The day I fell in love with America

-You know, I had a neighbour, growing up, with a name right out of Dickens: Mr. Charles Hazard. And Mr. Hazard didn't like the neighbourhood dogs messing up his flowerbeds. One day, I heard a bunch of yelling from across the street, so I ran over to Mr. Hazard's and about 15 grown-ups were standing around my dog. Teddy was on the ground, in obvious agony. Blood was pouring out of his mouth.
- What did you do?
- Well, I got some gasoline and burned out his flowerbeds. But that wasn't satisfying, you know. And then I remembered Mr. Hazard was an elected official, he was on the town Council. His re-election every two years was a foregone conclusion. So, come election day, I drove over to the black section of town. These people hadn't voted in any of these elections. I was only 13, but I had a farmer's license. I filled up my car with black voters and drove them to the polling place, then waited and drove them on home. But before they got out of the car to vote, I said: "I don't mean to influence you, but I think you should know Mr. Charles Hazard intentionally killed my dog". About 400 ballots were cast on that election. I drove 96 of them to the polls. Hazard lost by 16 votes.
And that's the day I fell in love with America.

Tom Hanks & Aaron Sorkin - "Charlie Wilson's war"