Solomon Vandy: Dia, come on.Dia Vandy: Leave me alone!Solomon Vandy: Dia it is me, your father. Let's go.Dia Vandy: I don't know you! Fisherman!Dia Vandy: Get him, get him!
Maddy Bowen: My dad came home from the war in '69. It took him about... twenty years to get right.Danny Archer: You Americans - you Americans love to talk about your feelings, huh? So, what does that mean? What? You've got a thing for messed up vets now?Maddy Bowen: Shut up.Maddy Bowen: You lost both your parents.Danny Archer: That's a - That's a polite way of putting it, ja. Mum was raped and shot and um... Dad was decapitated and hung from a hook in the barn. I was nineDanny Archer: . Boo-hoo, right?Danny Archer: Sometimes I wonder, will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other? Then I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago.Danny Archer: It's uh... Ah, What's the point, huh?
This red earth, it's in our skin. The Shona say the colour comes from all the blood that's been spilled fighting over the land. This is home. You'll never leave Africa.
I understand White people want our diamonds, yes. But how can my own people do this to each other?
