I don't care.

Hell, you've got 2000 people marching up in Harlem.

Well, good for you.

But when you have people come inside the white House inside the White House on a tour they just sat down, Martin.

They sat down in the main corridor, started singing and shouting.

Well, I won't have it.

Cannot stop people from expression.

You can't stop them.

No, you could stop it.

You, sir, can do more.

I'm glad to hear that you called Reverend Reeb's widow.

Sir.

That is very fine.

And it is right.

I only wish that Jimmie Lee Jackson's family would have received the same consideration from their president.

You lay your guilt at my door.

You're the one choosing to send people out to slaughter.

When we told you there was trouble, we won't sit idle while you wait another year or two to send this bill up at your leisure.

That should be clear by now.

We will continue to demonstrate until you take action, sir.

And if our president won't protect our rights, we will take this fight to court.

You know, I'm I'm trying here.

We're getting close to figuring something out on this voting thing.

But I will not have this.

This bill has been almost impossible to craft.

You hear me?

You think you're juggling Martin?

I'm juggling, too.

I am a preacher from Atlanta.

You are the man who won the presidency of the world's most powerful nation by the greatest landslide in history four months ago.

And you are the man dismantling your own legacy.

With each passing day, no one will remember the Civil Rights Act.

But they will remember the standoff.

In summer, when you never even set foot in this state, they will remember you saying Wait on.

I I can't unless you act, sir.

You see?