Dave Chappelle: 8:46 (2020) Movie Script
Thank you! Thank you very much!
I hope you all can hear me.
Will you guys shut the fuck up!
Just kidding! That's my family in the
back, that's why I did that.
Anyway, this is weird. And less than
ideal circumstances to do a show.
But the only way to figure out if this
shit will actually work,
well is to do the goddamn show.
So, thank you all for coming.
I want to shout out
all the young people...
...who have had the courage
to go out and do all this amazing
work, protesting.
I am very proud of you.
You kids are excellent drivers. I am
comfortable in the back seat of the car.
So carry on, young ones.
It's hard to figure out what to say about
George Floyd. So I'm not going to say it yet.
I will say something.
Are you guys having a good
time, or is this weird?
I gotta tell you,
this is actually, like,
the first concert
in North America since all this shit
happened, so, like it or not, it's history.
It's going to be in the books.
At least we tried.
There's other comedians that would--
Well this is not the first show but the other
shows were like in drive-ins and if people
liked the nigga's jokes they'd honk the horn.
And that didn't sound like
any fun at all, did it?
So what's you guys? You a black
and white friend hanging out,
do you guys know each other?
It's going to be a quiet ride
home, isn't it? No, just kidding!
I'm just kidding, enjoy your riots.
I'm just kidding.
They're not really even riots.
You notice that?
This is a fucking weird time.
Mhmm.
In like 1993, I'm not sure
what year it was, but I was in LA.
I had smoked a joint and I was
watching a movie,
Apocalypse Now.
It was like just after 4:00
in the morning. And what later
would become the known
Northridge earthquake happened.
It felt like it started
in my apartment.
You know?
I'm from east of the Mississippi.
On this side we don't know
what earthquakes are
about. I got to tell you something, man
Excuse me, burping.
This shit was terrifying.
It was absolutely terrifying.
A lot of things went through my mind, I was
like, not naked, but you know what I mean,
just chilling in my boxers.
I put my clothes on, I found my weed.
And some, a pipe, and a lighter
and some money, and my
keys, all these things,
while the earthquake is happening,
while I'm
experiencing what an earthquake
is for the first time,
and I was certain that
I might very possibly
die. As a matter of fact,
I remember I made a point not to scream,
just in case I lived,
I wouldn't have to
remember myself
being vocally terrified.
But I forgave myself for being terrified.
That earthquake
couldn't have been
more than 35 seconds.
This man kneeled on a man's neck
for eight minutes and
forty-six seconds!
Can you imagine that!?
This kid thought he was going to die.
He knew he was going
to die.
He called for his mother.
He called for his dead mother.
I've only seen that once before
in my life, my father, on his deathbed,
called for his grandmother.
When I watched that tape I
understood this man knew
he was going to die.
People watched it,
people filmed it, and for some
reason, that I still don't understand,
all these fucking police had
their hands in their pockets.
Who. Are. You.
Talking. To!
What are you signifying?
That you can kneel on a man's neck
for eight minutes and forty-six seconds
and feel like you wouldn't
get the wrath of God.
That's what is happening right now.
It's not for a single cop,
it's for all of it.
Fucking all of it.
I don't mean to get heavy, but.
We gotta say something.
He told the police he couldn't breathe.
One of the hardest parts
of the tape to listen to.
He said, "Please!"
I can't tell you,
as a man,
watching another man go through
something like that, what it makes
you feel like.
I didn't watch the tape for a week.
I didn't watch it. I knew.
I saw a still picture, I said,
I don't want to see this,
because I can't unsee it.
But when I finally watched it,
I understood, nobody's
going home. Anyone who sees this,
well they're going to be furious.
So the other night,
I'm in my little clubhouse.
And I'm watching Don Lemon,
that hotbed of
reality.
He says, "Where are all these celebrities?
Why aren't you talking?"
This nigga said everybody. I was screaming at
the TV: I DARE YOU SAY ME, NIGGA!
I dare you!
Has anyone ever listened to me do comedy?
