Da 5 Bloods, Netflix, 40 Acres & A Mule Filmworks, Rahway Road Productions

War Buddies

Netflix original film Da 5 Bloods dropped last Friday June 12, 2020.

#Da5Bloodsis a Spike Lee joint.

rottentomatoes: 92%

metacritic: 81

imdb: 6.8

Stormin' Norman, Da 5 Bloods, Netflix, 40 Acres & A Mule Filmworks, Rahway Road Productions, Chadwick BosemanStormin' Norman, Da 5 Bloods, Netflix, 40 Acres & A Mule Filmworks, Rahway Road Productions, Chadwick BosemanStormin’ Norman

Stormin’ Norman’s veteran friends excavate $17m in gold bars outside of Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.

Stormin' Norman, Da 5 Bloods, Netflix, 40 Acres & A Mule Filmworks, Rahway Road Productions, Chadwick Boseman

“Now I know why this mission is so damn important.  It’s about what this war is all about.  All right, Bloods.  Our objective is in the C-47.  Hold yourself!  Hold on!  Come on.  Cover the Bloods to the plane!  Harlow and Cots, KIA!  Lay down cover fire!  Reload!  Move out!  Move out!  Go, go, go!  Go!  Check fire.  Paul!  Get up!  Get up!  Team one, take security!  Hey, Paul.  Come inside.  Clear!  Bloods!  All right.  Let’s see what we got here.  You know what this means?  We gold standard.  We gold standard.” — Stormin’ Norman

“We bury it.  For now.  They ask, we say the V.C. got it.  Later on, we come back and collect.  We ain’t rippin’ off shit!  Who feel like they’re ripping something off?  We was the very first people that died for this red, white and blue.  Yeah, that’s right.  It was a soul brother, Crispus Attucks at the motherfuckin’ Boston Massacre.  We been dying for this country from the very get, hoping one day they’d give us our rightful place.  All they give us was a foot up our black asses.  Well, fuck that.  I say the USA owe us.  We built this bitch!  I’m saying… we repossess this gold… like they about to come reposses your cash yield convertible now.  We repossess this gold for every single black boot that never made it home.  Every brother and sister stolen from Mother Africa to Jamestown, Virginia way back in 1619.  We give this gold to our people.  You feel that?  You feel it?  Now, let’s bury our gold.  Bloods.” — Stormin’ Norman

“To your left!  To the left!  Go, go!  Go!  Cease fire!  Cease fire!  War is about money.  Money is about war.  Every time I walk out my front door, I see cops patrolling my neighborhood like it’s some police state.  I can feel just how much I ain’t worth.” — Stormin’ Norman

“You’re talking about Dr. King.  You’re talking about  a man of peace.  I’m as mad as everybody.  All us Bloods got a right to be, but… we Bloods.  Won’t let nobody use our rage against us.  We control our rage.  Now, what y’all are trying to do right now ain’t changing shit.  So, stand down.  That’s an order.  You’re gonna have to kill me first.  Blood on Blood.” — Stormin’ Norman

Eddie, Da 5 Bloods, Netflix, 40 Acres & A Mule Filmworks, Rahway Road Productions, Norm LewisEddie

“God damn!  Whoo!  What’s going on, man?  Oh, my goodness.  So good to see you.  Look at you!  Well, I decided not to.  Why, brother?  The women love it.  Besides, did you know that Jackie Robinson, John Elway, Agassi, Messi, Neymar, Mookie and MJ are all pigeon-toed?  Let me see if I can remember this.  Okay, all right.  Here we go.  Get in here.  Look at you.  How you doing?  Bring it here!  It sure is good to see y’all.  Yeah, brother man, we are back.  Hey, uh, look what I found.  Uh, ma’am?  Can you please make sure that all four rooms are on my card?  Hey, on me, remember?  Ain’t nobody saying no shit like that.  I see your head still hard as hell.  Man, you crazy as hell, bruh.  What, he’s 18 now?  Huh?  Yeah.  I thought that was you.  Uh-huh.  See?  That’s what they all go to.  Always go to that one.  Shit.  For real.  I mean, back in the day, being a brother meant something.  We fought against the man.  We loved one another.  We became ace boon **** blood brothers out there in that damn jungle.  He did.  All right, come on.  Boom!  All right, yeah.  Hey, I’m Eddie.  Just chill, man.  Just chill.  But you’re from the south.” — Eddie

