"He didn't realize that being poor was what was killing him."
In other words all the racism from the poor whites was simply misdirected anger at a group of people (blacks) who had nothing to do with their situation. The wealthy Southern white establishment had always used that to maintain the social order of the South. Its no wonder in the last weeks and months of the Civil War, disillusioned confederate soldiers were talking about the conflict as a "rich man's war but a poor man's fight", for it was in those last days they finally realized they were being used as pawns by cotton kings and other wealthy elites who didn't want their ante-bellum plantation "eden" to disappear forever.
An excellent observation. Couple that line with "Some things are worth dying for / Down here, some things are worth killing for" and I am REALLY looking forward to Chris Gerolmo's "Over There" on FX Network. The man has talent at compressing meaning into a few words. I wonder how much will carry to the new show.
Agent Anderson: You know, if I were a Negro, I'd probably think the same way they do. Agent Ward: If you were a Negro, nobody would give a damn what you thought.
""I dont know how to put this but....Im kind of a big deal. People know me.""- Ron Burgundy
Did you strike a blow for the white man that night, Deputy? Huh? Did ya? Did you smile when the bulldozer ran over the black kid's body? Huh? Did ya smile? DID YA? HUH?
Anderson: [while grabbing Bailey by the balls] Now you listen here, Sh!tkicker! Don't you go confusin' me with some whole other body. You must be thinkin' with your dick if you think we're gonna just walk away from this. We're gonna stay 'till this gets done.
I love the whole exchange between Ward and Anderson after Pell assaulted his wife. I'll try to transcribe it from memory.
Ward: Uh, Mr. Anderson, stop. Mr. Anderson! Anderson: Go to hell. Ward: I'm telling you to stop and I mean it. We're not killers. That's the difference between them and us. Anderson: No, that's the difference between them and you! Ward: You're not anymore like them than I am. Anderson: Wrong! What do care what I do to some son of a b!tch hiding behind a sheriffs badge? Don't you have the whole world to change? Ward: I'm changing it. Anderson: Oh, you're just as arrogant as you are stupid. Ward: You're changing it too. Anderson: Well, I'm sure as hell going to change some of it now. Ward: Don't do this. Don't go messing this up just because you're partial to fooling around with potential witnesses! Anderson: Why you . . . . (they struggle, and Ward pulls his gun) Anderson: It don't mean sh!t to have a gun unless you're man enough to use it! Ward: I'll kill you right now unless you listen to what I have to say. Anderson: F$#% you. Ward: Let me go. Let me go! (they release each other) We'll go after all of them, together. Anderson: You wouldn't know how. Ward: You're going to teach me how. Anderson: You don't have the guts! Ward: Not only do I have the guts, I have the authority! Anderson: What's that supposed to mean? Ward: New rules. We nail them, any way we can, including your way. Anderson: Is this you talking, or is someone pulling your strings? Ward: Both Anderson: We do it my way? Ward: Your way. Anderson: With my people? Ward: Whatever it takes. Anderson: All right, all right. Give me a minute. (to Mr. Bird) You think he would have shot me? Mr. Bird: Oh, yes sir. Anderson: Ballsy little B#$stard, isn't he?