watch a movie.
There's no way to turn back the clock
and to make up for lost time.
But I want you to know that
your mother and I|miss you very much, Fernando.
It seems so ironic to think that,
because I've tried to do things that|my father could never do for us,
I'm now so distant from you.
Please know that|the day you came into this world
was also the day that I|received the clarity
that I so desperately needed.
You and your brothers and sisters
are the purpose for my struggle.
Everything I do is for you.
And I hope you remember that.
I also hope that one day
you can be as proud of me as I am of you.
But I want|more than anything else,
I would like to see the poor
take a very direct part in shaping society.
And let them make the decisions.
And in our case, if the poor are not|involved, then change will never come.
THE END
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