“Lock it up!  Fuck!  Jammed!  They didn’t need us.  They should’ve just sent Mickey D’s, Pizza Hut and The Colonel, and we would have defeated the V.C. in one week.  Finger lickin’ good.  Oh, yeah.  Sly.  All them Holly-weird motherfuckers trying to go back and win the Vietnam War.  That man jumped on that grenade and saved his Bloods’ lives.  What the fuck he talkin’ about?” — Eddie

“So, what you sayin’, Blood?  Bloods.  Price of doing business.  Yeah.  You sure know how to raise ’em, don’t you?  What happens if we bum-rush your boy and throw his ass off that balcony?  Cease fire!  Good, good.  Yeah, goddamn white man gone too far.  And a tooth for a tooth.” — Eddie

“Is there some barbecue up in here?  Hey, who wants a cold one?  Six pack.  That’s good.  Hey!  Get your beer here.  Here you go.  That’s amazing.  No, and thank you.  Yes, it is.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  We all got PTSD.  Well, it happens to all of us, man!  Yeah.  Come on, man.  Man, don’t call me that.  What?” — Eddie

Melvin, Da 5 Bloods, Netflix, 40 Acres & A Mule Filmworks, Rahway Road Productions, Isiah Whitlock Jr.Melvin

“My man!  How you doing?  How you doing, man?  You, too, Blood!  Hey, man.  God damn, Eddie, you still pigeon-toed?  You didn’t get that shit fixed.  And you, shit.  Let me give you some power.  Come on, you got it.  Give me some of that black shit.  Finally.  Finally.  Hold on.  Now, look at you.  I’m tellin’, it’s a stone cold trip being back here in country.  The Bloods is back.  Yeah, yeah.  Amen.  Brother man in all his glory.  Hey!  Hey, y’all know I got an 18-year-old son?  Yeah, check this out.  I got thug-ass hard heads in my hood.  Now Cissy wants to move out.  Yeah, I got a piece for protection.  Got a side piece.  I got Smith on one side and Wesson on the other.  Yeah.  Get the fuck out of here.  He didn’t vote for him.  Huh.  Yeah, man.  Amen.  Preach on it.  Sure did.  Yeah.  Boom!  I’m Melvin, man.  Nice to meet you.  Thank you, man.  Yes, we sure do.  Who?  Yeah?  Good night.” — Melvin

“Hold on!  Out of sight!  It’s a whole different place.  Yeah?  Wow.  Hey, y’all remember those fugazi Rambo movies?  Look, I love y’all and all that bullshit, but, uh, I ain’t doin’ that.  Where’s he going?” — Melvin

“We ain’t no international criminals, you dig?  Bloods.  I’m good.  Or what?  Oh, come on!  Motherfucker, go around.  Yeah.  Goddamn bullshit.  The Bible says an eye for an eye.” — Melvin

“I might get a couple of things.  What’s that?  You got bananas?  Hey, don’t let her get on.  Take it easy, man.  Look, I’m tired of this bullshit!  Squash it!” — Melvin


“Oh!  Yeah, man.  I’m all right.  I’m all right.  How we feelin’?  Finally.  Finally.  Ain’t this some shit?  Baby, we got off that plane, that heat hit me upside the head, ski-bop!  Just like in ’68.  Soon to be five.  Oh.  Young blood.  Get you home, Blood.  Amen.  Look at that handsome dude, man.  Must take after his mama.  I’m good.  There you go, all right.  Go.  Man, they’ll take you.  No, no, no, no, no!  Don’t tell me that you voted for President Fake Bone Spurs.  Impeach him.  That grinnin’-ass Negro on the front row.  Ta-ta-ta-da!  Right there behind Trump at that rally.  ‘Ha!  Ha!  It’s me!  It’s me!’  Fake news.  Yeah.  I feel you.  I feel you.  Boom!  Vinh.  This is our guide, Vinh.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Pull up a seat.  Yes, there you go.  From the Pentagon… and from the Vietnamese government.  When we locate Norman’s remains, the DPAA is gonna send in a recovery team to bring him back home.  Get outta here.  Paul.  Will you raise your goddamn glass?  The American War is over.  Come on.  Come on, man.  Whoo!  Oh, yeah.  Oh.  Feelin’ the love.  I tell ya.” — Otis