Have I not ever said anything about these
things before?
So, now, all the sudden,
this nigga expects me to step
in front of the streets and talk over the
work these people are doing? As a celebrity?
Answer me, do you want to see a celebrity
right now?
Do we give a fuck what Ja Rule thinks?
Does it matter about celebrity?
No! This is the
streets talking for themselves.
They don't need me right now!
I kept my mouth shut.
And I'll still keep my mouth shut.
But don't think that my silence is...
...complicit of all the shit
these niggas are saying. Trying
to get everyone to sing these fucking songs.
I know all these songs.
I was raised on these songs.
Why would anyone care what their favorite
comedian thinks after they saw a police
officer kneel on a man's neck for eight
minutes and forty-six seconds? I can't
get that number
out of my head...
...because it was my time of birth
on my birth certificate. I was
born at 8:46 in the morning.
And they killed this nigga.
And eight minutes
and forty-six seconds.
I watched everything
everybody says.
I see Candace Owens trying
to convince white America,
don't worry about it, he's a criminal anyway!
I don't give a fuck
what this nigga did.
I don't care what this nigga did.
I don't care if he personally
kicked Candace Owens
in her stanky pussy.
I don't know if it stinks
but I imagine it does.
And if I ever find out
I'll let you know for sure.
I'll tell like Azealia Banks,
I'll tell.
I'm the worst.
But I know why. I figured out why they want
to hear it from me, and it's serious.
The only reason people want to hear from
people like me is because you trust me.
You don't expect me
to think perfect.
But I don't lie to you.
I'm just a guy. And I don't lie
to you. And every institution,
every institution that we trust lies to us.
How come they never talk about Chris Dorner?
That's a story about a man who believed
he did everything right.
Do you know who Chris Dorner is?
Chris Dorner, if you remember, was an African
American police officer in the LA PD.
He was executing a warrant with his partner.
Who was a white woman.
And white women, I support you, but boy
if you all don't shut the fuck up.
During the process of
executing this warrant,
this white woman did
what Chris Dorner thought
was excessive force.
I don't know what she did.
She kicked the mother fucker
that was handcuffed,
or hit a guy that was handcuffed,
or something.
Chris Dorner,
the Black police officer that watched
this white woman do this,
reported this to his superior.
Made a formal complaint.
And was
subsequently fired from the LA PD.
He went through the system.
He took every legal avenue he believed
he had to get reinstated.
And he was not reinstated.
And when his last appeal was finished, this
motherfucker... some wild shit.
Wrote a manifesto,
you know where this is going.
And in that manifesto, he called me a genius.
Me. Dave Chappelle.
Not just me, but me.
He's a Kevin Hart fan too.
But he called me a genius. And he told
Bradley Cooper who is a friend of mine, don't
do any more Hangovers, nigga, that's enough.
That's what he said.
And he told his story. Chris Dorner told
his story, how he did everything right
when he was in the
military, and subsequently,
this was before
any of this shit happened, and
then he said,
which was the wildest thing,
he said I'm going to wage
asymmetrical war on the LA
police department and their families. Well,
that's an ominous thing to say.
And he did it.
This motherfucker,
ambushed two police officers...
...who just sitting
in their squad car. Murdered
them. He went to another police
officer's house and killed his daughter.
Boy, it was terrifying.
And this motherfucker was on the run. He
was doing it. I was supposed to do the
GRAMMYs. I was supposed to present at the
GRAMMYs that week, and a guy from the LA PD
called me and said, "Mr. Chappelle we
understand you're coming to Los Angeles,
and I don't know if you
know, but there is a lunatic
on the streets...
...who is killing police officers
and we would like to know
if we can pick you up at the airport? We are
extending this courtesy to everyone he
mentioned in his manifesto.
And I told the police, I'm fine.
I read the manifesto,
he likes me.
Is there anything I can do for you, nigga?
Because I get very worried!
They found him.
Big Bear. He was hiding in a cabin. When they
figured out where this nigga was, no less
than 400 police officers showed up and
answered the call. And boy let me tell you
something, they swiss-cheesed this nigga.
