(funky music)
- Damn, Bloomberg is (beep)ed up!
(audience laughing) (old time music)
- Damn, Truman is (beep)ed up!
(audience laughing)
- Man, Lincoln is (beep)ed up.
- Son, white folks in general is (beep)ed up!
Shh, they comin'!
(classical music)
- Good evening. I'm Phillip Holston.
In 1954, the United States was marred with unrest.
With the bus boycotts in Montgomery,
and Brown versus the Board of Education
still under deliberation,
the social climate was changing rapidly.
It was in this context that one man, Cyrus Holloway,
made history when he took on the rural town
of Hartsfield, Alabama.
- I remember it was a hot day,
and I was working the double shift at the steel mill.
Between shifts,
I went outside and bought myself a roast beef sandwich
from a boy that used to sell 'em out front.
Little did I know that that roast beef sandwich
would change my life forever.
(audience laughing)
Not long after lunch,
I felt, uh, a bubblin' in my stomach, an evil bubblin'.
A bubble that, to me, signified nothing else
but the early stages of mud butt.
(audience laughing)
I had to take a dump.
I had to take a dump immediately.
(audience laughing)
- The closest colored bathroom was located
in the basement of the steel mill, near the boiler room.
- Oh, that toilet was disgusting.
Wasn't fit for Christian butt cheeks.
My only options, at that time,
were I could either go doo doo in my trousers,
which I couldn't do, that was my only good pair at the time,
(audience laughing)
or I could use the white restroom.
It was risky, but so was mud butt.
- Mr. Holloway proceeded to go to the white restroom
and take what would be known
as one of the most significant dumps in American history.
After the historic dump began,
one of Holloway's coworkers, Austin Stringer,
entered the restroom.
He immediately called the local police,
who were being followed by a television crew.
(Holloway farting) - There he is, officer!
- Come outta there, Holloway.
- With all due respect, (Holloway farting)
I got the mud butt.
While I was on the toilet, they stick dogs on me,
sprayed me with water,
good Lord, it's mud butt!
Finally, I just let them haul me off to jail.
- Book him.
Desecration of a white facility with Negro-ed feces.
Here's your evidence.
(audience exclaiming)
- I can make about three, four more bags of that,
if you want, sir. (audience laughing)
- Cyrus was charged with using a white rest facility,
and faced nine years in prison.
Word spread quickly around Hartsfield
and the nation at large.
Civil rights activists throughout the United States
descended on this tiny Alabama town almost immediately.
- My brothers and sisters,
we are gathered here today
to discuss matters of the cacadookie
and the stinky stinky.
- Yes, yes sir!
- I have a question to pose to the government.
Why can't my turd float next to yours?
(men cheering) (men farting)
Our voices will be heard!
- It was the first and largest demonstration of its kind,
the nation's first (beep) in.
- No, my brothers and sisters, do not run!
Turn your butt cheeks toward the aggressors
and let them clean your butt cheeks
with the (indistinct).
This is a good thing, my brothers and sisters!
- The (beep) in made national news.
The American Legal Society picked up the case
and took it all the way to the Supreme Court.
(protestors chanting)
- In the case of Holloway versus the state of Alabama,
the Supreme Court rules in favor of Mr. Holloway!
(courtroom cheering)
(gavel slamming) - It is my opinion
that no matter what the color of your skin,
your feces will be brown, (audience laughing)
except for the clay colored ones
and of course, the spinach green.
(audience laughing)
And no matter what the hue of your poo,
it will undoubtedly stink.
Good day. (courtroom cheering)
- By the time they read that verdict, mud butt,
mud butt was calling.
I suppose I was happy about winning.
I think what I was most happy about
was that I could get up from that courtroom
and use the toilet.
How you doin', Miss Pippin? (Holloway farting)
(Holloway screams)
I just remember going in that bathroom
and taking the first (Holloway farting)
free dump that I'd ever taken in my life.
- Dang!
- A beautiful dump.
