September 30th 1955: James Dean dies
On this day in 1955, the American film star James Dean died in a car crash aged just 24. His famous roles include Jim Stark in ‘Rebel Without a Cause’ and Cal Trask in ‘East of Eden’. Dean, a keen motoring enthusiast, died in a car accident which occurred on the way to a motor racing event in Salinas, California. The car he was driving at the time of the incident was his Porsche 550 Spyder which he named ‘Little Bastard’. After his death he became the first person to receive a posthumous Academy Award nomination for Best Actor. James Dean’s legend only grew upon his death and he remains a prominent cultural icon. In 1991 the American Film Institute ranked him the 18th best male movie star of all time.
So last night cops arrested 7 protesters, then turned to the rest of the protesters and told them “we’ll release them without bond if you leave (stop protesting)”
They literally turned their own dubiously legal arrests into a hostage situation. They took hostages. Ferguson PD is a terrorist organization and they aren’t even trying to hide that fact any more.
Look at this
“After we met on the set of East of Eden, Jimmy began calling me for advice or to suggest a night out. We talked on the phone and ran into each other at parties, but never became close. I think he regarded me as a kind of older brother or mentor, and I suppose I responded to him as if I was. I felt a kinship with him and was sorry for him. He was hypersensitive, and I could see in his eyes and in the way he moved and spoke that he had suffered a lot.”
— Marlon Brando on James Dean.
"You’re dying to get me hung, ain’t you?"
”You’ve been tryin’ to get yourself hung for the last fifteen years kid. This time, I think you might have made it.”
I’m not yet ready for this day to be done. Cause I always come up short. I’m always lusting for something more. And so I push right into the night harder and harder until my heart beats just right. Across downtown and over the tracks. Exhaustion finally taking hold, down to the place I love where nobody knows. Old photographs much too late at night. I dream of
times I wish I could leave behind. And I always wake up ugly and
dissatisfied. I’ve gotta change my mind. I’ve gotta change my life. Get
down to the root of the problem. Cure my misdirection, cause all the
laughs die at closing time and I lie awake wondering why I’m an all or
nothing kid and why I’ve been feeling like nothing all of the time. Where do I go? Am I on my own?