He is dead as dead could be. He is done.
And you know why 400 cops showed up?
Because one of their own was murdered.
So how the fuck can't they understand what's
going on in these streets?
We saw ourselves like you see yourself.
They weren't the only one.
LeBron James once said something about
racism and Laura Ingraham, which, I will
say publicly anywhere, any time, is a cunt.
Tell 'em I said it.
Told one of Ohio's greatest residents ever:
"Shut up and dribble."
I'll tell you something about LeBron.
This nigga was on the cover of Sports
Illustrated when he was 17 years old, and
exceeded every expectation that they had
for him. This business is treacherous. This
is a good guy LeBron,
he's a family man,
and this, that and the other.
He didn't let anyone
down. He didn't let anyone down. Came back
to Ohio, won us a championship, and then was
like, I'm going to move to LA, and everyone
in Ohio was like, nigga we understand.
He's a good man, LaBron James. The bitch told
my friend to shut up and dribble. My friend
is the best at something, and
this bitch is not the best at anything.
Just a regular-ass white bitch
with a platform. And I use the word bitch
all the time because this is "black."
Watch one shooting after another:
Eric Garner in New York,
the first guy that
told the police, "I
can't breathe." Eric Garner was selling
loose cigarettes in Staten Island.
When my kid was born,
my first son, my wife lived
in Staten Island,
it's an awful place.
She knows it, everyone who's
ever been there knows it. Yuck, to Staten
Island.
And my black ass would go there, and I
got a lot of fans there, and friends there,
but this is a very terrible place.
Fuck everybody in Staten Island
except the Wu Tang Clan.
Got murdered by one police officer while five
of his fellow officers watched him do it.
Not one of them said,
"Frank, Frank take it easy."
None of that shit.
Because they were being
recorded. Because
they were afraid...
...if I correct my fellow officer
on this camera it's going to open
us up for some kind of liability. And the guy
killed the person that they were, what
do you call it? Apprehending? The guy was
selling loose cigarettes.
There goes Eric Garner.
And then we have one after the other.
Trayvon Martin gets murdered
by just a regular nigga that...
George Zimmerman is nobody.
George Zimmerman is an awful human
being. He threatened Beyonce's life, he
threatened Jay-Z's life, he signed Skittle
bags because Trayvon Martin had Skittles
on him when he was murdered by George
Zimmerman. Boy, how do we feel?
How do we feel right now?
This kid was 15 years old being followed
by a grown man with a gun
and whooped his monkey ass. He beat the shit
out of George Zimmerman and George Zimmerman
murdered him,
I'm very upset.
This kid looked eerily like the president,
he looked like my own
children. I hate George
Zimmerman. As an idea.
Not as a guy, I've never met him.
I'm sure I would though.
Hit the streets.
You got them marching.
Dylann Roof. Dylann Roof
killed eight people in a church
in Charleston, South Carolina.
He prayed with them first, and
then he shot them at point-blank range.
It goes on and on. And in one weekend a law
abiding citizen right here in Beaver Creek
is murdered. The cop
that murdered John Crawford...
...pulled me over the night
before and let me off
with a warning. And the
next day, kills a kid.
He says, drop the weapon,
bang bang bang.
This kid didn't even have enough time to
register that he was the one being spoken to.
This is our home town.
It happened right here.
I was very proud to be
your neighbor, I love the
way you guys hit those streets.
We said his name and we tried to
make sure everyone remembered him
but he got lost
in the sauce.
And this guy John Crawford
was a saint. He was there buying
shit so him and his kids could make s'mores.
Michael Brown got shot the same week,
and Michael Brown became the story.
And then, am I boring you?
Well then, right back in Minneapolis was
Philando Castile. Law abiding citizen, was
a registered gun carrier, was trying to show
police the paperwork for his registered
weapon and was murdered in front of his
wife and his child and then right in
Baton Rouge, Louisiana, just two days later
it happens again. And what do you think is
going to happen?
