Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have a family, too, Tom.
I figure I got some new stories now.
son of Omoro and Binta Kinte from Juffure
♪ And when the night fades away, ♪
You just never knew it.
What's wrong, son?
to help them fight back.
But the truth is I couldn't live in safety any longer,
Stop it right now. You shouldn't be around here.
Please, no!
Ashford's our family cat.
I'm not sure which is more exotic...
He part cannon hisself.
You're a sight for sore eyes.
Got Bushwhackers up on the ridge.
Who is Kunta Kinte?
When that hammer broke,
I was a damn fool.
Hmm.
We tried to keep in touch with them, Daddy, but, uh,
and let no evil smother my low, but powerful, glow.
You said you'd leave papers for my family,
Well, I'm happy to announce that, uh,
Cannoneers, cease fire!
Just bring yourself home safe.
Blessed is this earth 'cause my people lie beneath it.
I know you're here to rob me.
- ♪ Before the sun goes down? ♪ - Stop! Stop! Stop!
And in his journey, he became a hero for a new nation.
Kneel with me, Tom.
Common sense abandoned this country long ago.
Son, son!
Got a clock for a heart.
- ♪ Trouble of the world ♪ - I want to see a lot less talk
It don't seem to be helpin' me much.
♪ And when the door closes, ♪
Goodbye, sir.
Ain't the truth, Daddy.
I expect you to look after every shoe
a few weeks after we came.
Don't shoot.
found your letters to Mr. Pinkerton,
Never.
No, darling.
every the acres of my land that you clear and plant,
Daddy! I'm Li'l Kizzy.
What do I do?
Oh, my god.
The South's rushing to build a new arsenal,
You reckon, uh, them Johnny Rebs gave up huntin' us?
You going the wrong way, George.
Now, Daddy been gone a long time.
Thank you, sir, but Henning, Tennessee,
millions of men and women who struggled to survive
notes on our troop movements.
Of course, with a little bit of prompting,
Jerusalem.
As long as I impress you.
Get out of here. Now, Tom...
So am I, my love.
Ah.
That was long after he cut off my arm here.
I got lots to teach you about Kunta Kinte.
You a man without honor, Tom Lea.
After they kill me or... or sell me?
I'll shoot you, nigger, right here.
Tell me a story, George, about the African.
You pray in a church to a loving God,
Why was he working for you?
Take it, son.
Ain't truly round.
You leave here, you gonna be a free man. You hear me?
Wait, wait.
Always.
Got that Cherokee hair.
Now, what you gonna do about it?
Seven years?
Made a lot more money for this farm.
Once we have the intelligence,
- Oh, what about our blood? - Tell him, corporal.
- Should be plenty safe. - Mm-hmm.
He remembered how Kizzy said Kunta Kinte came to visit her,