Narration 1

With the lack of a diverse perspective, I have decided upon reflection – and feedback – that I should insert myself into the story.  This is a very difficult decision for certain filmmakers – especially when it was not their intention when they started on their project.  I am going to post several “journal entries” that will become the narration for my thread throughout the piece.

Some say that narration is just a tool for when you don’t have enough footage.  I guess this is true, as I’m inserting myself to explain why I’m making this film.  However, I don’t feel it is a complete cop out, as I’m not using narration to say, “This person did this” and so on and so forth.

I’ve tried to spin this story about ten different ways to separate myself from the issue.  I am from South Boston, and aside from my four years in college, I have lived in South Boston for my entire life.  I’ve spent 10 years working on a documentary about Boston’s Forced Busing era – in one way or another – research, interviews, grant proposals.  I came to Emerson College for grad school because I knew I was going to make a film about busing, and I figured I could get a two for one deal:  Pay for making a movie, and getting an education.

This film is a class assignment.  I spent so much time talking about making this movie, that I finally wanted to start it.  I contacted a couple of local politicians, a school bus driver from the busing era, and came close to tracking down several Roxbury residents.  As my deadlines grew closer, all of these people eventually backed out, or delayed their deadlines to later in the year.  I was left with interviewing those closest to me:  My grandmother, Joan, an activist for South Boston during busing.  Betty Castagna, my next door neighbor for years, and a good friend to my grandmother.  And my father, John, a man who lived through Southie’s brightest and darkest days.

With this group, I decided to focus my attention on the South Boston perspective.  Besides a couple of books about busing, no one had ever really asked the residents of South Boston about where they were coming from.  And even those who wrote about the South Boston perspective had to write it in their forward.  I make no apologies.  This isn’t the entire story, but it is one that few have heard – and even fewer have understood.

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