Three days later nine cops get murdered
in Dallas at a Black Lives Matter
rally.
Wow, I'll never forget it.
It was the first time I ever thought,
I gotta get my family the fuck out of
this place. These niggas
will never understand.
I'm tired of explaining
to these people something
that's so goddamn obvious.
The guy that killed
those nine cops,
just like Chris Dorner before him,
was from our military.
And then right after
he did it,
another four cops were shot dead
in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Again, a Black man,
that served in our military.
What are they doing?
Why would our guys do that?
Black people
from the military?
Because they believe, just like
they did when they were joining
the fucking military,
that they were fighting acts of terror.
These are our people.
These are our countrymen.
If I were white, and saw one of these men get
murdered and I was in the NRA why wouldn't
I stand up for them. A card carrying legal
gun owner that gets murdered in cold blood?
Because he's Black.
That's why they don't give a fuck.
There's only one time the NRA ever
supported an assault weapon ban.
You know when it was? It was when the
Black Panthers stormed the state capital
with assault rifles in California.
Candace Owens, that rotten bitch.
She's the worst. I can't think of a worse way
to make money.
The most articulate idiot I've ever seen in
my fucking life. She's so articulate she'll
tell you how fucking stupid she is precisely.
And she told George Floyd's wrap record...
On the internet.
"He was the this, he did that,
and he was, he's a drug addict.
And he was not
a hero. And why does the Black community
make him a hero? Why do you chose him as
a hero?" We didn't
chose him, you did!
They killed him, and that wasn't right,
so he's the guy.
We're not desperate for heroes in the Black
community. Any nigga that survives this
nightmare is my goddamn hero.
This is not funny at all.
I got some pussy jokes too, I could do,
but I just really just...
Slavery is a really wild concept.
It's some weird shit.
The night that those nine police officers
were killed felt like the end of the world.
The only reason it wasn't the end of the
world, in my opinion, was because at the
very same time that was happening, Kobe
Bryant was playing his last game as an LA
Laker. And as scary as all that shit was, I
kept flipping back to see if Kobe would drop
sixty, and he did. And he did.
And vaguely in the back of my mind I remember
the idiot ass bitch telling somebody to shut
up and dribble, and I watched this nigga
dribbling and saving this goddamn country
from itself. I loved Kobe Bryant. He died the
night, the day I won a GRAMMY, he died.
That's why I didn't show up at the GRAMMYs.
Because Kobe died. They had both of his
fucking jersey numbers hanging up. 8, 24.
Well, that's my birthday.
I cried like a baby.
So, here's what I said on Saturday Night
Live that I got completely wrong:
At the end of my set I talked about how few
Black people were invited to the White House.
How Frederick Douglass was the first. And
that it didn't happen again until Roosevelt.
But that was wrong. It happened one other
time before that. Woodrow Wilson. Woodrow
Wilson received delegation of
African Americans at the White House.
They were from South
Carolina. There was a man who was lynched for
a $30 dispute at a grain elevator and they
killed him because the nigga was rich, and
they hated him for being more welathy then
they were, and they murdered him. And the
people in South Carolina said, fuck that, and
they went via the governor
of South Carolina,
it was a Black delegation
that was facilitated to
meet with Woodrow Wilson.
That delegation was lead
by the AME Bishop William David Chappelle.
That's where
I get my name.
It was my great-grandfather,
who was a slave when he was born.
These things are not old. This is not a long
time ago, it's today. It's today.
That man's wife
was the woman...
...that my father called on
on his deathbed. And they were slaves.
Are you out of your fucking mind if you
can't see that? And these niggas say why
isn't David Chappelle saying anything?
Because David Chappelle understands what the
fuck he is seeing.
And these streets will speak
for themselves weather I'm alive or dead.
I trust you guys.
I love you guys.
We'll keep this space open.
This is the last stronghold for civil
discourse. After this shit it's just
rat-a-tat-tata-tat-ta-tat-tat-TAT!
I love you very much,
thank you for being here. Goodnight.
