ts of our experience. . . " While everyone has their own "truth" they must use their perceptions in a prgamatic fashion where, "[one] must bring out of each word its practical cash-value, set it at work within the stream of [one's] experience. It appears less as a solution then, than as a program for more work, and more particularly as an indication of the ways in which existing realities may be changed." (James) Only through this flexible structure can we even hope to close the gaps of misunderstanding between the various racial groups. The ultimate question then becomes: "ARE WE GOING TO LIVE TOGETHER. . . TOGETHER ARE WE GOING TO LIVE??"
             That was the final rallying cry of Spike Lee's previous picture, School Daze. And Do the Right Thing -- Lee's purposefully ambiguous exploration of escalating racial tensions on one Bedford-Stuyvesant block on the hottest day of the summer -- picks up where School Daze left off: with the very same rousing words.
             "Waaaaake up!" calls Mr. Señor Love Daddy (Samuel L. Jackson), the 24
             ...