The Great Dictator

I'm sorry but I don't want to be an Emperor - that's not my business - I

don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if

possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another,

human beings are like that.

We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery.

We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is

room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for

everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful.

But we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls - has

barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and

bloodshed. We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in:

machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has

made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind.

We think too much and feel too little: More than machinery we need

humanity; More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness.

Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The

airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of

these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal

brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching

millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and

little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison
innocent people. To those who can hear me I say Do not despair. The

misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of

men who fear the way of human progress: the hate of men will pass and

dictators die, and the power they took from the people, will return to the

people and so long as men die, liberty will never perish...

Soldiers - don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you,

enslave you - who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think

and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as

cannon fodder! Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine

men, with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines!

You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your

hearts. You don't hate - only the unloved hate - the unloved and the

unnatural. Soldiers - don't fight for slavery, fight for liberty! In the

seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written the kingdom of God is

within man - not one man, nor a group of men - but in all men - in you!

You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power

to create happiness! You the people have the power to make this life free

and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure!

Then in the name of democracy let us use that power - let us all

unite!!! Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a

chance to work, that will give you the future and old age and security. By

the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie! They
do not fulfil their promise, they never will! Dictators free themselves but

they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us

fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, to do away with

greed, with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of reason, a

world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness.

Soldiers - in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

The Darkest Hour

Turning once again to the question of invasion, I would observe that

there has never been a period in all these long centuries of which we

boast when an absolute guarantee against invasion could have been given

to our people. But I have myself full confidence that if all do their duty, if

nothing is neglected, and the best arrangements are made as they are

being made, we shall prove ourselves once more able to defend our island
home. To ride out the storm of war and to outlive the menace of tyranny.

If necessary, for years, if necessary, alone.

At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is the resolve

of His Majesty’s Government, every man of them. That is the will of

Parliament and nation. The British Empire and the French Republic,

linked together in their cause and in their need, will defend to the death

their native soil. Aiding each other like good comrades to the utmost of

their strength. Even though large tracts of Europe and many old and

famous states have fallen or may fall into the grip of the Gestapo and all

the odious apparatus of the Nazi rule, we shall not flag or fail.

We shall go on to the end! We shall fight in France.

We shall fight on the seas and the oceans.

We shall fight with growing confidence and growing strengths in the air.

We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be.

We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds.

We shall fight in the fields and in the streets. We shall fight in the hills.

We shall never surrender!

And if which I do not for a moment believe, this island or large part of it

were subjugated and starving, then our empire beyond the seas, armed

and guarded by the British fleet, armed and guarded by the British fleet,

would carry on the struggle. Until, in God’s good time, the New World,

with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of

the old!

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Trask: Mr. Simms, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar.
Frank: But not a snitch!
Trask: Excuse me?
Frank: No, I don't think I will.
Trask: Mr. Slade
Frank: This is such a crock of shit!
Trask: Please watch your language, Mr. Slade; you are in the Baird School,
not a barracks(百瑞克斯). Mr. Simms, I will give you one final opportunity
to speak up.
Frank: Mr. Simms doesn't want it. He doesn't need to be labeled, still worthy
of being a Baird man! What the hell is that? What is your motto here? Boys,
inform on your classmates, save your hide, anything short of that, we're
gonna burn you at the stake? Well, gentleman, when the shit hits the fan,
some guys run and some guys stay, here's Charlie, facing the fire and there's
George hiding in big daddy's pocket. And what are you doing? And you are
gonna reward George, and destroy Charlie.
Trask: Are you finished, Mr. Slade?
Frank: No, I'm just getting warmed up! I don't know who went to this place,
William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryant, William Tell, whoever,
their spirit is dead, if they ever had one. It's gone. You're building a rat ship
here, a vessel for seagoing snitches. And if you think you're preparing these
minnows for manhood, you better think again, because I say you're killing
the very spirit this institution proclaims it instills. What a shame! What kind
of a show are you guys putting on here today? I mean, the only class in this
act is sitting next to me, I'm here to tell you this boy's soul is intact, it's non-
negotiable, you know how I know, someone here, and I'm not gonna say
who, offered to buy it, only Charlie here wasn't selling.
Trask: Sir, you're out of order.
Frank: Out of order ? I'll show you out of order. You don't know what out of
order is, Mr. Trask, I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too
fucking blind, if I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a flame
thrower to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talking
to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see, and I have
seen, boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs
ripped off, but there is nothing like the sight of an amputated(按皮忒贴的)
spirit. There is no prosthetic for that, you think you're merely sending this
splendid foot solider back home to Oregen with his tail between his legs, but
I say you're executing his soul! And why? Because he is not a Baird man.
Baird men, you hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums, the lot of you.
And Harry, Jimmy, and Trent, wherever you are out there, fuck you too!
Trask: Stand down, Mr. Slade!
Frank: I'm not finished. As I came in here, I heard those words: cradle(亏头)
of leadership. Well, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and it has
fallen here, it has fallen. Makers of men, creators of leaders, be careful what
kind of leaders you're producing here. I don't know if Charlie's silence here
today is right or wrong, I'm not a judge or jury, but I can tell you this: he
won't sell anybody out to buy his future! And that my friends is called
integrity, that's called courage. Now, that's the stuff leaders should be made
of. Now I have come to crossroads in my life, I always knew what the right
path was. Without exception, I knew, but I never took it, you know why? it
was too dame hard. Now here's Charlie, he's come to the crossroads, he has
chosen a path. It's the right path, it's a path made of principle that leads to
character. Let him continue on his journey. You hold this boy's future in
your hands, committee, it's a valuable future, believe me. Don't destroy it,
protect it. Embrace it. It's gonna make you proud one day, I promise you.
How's that for cornball?