"Nobody Speak by DJ Shadow feat.
Run the Jewels"
I hope you all can hear me.
Will you guys shut the fuck up!
Just kidding! That's my family in the
back, that's why I did that.
Anyway, this is weird. And less than
ideal circumstances to do a show.
But the only way to figure out if this
shit will actually work,
well is to do the goddamn show.
So, thank you all for coming.
I want to shout out
all the young people...
...who have had the courage
to go out and do all this amazing
work, protesting.
I am very proud of you.
You kids are excellent drivers. I am
comfortable in the back seat of the car.
So carry on, young ones.
It's hard to figure out what to say about
George Floyd. So I'm not going to say it yet.
I will say something.
Are you guys having a good
time, or is this weird?
I gotta tell you,
this is actually, like,
the first concert
in North America since all this shit
happened, so, like it or not, it's history.
It's going to be in the books.
At least we tried.
There's other comedians that would--
Well this is not the first show but the other
shows were like in drive-ins and if people
liked the nigga's jokes they'd honk the horn.
And that didn't sound like
any fun at all, did it?
So what's you guys? You a black
and white friend hanging out,
do you guys know each other?
It's going to be a quiet ride
home, isn't it? No, just kidding!
I'm just kidding, enjoy your riots.
I'm just kidding.
They're not really even riots.
You notice that?
This is a fucking weird time.
Mhmm.
In like 1993, I'm not sure
what year it was, but I was in LA.
I had smoked a joint and I was
watching a movie,
Apocalypse Now.
It was like just after 4:00
in the morning. And what later
would become the known
Northridge earthquake happened.
It felt like it started
in my apartment.
You know?
I'm from east of the Mississippi.
On this side we don't know
what earthquakes are
about. I got to tell you something, man
Excuse me, burping.
This shit was terrifying.
It was absolutely terrifying.
A lot of things went through my mind, I was
like, not naked, but you know what I mean,
just chilling in my boxers.
I put my clothes on, I found my weed.
And some, a pipe, and a lighter
and some money, and my
keys, all these things,
while the earthquake is happening,
while I'm
experiencing what an earthquake
is for the first time,
and I was certain that
I might very possibly
die. As a matter of fact,
I remember I made a point not to scream,
just in case I lived,
I wouldn't have to
remember myself
being vocally terrified.
But I forgave myself for being terrified.
That earthquake
couldn't have been
more than 35 seconds.
This man kneeled on a man's neck
for eight minutes and
forty-six seconds!
Can you imagine that!?
This kid thought he was going to die.
He knew he was going
to die.
He called for his mother.
He called for his dead mother.
I've only seen that once before
in my life, my father, on his deathbed,
called for his grandmother.
When I watched that tape I
understood this man knew
he was going to die.
People watched it,
people filmed it, and for some
reason, that I still don't understand,
all these fucking police had
their hands in their pockets.
Who. Are. You.
Talking. To!
What are you signifying?
That you can kneel on a man's neck
for eight minutes and forty-six seconds
and feel like you wouldn't
get the wrath of God.
That's what is happening right now.
It's not for a single cop,
it's for all of it.
Fucking all of it.
I don't mean to get heavy, but.
We gotta say something.
He told the police he couldn't breathe.
One of the hardest parts
of the tape to listen to.
He said, "Please!"
I can't tell you,
as a man,
watching another man go through
something like that, what it makes
you feel like.
I didn't watch the tape for a week.
I didn't watch it. I knew.
I saw a still picture, I said,
I don't want to see this,
because I can't unsee it.
But when I finally watched it,
I understood, nobody's
going home. Anyone who sees this,
well they're going to be furious.
So the other night,
I'm in my little clubhouse.
And I'm watching Don Lemon,
that hotbed of
reality.
He says, "Where are all these celebrities?
Why aren't you talking?"
This nigga said everybody. I was screaming at
the TV: I DARE YOU SAY ME, NIGGA!
I dare you!
Has anyone ever listened to me do comedy?
Have I not ever said anything about these
things before?
