Doctor Senator: You didn't serve in the war, did you?
[Ebal grunts]
Doctor Senator: I was in the legal corps. Army. Pushing papers. After the cease-fire, they send me to Nuremberg for the trials. Last Negro in Germany, I'd imagine.
Ebal Violante: Mmm-hmm.
Doctor Senator: You ever heard of the Double V? It's what they sold us. Fight for our country, and we get two victories. One for America and one for we sons of servitude. No more lynchings. No more blackjacks at the polls.
Ebal Violante: Hmm. Okay.
Doctor Senator: So they send me to Nuremberg, and this colonel tells me he's got a big job for me. Says, You're going to interview Herman Goring, the Reichsmarschall himself. Says, Days, weeks, however long it takes to get him to talk. Says, I need you, Doctor Senator, Esquire, to use your training, your skills to build the people's case. Well, now, what is that if not the Double Victory, hmm? So I sit with the man for six weeks, eight hours a day, six days a week, and we get into it. The first two weeks, he just stares at me, murder in his eyes. But I use my wiles. You know, appeal to his ego, get him talking. Soon he won't shut up. Bragging about every little thing, and I type it down and write it up for the colonel word-for-word. I spend two weeks crafting my conclusion, my analysis of international law. Then, one Sunday morning, after services, I knock on the colonel's door and I give him my report. You know what he does? Throws it in the trash. Yeah. 400 pages with footnotes. Throws it in the trash and says, I just wanted to make that old Nazi squirm... having to answer to a Negro.
[Senator's voice trails off, his face contorted in anger and pain]
Doctor Senator: So... you say respect the deal? Excuse me if I say our word is exactly as good as yours.