(Holloway farting)
As a matter of fact, the choir from my church came.
♪ - Ima gonna lay down my burden ♪
♪ Down by the river side ♪
♪ Ima gonna lay down my burden ♪
♪ Down by the river side ♪
♪ Gonna study war no more ♪ (Holloway farting)
(choir humming)
- It is all just a matter of the stinky stinky
and the cacadookie.
(choir humming)
- I'm Phillip Holston. Good night.
♪ Well, I ain't gonna study war no more ♪
- Welcome to the "World's Greatest Wars."
We've reviewed the Civil War,
World War II,
and the Gulf War.
But now, we turn your attention
to a classic war that took place right here,
on American soil.
For the last 20 years, on Chicago's South Side,
a violent war has been waged between two bitter enemies:
the 19th street Gangsters and the River Terrace Crew.
The war began in 1982 over a pair of basketball shoes.
But not just any basketball shoes,
these were Nikes.
"'ey, dog, 'ey," Earl "the Snake" White called out
after a rival member of the 19th street Gangsters,
General Cornrow Wallace, made minor contact with his shoes.
- 'ey! 'ey dog, 'ey! (audience laughing)
You stepped on my sneaker, man!
- [Jeff] The Snake knew then
that he would have to fight him.
(The Snake screaming)
(men shouting, fighting)
(Cornrow bird calling)
The Snake was down, but not out.
He returned to the crew's clubhouse
and rallied the troops with a most impassioned speech.
- Some work-ass trick just stepped on my sneakers
and poured Morton's salt all over me!
Are y'all ready to ride?
Ra ra!
- (in unison) Ra ra!
- Let's ride on these fools at their own barbecue!
- [Jeff] Wasting no time,
the crew commenced stomping on people's sneakers
to let them know who ran the projects.
General Cornrow Wallace pulled out a gun,
unheard of, at that point, in street fighting.
(gun fires)
A resident called 911 immediately.
Police showed up promptly, four hours later.
Cornrow was sentenced to seven years in prison.
His time there would be formative, to say the least.
His roommate in jail was a man named Tyrone Biggums,
who regaled Cornrow with stories of a new way
to make cocaine.
- It's called crack! It's great!
And it's so simple to make!
All you need is some cocaine and some baking soda,
and I think I tasted egg and cinnamon.
Whoever sells it is gonna be rich!
- Cornrow immediately alerted his friends on the outside,
via a letter.
- [Cornrow] Yo, y'all (beep) need
to cook up cocaine
with baking powder
and sell it.
All the best, Corn Roll-up.
PS, (Cornrow rolls tongue)
- They immediately started cooking the stuff up
and selling it on what little space they still controlled.
They had made hundreds of thousands of dollars
in mere weeks.
In no time, Snake and his crew followed suit.
The money made fueled what became a heated arms race
between the two groups.
(guns firing)
(dynamite blasting)
The violence escalated every year,
finally peaking in 1989,
when the 19th street Gangsters sustained a massive loss
at the Battle of the Kool Moe Dee Concert,
which took place at a Kool Moe Dee concert.
Newly released from prison,
revered general, Cornrow Wallace, was shot dead.
The funeral was somber
and filled with Cornrow's signature bird call.
The funeral passed without incident.
But what the crew did next appalled even the hardest thugs.
The crew went to the graveyard
and dug up General Cornrow Wallace's body,
absconding with it to their hideout.
The incident was videotaped
and sent to members of the 19th street Gangsters.
- Hey, fools!
We've got your leader!
Look at us! High five! (audience laughing)
Look at these pretty clothes there.
Look at his shoes! Look at them pretty shoes!
(audience laughing)
(Snake singing)
(body thuds) (gang members laughing)
- Tensions between the gangsters
and the 19th street crew rage to this day.
Most of the original members of the gangs
are either dead or in jail,
but we did speak to one member:
Earl "the Snake" White.