“Go!  Come on!  Go!  Move!  Move!  Move!  Man down!  Man down!  Wow!  Will you look at this?  I can’t believe this.  Yeah.  My brother, give it to me.  Give it to me.  Yeah.  You gotta be fucking kidding me, man.  Him and that… that dude, uh, Walker, Texas Ranger.  Man!  Out there trying to save imaginary POWs.  Yeah.  I would be the first cat in line if there was a flick about a real hero, you know, one of our blood.  Somebody like Milton Olive.  And he as the first brother to be awarded the Medal of Honor in Nam.  Eighteen years old.  Like Aretha sang, ‘you better think.’  Oh, Vinh.  Listen, Bloods, I’m out, all right?  Thank you very much.  All right.  Yeah?  I’ll be careful.  Later.” — Otis

“Tiên… you have hardly changed.  You look like you’ve done well for yourself.  Yes, we do.  When we can.  So delicious.  Have you dealt with him before?  And there’s no other way to move this?  Yeah.  It’s, uh… it’s very nice to meet you.  Is, uh… is, uh… is that our daughter?  Our… mmm.  Good night, Tiên.  Come on, Blood.  Let it go.  Just let it go!  You feel better?  Mr. Desroche… our platoon was ordered to find a C-47 CIA plane that went down with a payroll for the native people.  The Lahu.  Now, they didn’t wanna be paid in paper currency, so Uncle Sam was playing them in gold bars for their help against the V.C.  Well, we found the gold, and we… Bloods.” — Otis

“We went back a few weeks alter but the area was napalmed, and we lost all our landmarks.  But recently, a mudslide has exposed what might be the C-47’s tail, and satellite pictures have pinpointed the spot.  Tiên said 20.  I’ll cover it.  So, we good?  Cool it, God damn it!  Cool it!  David, you are not getting a full share.  You and your daddy can split a share.  You take it or leave it.  David, you’re a buck private in this outfit.  You do what we say when we say it.  No questions asked.  Understood?” — Otis

“I’m gonna be all right.  All right.  Yeah.  I just hope I don’t have to use it.  I’ll see you in a bit, all right?  David.  Why did you come here?  I know.  Your pops was never the same after we lost Norman.  Hmm.  I can believe that.  Norm?  That brother was the best damn soldier that ever lived.  Wasn’t many brothers who made squad leader.  The man was using Bloods for cannon fodder.  White boys who stayed in college, they’d dodge that shit.  They put our poor black asses on the front line, killing us off like flies.  Stormin’ earned his name, was in all kind of firefights.  Trained us in the way of the jungle.  Made us believe that we would get home, alive.  Everybody all right?  Gave us something to believe in.  A direction, a purpose.  He taught us about black history when it wasn’t really popular back then.  Schooled us about drinking that anti-commie Kool-Aid they was selling.  Yeah, he was our Malcolm and our Martin.  Norm had a way of keeping us from going off.  He wasn’t no Tom.  He was a bad mother, shut your mouth.  Like Ali.” — Otis

“Got the wrong motherfucking enemy!  We need to kill some crackers.  And let me tell you, out of all of us, your pops was closest to him.  Believed in Norman like a religion.  I don’t think he believed in anything since.  Oranges?  I know, that’s what I’m getting.  Come on.  Come on, man.  I know.  I got you.  I got you, brother.  Get the boat moving!  You’re just having a panic attack.  This shit happen to you all the time?  This happen all the time?  Come on.  Nightmares.  You been having nightmares.  Just breathe, come on.  Come on.  Come on, bud.  Come on.  There you go.  There you go.  Come on.  Brother, come on.  Come on.  Come on.  Go ahead, get it out.  Get it out.  Come on now.  Come on, bud.  No!  It ain’t like that.  I’m with you.  I’m with you.  Fists up!  Come on.  Come on, Paul.  Bloods!” — Otis

Paul, Da 5 Bloods, Netflix, 40 Acres & A Mule Filmworks, Rahway Road Productions, Delroy Lindo