So, now, all the sudden,
this nigga expects me to step
in front of the streets and talk over the
work these people are doing? As a celebrity?
Answer me, do you want to see a celebrity
right now?
Do we give a fuck what Ja Rule thinks?
Does it matter about celebrity?
No! This is the
streets talking for themselves.
They don't need me right now!
I kept my mouth shut.
And I'll still keep my mouth shut.
But don't think that my silence is...
...complicit of all the shit
these niggas are saying. Trying
to get everyone to sing these fucking songs.
I know all these songs.
I was raised on these songs.
Why would anyone care what their favorite
comedian thinks after they saw a police
officer kneel on a man's neck for eight
minutes and forty-six seconds? I can't
get that number
out of my head...
...because it was my time of birth
on my birth certificate. I was
born at 8:46 in the morning.
And they killed this nigga.
And eight minutes
and forty-six seconds.
I watched everything
everybody says.
I see Candace Owens trying
to convince white America,
don't worry about it, he's a criminal anyway!
I don't give a fuck
what this nigga did.
I don't care what this nigga did.
I don't care if he personally
kicked Candace Owens
in her stanky pussy.
I don't know if it stinks
but I imagine it does.
And if I ever find out
I'll let you know for sure.
I'll tell like Azealia Banks,
I'll tell.
I'm the worst.
But I know why. I figured out why they want
to hear it from me, and it's serious.
The only reason people want to hear from
people like me is because you trust me.
You don't expect me
to think perfect.
But I don't lie to you.
I'm just a guy. And I don't lie
to you. And every institution,
every institution that we trust lies to us.
How come they never talk about Chris Dorner?
That's a story about a man who believed
he did everything right.
Do you know who Chris Dorner is?
Chris Dorner, if you remember, was an African
American police officer in the LA PD.
He was executing a warrant with his partner.
Who was a white woman.
And white women, I support you, but boy
if you all don't shut the fuck up.
During the process of
executing this warrant,
this white woman did
what Chris Dorner thought
was excessive force.
I don't know what she did.
She kicked the mother fucker
that was handcuffed,
or hit a guy that was handcuffed,
or something.
Chris Dorner,
the Black police officer that watched
this white woman do this,
reported this to his superior.
Made a formal complaint.
And was
subsequently fired from the LA PD.
He went through the system.
He took every legal avenue he believed
he had to get reinstated.
And he was not reinstated.
And when his last appeal was finished, this
motherfucker... some wild shit.
Wrote a manifesto,
you know where this is going.
And in that manifesto, he called me a genius.
Me. Dave Chappelle.
Not just me, but me.
He's a Kevin Hart fan too.
But he called me a genius. And he told
Bradley Cooper who is a friend of mine, don't
do any more Hangovers, nigga, that's enough.
That's what he said.
And he told his story. Chris Dorner told
his story, how he did everything right
when he was in the
military, and subsequently,
this was before
any of this shit happened, and
then he said,
which was the wildest thing,
he said I'm going to wage
asymmetrical war on the LA
police department and their families. Well,
that's an ominous thing to say.
And he did it.
This motherfucker,
ambushed two police officers...
...who just sitting
in their squad car. Murdered
them. He went to another police
officer's house and killed his daughter.
Boy, it was terrifying.
And this motherfucker was on the run. He
was doing it. I was supposed to do the
GRAMMYs. I was supposed to present at the
GRAMMYs that week, and a guy from the LA PD
called me and said, "Mr. Chappelle we
understand you're coming to Los Angeles,
and I don't know if you
know, but there is a lunatic
on the streets...
...who is killing police officers
and we would like to know
if we can pick you up at the airport? We are
extending this courtesy to everyone he
mentioned in his manifesto.
And I told the police, I'm fine.
I read the manifesto,
he likes me.
Is there anything I can do for you, nigga?
Because I get very worried!
They found him.
Big Bear. He was hiding in a cabin. When they
figured out where this nigga was, no less
than 400 police officers showed up and
answered the call. And boy let me tell you
something, they swiss-cheesed this nigga.
