Island in the Sun

- No. I don't.
- Then why did you say it?

Because here is my world.
These are my people, and this is where I belong.

If I went to England, who would I be?
What would I be?

- David Boyeur.
- No.

I'd be an exile in a bowler hat,
sipping tea, and carrying a rolled umbrella...

talking with the other exiles about how much
we could do if we were only there.

But I'm here.
I don't have to go.

And even here,
I'd be in your way, wouldn't I?

Yes, you would be
in my way.

- Besides, they'd never understand.
- Who wouldn't?

My own people.
They'd feel I betrayed them.
I have no choice.
You're like a rock.
Yes. I'm buried deep right here.
My people have their freedom.
They've got a vote.
They've got power now.

And I've got to show them
how to use it.

When I'm through here
in Santa Marta...

I'll go to St. Kitts and Barbados and Grenada-
the whole archipelago.

Shall I tell you why
you won't go to England?

You don't want that power for your people.
You want it for yourself.

You're afraid to go there
because you won't have it anymore.

- Do you really mean that?
- I wanted to admire you...

to feel that you were
superior to most men.

People don't count with you.
Nothing counts with you but power.

You use people.
You climb on their backs.

You can't mean that.
No, I don't.
You're right and I'm wrong.
I'm wrong and you're right.

- And that's the end, is it?
- Yes. That's the end.