“Oh!  There he is.  5 Bloods don’t die, we just multiply!  Amen.  Damn.  Let me see it, man.  Mmm-mmm-mmm.  No, no, thank you.  I’m good.  I’m good.  Nah, nah, I got mine.  I ain’t your welfare charity case.  Everybody know your black ass and that big black Amex card, the biggest fucking car dealership in the world, right?  Keep your money, man.  Just like my Swanson Johnson.  You got a piece for protection?  No.  You gotta go.  You gotta go, son.  Man.  They don’t have no age limit on a bar in Vietnam, then?  No, no, you gotta… come on, get him the fuck out of here.  Twenty bucks.  Now he got more in his damn cup than I got in my wallet.  Shit.  It’s a damn shame.  On the real, man.  We got back from Nam, we didn’t get nothing but a hard damn time.  Folks called us baby killers.  See, I bought into all that bullshit.  How did your life change?  Yeah, right?  Time we got these free-loading immigrants off our backs and build that wall.  Negroes better wake the fuck up with the quickness, man.  I’m just saying.  I’m– yeah, I voted for him.  Fake news.  I’m tired of not getting mine, man.  Been fucked my whole goddamn life, bruh.  Goin’ for me!  Yeah.  Stormin’ Norman demanded it.  Here we go.  Boom!  Boom!  Paul, man.  Good to meet you.  We know that jungle, man.  Oh, yeah.  Arlington National Cemetery.  Hey, man, what the… what the fuck are they staring at, man?  Those two right there.  Shit.  Those two over there, they’ve been staring at us for the last ten minutes.  Chill?  People staring at me, man.  Staring at all of us.  Hey, man.  Those could’ve been the dudes that zapped Norm, that’s all I’m saying.  Oh, man.  Look at him.  I know.” — Paul

“There it is.  Go!  Go, man!  You got it!  Reloading.  Reloading.  Set security!  Set security!  Yo, come on in here.  Great googly-moogly.  You got it.  I did three tours, man.  ’61 to ’71.  1st infantry.  We were there.  We were all there.  I like them shits, man.  I ain’t saying nothing about him.  Man, nobody want you to die for them.  ‘Cause I ain’t.  Oh.  Oh, oh.  Be careful, man.  He got something to take care of, man.” — Paul

“You ask a lotta damn questions, wringer.  This cat is getting on my last goddamn nerve, man.  Hey, wait a minute.  Do me a favor.  Sit down, please?  Just give us that respect.  Where were Frenchies in World War II?  Hitler had y’all by the snails.  The goddamn US of A saved your asses.  If it wasn’t for good ‘ol Uncle Sam, all of yous, y’all be speaking the deutsche eating bratwurst, schnizels and sauerkraut instead of croissants, snails and escargot.  No, man.  No.  No, fuck that.  I ain’t done.  This motherfucker can’t tell me shit.  My daddy, God rest his soul, landed in Normandy and killed beaucoup goose-stepping Nazis.  Let me tell you something, them Nazis weren’t no punks neither.  Not like you.  Yeah, okay, I’m done.  Yeah.  And we ain’t?  DaRoach, we gotta trust you, and you gotta trust us.” — Paul

“You mean rip it off.  Reparations.  Bloods.  Sir, are you in or out?  How do I know that you two ain’t a con artist team?  Yeah, wekk, the extra 2% comes outta her cut.  That’s right.  Yeah, I’m good.  This motherfucker, man.  What the fuck are you doing here?  Why?  And?  You don’t give a flying fuck about me.  Yeah, well… you consider me checked on.  What do you want, David?  Hell to the naw!  So, you just a lil’ jive-ass gangster now, huh?  You ungrateful lil’… lil’ Black Studies teacher *****.  Don’t ever threaten my son, man.  Or you will nab more trouble than you know what to do with.  Come on!  You can forget that.  You see what you made me do, man?  Let me tell you somethin’.  You ain’t been nothin’ but an anchor around my neck since the day you were born.  Yeah, I said it, and I mean it, too.  Take this shit.  God damn it.” — Paul

“To your left!  Cease fire!  Good right here.  Our brothers and sisters are burnin’ shit down back home, Norm.  I love you, man, but you’re wrong.  Dead wrong.  And that’s what got Dr. King killed.  Nah.  Fuck an order, Norm!  Bring ’em on up.” — Paul

