On accepting the futility of resistance.

At least there’s someone saying “a black Ave Maria” for me…

Ain’t it strange when we die, our folks like to rejoice — but when it comes to the living, that’s it. The hype I’m layin’ down for them people inside, it ain’t dangerous. I’m just selling them a little bit o’ happiness, you know? From the Happy Land. We’re all gonna die — so all I want ’em to have is some peace…It’s my job to make them believe that they’re going to get it better on the other side. It’s my job. Moo-Moo, the boy you saved, and those other kids, they’re layin’ down the real religion. They got it. You offer pretty good news to me, slappin’ up on some white cops. Yes, indeed. I’m gonna say a black Ave Maria for you. Like the kids say, “later for waiting.” You saved a plant that they were planning to pick in the bud. That’s why the Man’s down on you. That’s why the Man’s down on you. I’m still gonna say a black Ave Maria for you.

In invoking the lines of the corrupt black preacher promising to pray for Sweet Sweetback’s safe travels as a fugitive from the cops in Melvin van…