by Merle McClintock » Fri Feb 27, 2009 1:21 am
Merle nods. "You're right. You've probably been shit on since you were a kid. People thought you were a freak, a danger, a weapon."
He makes eye contact.
"But they're wrong. Every day of our lives, we have to prove them wrong. We have to be the people they don't expect us to be, until maybe our kids get a fair break. Same as blacks in America, same as us Irish."
He sees that the group is actually interested in him speaking, and that keeps him going. This is actually one of his better speeches.
"They want us to be animals. They want to cage us, contain us, and when we're not funny or cute anymore, they're going to put us to pasture. Not all of them want that, but there are a few, very powerful people who want it."
"Can I get your cell number? You're a pretty smart guy."
"My point is, that when you give them a reason, they'll take it. They'll take it out on the storekeepers here, they'll take it out on the mutants in Surrey, in Sussex, in Knightsbridge or Mayfair. The poor orphan kids in Versailles, the German watchmaker's son in the wrong neighborhood at the wrong time.
Whoever's causing all this bullshit wants us to show we don't belong. Let's calm down, grab a pint maybe, and give them what they least want.
A bunch of muties worth respecting."