“I’m not buying.  No, man.  Not today.  Không.  Không.  Không.  No.  There you go.  Hey.  Hey.  No, not today.  Not today.  No.  No.  No.  No.  No, I don’t want it.  Nah.  No, I– no, man.  I… no, man.  I… okay, due respect.  No.  No.  No.  No.  Okay, all due respect, no.  Vinh, talk to your… talk to this man.  Come on, no means no in any motherfucking language, right?  Come on, man.  Come talk tot him, man.  No.  No.  Vinh, come talk to him!  No, man!  Back up, okay.  Just back up.  Back up, please.  Shut the fuck up.  I don’t wanna hear that gook shit.  You know what?  Fuck this place, man.  Backward-ass people.  Hey!  Get that fucking thing off of me!  These backwards-ass motherfuckers, man.  Shit!  I don’t know what the fuck he got!  No, motherfucker!  Huh?  What?  You don’t know nothing about me, man!  Fuck that!  You don’t know shit about me!  I didn’t kill your mother and father!  Fuck you!  You don’t know me!  You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!  What the fuck you know about me?  Paul, relax.  Man, nah!  He kept coming up on me!  What the fuck?  What the fuck is going down?  Stop talking, and fuck you!  Stop fucking talking!  Don’t know shit about me.  What are you doing?  I don’t give a fuck about that.  I don’t give two fucks about that.  I tried to talk to the man.  Put the fucking camera down.  Hey, David.  What you know about it, huh?  You don’t know nothin’ about this.  I don’t have no fucking– I don’t have no nightmares.  Come on and tell me.  Look.  I see… I… I see ghosts, y’all.  I see… ghosts.  You seen ’em, too?  Dead come to you at night?  Huh?  Stormin’ Norm comes to me damn near every night.  Now, he talk to y’all like he talk to me?  I don’t think so.  Yeah.  Think I’m a crazy fuck, don’t you?  Smart ******, huh?  That’s right.  Y’all saditty ****** don’t like that word.  You know what man?  *****.  *****.  *****.  *****.  *****!  A yellow *****.  You feel me?  Get in there, David.  Get in there.  Put your fist up, David.  You, too, Vinh.  Go ahead!  Fist up, man.  Norm!  Norm!” — Paul

David, Da 5 Bloods, Netflix, 40 Acres & A Mule Filmworks, Rahway Road Productions, Jonathan MajorsDavid

“I don’t take that.  I’m worried about you.  Well, I found out you were coming here.  And I came to check on you.  I do.  You been acting more crazy than usual.  You’re here for the gold.  Don’t lie.  You’re going after the gold.  I read Otis’ emails.  You gotta choose better passwords.  ‘1-2-3-4?’  Come on now, dad.  An equal share for helping you find it.  The authorities find out about this, y’all go back to the crib empty-handed.  After everything you’ve put me through, Id say you getting a basement bargain.  You want to tell your Bloods or should I?  Know I’m taking a couple of you OGs with me.  Overstood, Godfather.” — David

“You just gonna stay there?  Yeah?  Well, he’s my dad.  Feels like my last chance with him.  He needs counseling.  Talks to himself.  You know, he calls his name in his sleep.  Who was that guy?” — David

“Whoa!  You’re gonna cut it open?  No, I’m good.  So, how you eat it?  That probably don’t taste like chicken.  That’s race-related.  Got any money?  Let me get some bananas.  Bananas.  You see this?  That’s great.  No, thank you.  No, thanks.  Hey, get him.  Yeah.  Let’s go.  Let’s go.  Dad, come on.  Let’s go.  Come on.  Move on, man.  I got you.  He knows what ‘gook’ means, man!  Yeah, he has PTSD.  He gets triggered.  The guy off with his shit.  It be all right.  He does.  You do.  Get that out of my face.  Get that out of my face.” — David

Vinh Tran, Da 5 Bloods, Netflix, 40 Acres & A Mule Filmworks, Rahway Road Productions, Johnny NguyenVinh Tran

“Otis.  Vinh.  Nice to meet you.  Good.  Yeah.  Gentlemen, welcome back to Vietnam.  I have itinerary for you.  That’s for you.  For you.  For you.  Thank you.  Still think hiking into the jungle without me as your as your guide is a big mistake.  Do you have the necessary documents?  Those gentlemen just buy you this drink.  They are former Viet Cong and wanna welcome you all back to their country.  One of them is my cousin, Nguyen.  And my father’s younger brother.  They fought for the north.  Nguyen does tours for North Vietnamese tourists.  The American War turned Vietnamese family against Vietnamese family.”

“I’ve run many tours for GIs from the American War.  Glad you can see our country in a different light.  Paul, when did you serve?  Were you involved in Operation Junction City?  My father was there, too.  25th Infantry, ARVN.  He fought tot he very last man.  My family was here in Saigon when it fell.  My dad spent 18 months in a communist re-education camp.  Many other were not so lucky.  Thank you.”

“Floating market.  You brothers want anything?  This is good.  It tastes like chicken.  He won’t eat it.  He won’t eat it.  Man, it’s just a goddamn chicken.  Just go.  Just go.  Let it go.  Just go.”


