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I couldn't have been more wrong. Or more right.
I mean, sure, there's always the possibility that HBO might pick up the rights and try to do an Americanized version of it. Which might turn out to be pretty good, considering how good True Blood has been. On the other hand, it might fall into the hands of SyFy (the network so ashamed to be associated with its roots it had to change its spelling to something completely nonsensical). They have picked up the BBC's Being Human (another really surprisingly good genre show from across the pond) to make their own version. In that case, we might at least get a Region 1 DVD release of the original to coincide. (As is actually happening with Being Human, which releases a first season DVD set in July.) As far as BBC America? Heck they can't even show Dr. Who without cutting bits out to make room for commercials, there's no way they're gonna let this onto the schedule without completely butchering it.
In between these monumental and well-chronicled efforts, however, were numerous smaller projects which have, over time, seemingly fallen through the cracks. One of these is a series of six 15 minute television shows which Welles created for the BBC in 1955 entitled Orson Welles' Sketch Book....during that time, of course, I had occasion to speak on a great variety of subjects. And of all those subjects, one of the most interesting stories, one that sticks most vividly in my memory, had to do with a Negro soldier.In some ways, this simple setting allows Welles a freedom that he was rarely afforded in other venues. Certainly at times he is self-indulgent, at others he seems overly self-deprecating, but through it all, he is, as always, a master showman, proving once again why no matter what the medium, he mast always be considered one of the modern era's true artists.Here he is. The boy had seen service in the South Pacific, and he was on his way home. Home was in one of the southern states, and he was on a bus, on the way fell ill, and he asked the bus driver to let him off. The bus driver refused, abusively, there was an argument, at the end of which a policeman was called in, who dragged the boy out of the bus, took him behind a building and beat him viciously.
And when he was unconscious, poured gin over him, put him jail, charged him with drunkenness and assault. When the boy regained consciousness, he discovered he was blind. The policeman had literally beaten out his eyes. Now… of course that sort of policeman is the exception. That sort of a policeman is a criminal in uniform. I had the satisfaction of being instrumental in bringing that particular policeman to justice. The case was brought to my attention, and I brought it to the attention of the radio public and we did finally manage to locate this man and bring him into a court of law.
But there is another sort of police abuse. You know, I think we all suffer more or less. And we suffer at the hands of good policemen. Decent policemen. Policemen doing their duty. These are all the little petty annoyances; don't seem very important, but add up to an invasion of our privacy and an assault against our dignity as human beings...