October 1968 – Three men in Mexico

(T H R E E  M E N  I N  M E X I C O)

Printed version – excerpt

Carlos, to the audience.-Ladies and Gentleman, distinguished guests,   welcome to the First bloodless revolution in the history! A revolution that won’t take bloodshed!(Pause.)
Carlos, rising.-My position came as a result of quite a bit of listening, reading and thinking for myself: In L.A., they could cut to a commercial; any place in America, they could cut off the medals ceremony by saying: no audience. Today, in Mexico, they cannot do that!(Carlos is becoming intensively impatient and agitated, picking up a small glass bottle of scotch and a familiar sized glass bottle from his sporting bag, and starting mixing some scotch with his Coke.)
Carlossipping slowly while moving around the stage. – …

My personal sport drink!… If you had ever been in Harlem, you would appreciate it. You would know it’s good stuff. If you lived where I lived, you would have grown up on it. My father used to tell me: “You can drink all you want as long as you can still go home and hang up your clothes instead of throwing them over a chair.” And I haven’t ever ‘gotten’ that drunk yet… Let’s get outta here!

Norman. –

You in a hurry or what?

Carlos. –

Uh-uh, you try me out Mister Detailman?… I got the feelin’. Give the Funk a chance!

Norman. –

Funk! Where’s that?

Carlos. –

Wherever you go, man! Mr. Brown; James Brown! Funk, it’s Jazz licks with a Gospel overtone. Funk will become the model for what is to come.
(Each time Carlos walks slowly away from the wooden bench, Smith whispers to Norman.)

Smith. –

John’s way is talking, that’s John, that’s his way; if you ever see him sitting and quiet you know he is sick. (Pause) Street’s was the only teaching he ever had, he wanted to play for the Brooklyn Dodgers because that was Jackie Robinson.

Norman. –

Yeah, right… and what happened?