“We both know that’s not true.  But thank you for being so kind.  We find a way.  Yes.  You lie.  The gold is belong to Vietnamese government.  Monsiuer Desroche converts the gold into cash.  He’s the only person I know who can handle a transaction of this size.  Yes.  He’s expensive.  20%.  And I will need 10%.  International export is my business.  It’s why you call me.  Come here, I want to introduce you to someone.  This is my daughter, Michon.  And this is my old friend Otis.  From American War.  Thanks, my dear.  Yes, she is.  She was a bastard child of the enemy.  I was a whore.  Her father was a moi, the ******.  The white GI taught us that word.  Everyone want us out.  We was too dirty to even clean the toilet.  They call our beautiful Michon the cockroach.  No.  Good night, Otis.  You know what happened to your dad, but you keep asking me to repeat myself.  I’m your mother.  I birthed you.  Focus on your own life.  I love you.  Please understand.  He taking big risk.”

“I have a bad feeling about this, Otis.  Gold does strange things to people.  Even old friends.  Be safe.”


“May I ask, how did they end up in your possession?  Monsieur, maybe they’re from a bank you just knocked off in Manila.  Or maybe the authorities are looking for them.  I don’t need that kind of shit.  In my line of work, I have to be very careful, and that means knowing exactly who I am in business with.  Gentlemen, I believe our business is finished.  Well, I thank you for the ignorant American one-sided version of World War II.  Mmm.  You’re more informed than your friend here.  This is my last offer per kilo, less my commission.  One cannot carry millions of dollars through US Customs.  The extra two points will get you a dummy corporation and a tax-free offshore account in Macau.  You can then withdraw the funds from any bank in the world.  As you said, you simply must trust us.  And, sir, Uncle Sam did no better than France in Vietnam.  Gentlemen, I look forward to seeing you again in a few days.  If you will excuse me, I have a lot of things to do for all of us.  Good luck.  And, uh… vive la France.”


“Mommy.  I believe this is everything you wanted from the market.  Hello, Otis.  I should go.  My dad is alive?  Tell me the truth.  Finally.  You owe me this.”

Viet Congs



“Yes, sir.”

Hanoi Hannah

“This is the voice of Vietnam, broadcasting from Hanoi, capital of the Democratic Republic of Vietnam.  Black GI, in Memphis, Tennessee, a white man assassinate Dr. Martin Luther King… who heroically opposed the cruel racial discrimination in the USA.  Dr. King also opposed the US war in Vietnam.  Black GI, your government sent 600,000 troops to crush the rebellion.  Your soul sister and soul brothers are enraged in over 122 cities.  They kill them while you fight against us, so far away from when you are needed.  Black GI, the South Vietnamese people are resolute against the fascist acts against Negroes who struggle for civil rights and freedom.  Negroes are only 11% of the US population, but among troops here in Vietnam, you are 32%.  Black GI, is it fair to serve more than the white Americans that sent you here?  Nothing is more confuse than to be ordered into a war to die or to be maimed for life without the faintest idea of what’s going on.  I dedicate this next record to the soul brothers of the 1st Infantry Divisions.  Big Red One, 2nd Battalion, 136th Regiment.  Have a good day, gentlemen.  Be safe.”

V.C. 1

“I remember before I left, my wife put a wrapped scarf in my backpack.  Feeling sad, I opened it and was surprised to find a poem!!!  So cute!!!  Let me see if I can remember.  ‘Like a phoenix flower that remains in the shadow of the tree, so too will beautiful ladies wait for the hero.’  That’s right.”

V.C. 2

“Why don’t you read it to us?  Then we must be heroes to our families, right?”

V.C. 3

“Hey, what about me man?  When I left my girlfriend kissed me…”

River Market Vendor 1

“You buy some?”

River Market Vendor 2

“Mister, wanna buy oranges?  C’mon, I’ll sell it for cheap.  Buy it.  Mister.”

River Market Vendor 3

“Hello sir.  Chicken.  Chicken.  Mister.  Chicken.  Chicken.  Chicken.  Here, this one is fat.  I haven’t sold any chickens all morning.  Motherfucker!!!  You killed my father and mother!!!  You killed my father and mother!!!  I’m going to kill you motherfucker!!!  In the war.  You G.I.!!!  Motherfucker.  Your momma.  I’m going to kill you, motherfucker!!!  You killed my father and mother!  Fuck you, motherfucker!!!”