He is dead as dead could be. He is done.
And you know why 400 cops showed up?
Because one of their own was murdered.
So how the fuck can't they understand what's
going on in these streets?
We saw ourselves like you see yourself.
They weren't the only one.
LeBron James once said something about
racism and Laura Ingraham, which, I will
say publicly anywhere, any time, is a cunt.
Tell 'em I said it.
Told one of Ohio's greatest residents ever:
"Shut up and dribble."
I'll tell you something about LeBron.
This nigga was on the cover of Sports
Illustrated when he was 17 years old, and
exceeded every expectation that they had
for him. This business is treacherous. This
is a good guy LeBron,
he's a family man,
and this, that and the other.
He didn't let anyone
down. He didn't let anyone down. Came back
to Ohio, won us a championship, and then was
like, I'm going to move to LA, and everyone
in Ohio was like, nigga we understand.
He's a good man, LaBron James. The bitch told
my friend to shut up and dribble. My friend
is the best at something, and
this bitch is not the best at anything.
Just a regular-ass white bitch
with a platform. And I use the word bitch
all the time because this is "black."
Watch one shooting after another:
Eric Garner in New York,
the first guy that
told the police, "I
can't breathe." Eric Garner was selling
loose cigarettes in Staten Island.
When my kid was born,
my first son, my wife lived
in Staten Island,
it's an awful place.
She knows it, everyone who's
ever been there knows it. Yuck, to Staten
Island.
And my black ass would go there, and I
got a lot of fans there, and friends there,
but this is a very terrible place.
Fuck everybody in Staten Island
except the Wu Tang Clan.
Got murdered by one police officer while five
of his fellow officers watched him do it.
Not one of them said,
"Frank, Frank take it easy."
None of that shit.
Because they were being
recorded. Because
they were afraid...
...if I correct my fellow officer
on this camera it's going to open
us up for some kind of liability. And the guy
killed the person that they were, what
do you call it? Apprehending? The guy was
selling loose cigarettes.
There goes Eric Garner.
And then we have one after the other.
Trayvon Martin gets murdered
by just a regular nigga that...
George Zimmerman is nobody.
George Zimmerman is an awful human
being. He threatened Beyonce's life, he
threatened Jay-Z's life, he signed Skittle
bags because Trayvon Martin had Skittles
on him when he was murdered by George
Zimmerman. Boy, how do we feel?
How do we feel right now?
This kid was 15 years old being followed
by a grown man with a gun
and whooped his monkey ass. He beat the shit
out of George Zimmerman and George Zimmerman
murdered him,
I'm very upset.
This kid looked eerily like the president,
he looked like my own
children. I hate George
Zimmerman. As an idea.
Not as a guy, I've never met him.
I'm sure I would though.
Hit the streets.
You got them marching.
Dylann Roof. Dylann Roof
killed eight people in a church
in Charleston, South Carolina.
He prayed with them first, and
then he shot them at point-blank range.
It goes on and on. And in one weekend a law
abiding citizen right here in Beaver Creek
is murdered. The cop
that murdered John Crawford...
...pulled me over the night
before and let me off
with a warning. And the
next day, kills a kid.
He says, drop the weapon,
bang bang bang.
This kid didn't even have enough time to
register that he was the one being spoken to.
This is our home town.
It happened right here.
I was very proud to be
your neighbor, I love the
way you guys hit those streets.
We said his name and we tried to
make sure everyone remembered him
but he got lost
in the sauce.
And this guy John Crawford
was a saint. He was there buying
shit so him and his kids could make s'mores.
Michael Brown got shot the same week,
and Michael Brown became the story.
And then, am I boring you?
Well then, right back in Minneapolis was
Philando Castile. Law abiding citizen, was
a registered gun carrier, was trying to show
police the paperwork for his registered
weapon and was murdered in front of his
wife and his child and then right in
Baton Rouge, Louisiana, just two days later
it happens again. And what do you think is
going to happen?
Three days later nine cops get murdered
in Dallas at a Black Lives Matter
rally.