Ironically, he now works at a Friendly Shoe Source
in a strip mall on the exact location
where the Cardinal Projects once stood.
- All right! - [Jeff] Snake,
knowing what you do now, was it all worth it?
- Yeah, it was a tragedy.
Can you repeat the question?
(audience laughing)
- For the History Channel, I'm Jeff Frankel.
Good night.
(dignified music)
- Good evening, I'm Kent Wallace.
Since it's inception,
Hollywood has often been accused of racism.
But is it racist?
And if so, who are the culprits?
Frontline embarked on a journey to answer these questions,
and what we uncovered may shock you.
For years, Rin Tin Tin was adored by countless Americans
for his TV exploits.
- Who stole the silver?
(dog barking)
- (indistinct)? Good boy, Rin!
- [Kent] His acts of heroism
and undying loyalty to his master were his trademarks.
That is, until recent allegations surfaced.
This is Justin Wilkes,
a security guard in Montgomery, Alabama.
For three decades, he has waged a personal crusade
against the canine star.
- That dog that you call Rin Tin Tin, I call racist!
I saw the show. I saw the dog.
I said, "where do I know this dog from?"
(audience laughing) And it hit me.
(indistinct) 1957 riot in front of Woolworth's!
- So you're saying that's you
in the classic civil rights footage?
- Okay, see, that's a discrepancy, right there.
What you callin' classic civil rights footage,
I call footage of me getting bit on my ass
by a German Shepard.
(audience laughing) (indistinct)
And if you would like to see,
there's actually bite marks on my ass that can prove it!
- [Kent] We hunted down the dental records
of the dog who played Rin Tin Tin.
A few days later, Mr. Wilkes returned,
and a canine dental expert compared the records
with his scar.
- This is, uh, most definitely a match, right here.
- What I say? (indistinct) that's what I was saying!
- That opened the floodgates.
In subsequent weeks,
more African Americans came forward
with similar accusations against iconic animals,
breaking decades of silence.
- Mr. Ed.
I worked with him for two years,
that disgusting, bigot-ass horse!
- Mr. Ed, take four. (slate claps)
- Oh, I better get outta here!
- Took ya long enough, nigger.
(bottle breaks) - I'll cut you.
Ima cut you, do you hear me?
- Loyd, get her away from me!
- [Henrietta] I'm gonna cut you!
- [Kent] There were also many rumors
of his off-camera activities.
Frontline was sent, anonymously,
this picture with this not-so-subtle note attached:
Dear Frontline, this is Mr. Ed.
But worse than Mr. Ed,
worse even than Rin Tin Tin,
were the accusations lobbed at Flipper.
- Flipper?
I know him as James,
The Nigger-Hating Dolphin.
That's what they used to call him.
They used to come by the pool
and they throw him in the pool.
You know, to scare the black people.
- It's James, the Nigger-Hating Dolphin!
(people shouting, screaming)
- Shocking.
Unfortunately, none of the animals in question are alive
to offer a rebuttal.
However, the estate of Mr. Ed did issue this statement:
we deeply regret the way Mr. Ed was taken advantage of
by the Klan.
If it's any consolation,
his best friend was the Black Stallion.
(audience laughing)
Next time on Frontline,
we expose racist Hollywood automobiles
and hear disturbing audio
from the hit TV show, Night Rider.
- Puerto Ricans are lazy, Michael.
(audience laughing)
- I'm Kent Wallace. Good night.
(hip hop music)
- Damn, Bloomberg is (beep)ed up!
(audience laughing)
- Man, Carter is (beep)ed up!
(audience laughing)
- Damn, Truman is (beep)ed up!
(audience laughing)
- Man, Lincoln is (beep)ed up.
- Son, white folks in general is (beep)ed up.
Shh, they comin'!
(audience laughing)
- Man, the Chief is (beep)ed up.
Hey y'all, look!
There's a boat with some white people on it!
Y'all wait here, I'm gonna see what they want.
Man, I (beep)ed up.
(audience laughing)