Muhammed Ali (archival footage)

“My conscience won’t let me go shoot my brother or some darker people or some poor, hungry people in the mud for big, powerful America, and shoot them for what?  They never called me ‘******.’  They never lynched me.  They didn’t put no dogs on me.  They didn’t rob me of my nationality.”

Malcom X (archival footage)

“When you take 20 million black people and make them fight all your wars and make them pick all your cotton and you never give them any real recompense, sooner or later their allegiance towards you is going to wear thin.”

Neil Armstrong (archival footage)

“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”

Kwame Ture (archival footage)

“America has declared war on black people.”

Angela Davis (archival footage)

“If the link-up is not made between what’s happening in Vietnam and here, we may very well face a period of full-blown fascism very soon.”

Lyndon B. Johnson (archival footage)

“I shall not seek and I will not accept the nomination of my party for another term as your president.”

Richard Nixon (archival footage)

“America needs a full-time president and a full-time Congress.  I shall resign the presidency effective at noon tomorrow.”

Bobby Seale (archival footage)

“In the Civil War, 186,000 black men fought in the military service, and we were promised freedom and we didn’t get it.  In World War II, 850,000 black men fought, and we were promised freedom, and we didn’t get it.  Now here we go with the damn Vietnam War, and we still ain’t gettin’ nothin’ but racist police brutality, et cetera.”

Donald Trump (archival footage)

“Blacks for Trump, you watch.  You watch.  Those signs are great, thank you.”

Vietnamese beggar

“Money, please.  GI, GI.  GI, GI.  Money, money.  GI.  GI!  GI!”


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Maestro Spike Lee Président @festivaldecannes 2020

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👊🏾 #BlackPanther @RollingStone

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#BlackPanther #InfinityWar VanityFair.com

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#Yasuke [Link in bio]

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#Repost @djdnice ・・・ There are times when I find it completely mind blowing that DJing has provided me with some amazing memories. I had that thought again on Sunday night in Los Angeles after the NBA All-star game. Dave Chappelle & @Netflix threw a party for @ChrisRock to celebrate the release of his comedy special, “#Tambourine.” I was lucky enough to provide the soundtrack to the night. People, please believe me when I say this, Dave Chappelle’s parties are the most soulful events I’ve ever played. The constant interaction between me, @FredYonnet and The Band With No Name makes the night so much fun and unpredictable. You’ll never know who will join the band on stage. Sunday night’s surprise and completely spontaneous performers were @Usher, @Common, @Ludacris, @RobertGlasper, Thundercat, and @Goapele. It was a jam session! There were so many incredible moments from the night. At one point, Chris Tucker was standing next to me in the DJ booth. He was so caught up in the spirit of the night and wanted to perform too. He asked me which Michael Jackson song he should perform and I suggested, “I Can’t Help It.” He replied, “That’s it!” He ran over to the stage. After Dave introduced him, he told a joke and said, “Dave I wanna perform too. D-Nice, drop the record, man.” As I spun MJ’s song, Fred and the band quickly picked up on it and started to jam. As I faded the song, Chris started to sing. By the time he reached the second chorus, Fred secretly handed Stevie Wonder his mic and Stevie, who actually wrote the song, started performing it with Chris Tucker. What a night! The second moment that stood out was when Dave said, “Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise for the Black Panther.” While his movie was breaking box office records, @chadwickboseman was partying with us. Now, that’s a party. Thank you @carla_sims and #TeamChappelle for another great event. #aNiceLife #BrandNice #dnicephotography 🙅🏽‍♂️ #WakandaForever

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Hanging after the show with the Greats.

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Wakanda Forever. #BlackPanther

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MAY 6, 2022 #BlackPanther

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Knowledge has always been power, but on June 19, 1865, over two years after the Emancipation Proclamation, knowledge finally brought delayed freedom to the slaves in Texas. Taking us closer to the ratification of 13th amendment in December 1865. ⁣ ⁣ Understanding our history is one of many ways to break the cycle of racial injustice in this country. ⁣ ⁣ Lift up and amplify Black voices. Support Black owned businesses. Reach back and mentor. Take action through causes and organizations like @blklivesmatter @naacp @campaignzero @bailproject @whenweallvote and @colorofchange. ⁣ ⁣ 155 years later, let’s all try to learn from our past so we can create a better future together. Not just today. Everyday.⁣ Happy #Juneteenth!

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