Wow, I'll never forget it.
It was the first time I ever thought,
I gotta get my family the fuck out of
this place. These niggas
will never understand.
I'm tired of explaining
to these people something
that's so goddamn obvious.
The guy that killed
those nine cops,
just like Chris Dorner before him,
was from our military.
And then right after
he did it,
another four cops were shot dead
in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Again, a Black man,
that served in our military.
What are they doing?
Why would our guys do that?
Black people
from the military?
Because they believe, just like
they did when they were joining
the fucking military,
that they were fighting acts of terror.
These are our people.
These are our countrymen.
If I were white, and saw one of these men get
murdered and I was in the NRA why wouldn't
I stand up for them. A card carrying legal
gun owner that gets murdered in cold blood?
Because he's Black.
That's why they don't give a fuck.
There's only one time the NRA ever
supported an assault weapon ban.
You know when it was? It was when the
Black Panthers stormed the state capital
with assault rifles in California.
Candace Owens, that rotten bitch.
She's the worst. I can't think of a worse way
to make money.
The most articulate idiot I've ever seen in
my fucking life. She's so articulate she'll
tell you how fucking stupid she is precisely.
And she told George Floyd's wrap record...
On the internet.
"He was the this, he did that,
and he was, he's a drug addict.
And he was not
a hero. And why does the Black community
make him a hero? Why do you chose him as
a hero?" We didn't
chose him, you did!
They killed him, and that wasn't right,
so he's the guy.
We're not desperate for heroes in the Black
community. Any nigga that survives this
nightmare is my goddamn hero.
This is not funny at all.
I got some pussy jokes too, I could do,
but I just really just...
Slavery is a really wild concept.
It's some weird shit.
The night that those nine police officers
were killed felt like the end of the world.
The only reason it wasn't the end of the
world, in my opinion, was because at the
very same time that was happening, Kobe
Bryant was playing his last game as an LA
Laker. And as scary as all that shit was, I
kept flipping back to see if Kobe would drop
sixty, and he did. And he did.
And vaguely in the back of my mind I remember
the idiot ass bitch telling somebody to shut
up and dribble, and I watched this nigga
dribbling and saving this goddamn country
from itself. I loved Kobe Bryant. He died the
night, the day I won a GRAMMY, he died.
That's why I didn't show up at the GRAMMYs.
Because Kobe died. They had both of his
fucking jersey numbers hanging up. 8, 24.
Well, that's my birthday.
I cried like a baby.
So, here's what I said on Saturday Night
Live that I got completely wrong:
At the end of my set I talked about how few
Black people were invited to the White House.
How Frederick Douglass was the first. And
that it didn't happen again until Roosevelt.
But that was wrong. It happened one other
time before that. Woodrow Wilson. Woodrow
Wilson received delegation of
African Americans at the White House.
They were from South
Carolina. There was a man who was lynched for
a $30 dispute at a grain elevator and they
killed him because the nigga was rich, and
they hated him for being more welathy then
they were, and they murdered him. And the
people in South Carolina said, fuck that, and
they went via the governor
of South Carolina,
it was a Black delegation
that was facilitated to
meet with Woodrow Wilson.
That delegation was lead
by the AME Bishop William David Chappelle.
That's where
I get my name.
It was my great-grandfather,
who was a slave when he was born.
These things are not old. This is not a long
time ago, it's today. It's today.
That man's wife
was the woman...
...that my father called on
on his deathbed. And they were slaves.
Are you out of your fucking mind if you
can't see that? And these niggas say why
isn't David Chappelle saying anything?
Because David Chappelle understands what the
fuck he is seeing.
And these streets will speak
for themselves weather I'm alive or dead.
I trust you guys.
I love you guys.
We'll keep this space open.
This is the last stronghold for civil
discourse. After this shit it's just
rat-a-tat-tata-tat-ta-tat-tat-TAT!
I love you very much,
thank you for being here. Goodnight.
"Nobody Speak by DJ Shadow feat.
Run the Jewels"