Narration 4

Trying to write these narrations has been tough.  When I first started out, I was trying to think of a political way to say everything, but that is really just not me.  Eventually I wrote this part as a response to the rough cut screenings I showed at Emerson.

A lot of people told me that this was a very one sided piece, and that all the subjects were very similar.  Well, yes.  I tried my best to try and show there were other opinions about this topic, and of course it would have been nice to get a Roxbury student.  However, it just wasn’t in the cards this time around.  I think it was good to have to work with the interviews I had, however, because it forced me to try to tell a story with only half of the information.  It worked out so deliberately that you could look at the film and think that there were strict guidelines to making the film.

As for everyone being similar…well, if you’ve ever been in a bar in Southie, you know that most of the Southie “lifers” have the same raspy voice, rarely finish their thoughts (because the rest of the sentence is understood), and that there’s a lot of sayings like, “like that” or “you know?”

Anyway, this is the ending of the film at the moment…

I’m pretty much at the end of this film now, and I know I haven’t covered all sides of the issue, and to be honest, I don’t even know what to believe at this point.  But I do understand the people of South Boston a little better now.  Maybe not the way you’d think…I know that I will receive an extra critical eye with this film because I’m from South Boston.  I was sitting in a court room one time watching a family member’s trial.  When someone from my family took the stand the prosecutor asked her, ‘Ms. Farma, do you love your brother?’  By asking this question he was trying to undermine her entire testimony.  Well let me tell you, I love my grandmother, I love my father, and I love Betty.

Maybe some of you might say, ‘It’s impossible for him to be objective because he’s too close to the subject.’  Or, ‘Of course he’s going to have them say they’re not racist.  They’re his family.’  Well that may be true, but not likely.

This is just the beginning of an even bigger journey for me.  There are more interviews lined up, more perspectives to be captured, and more information to collect.  Remember when I told you that I understand the people of South Boston a little better now?  Well I didn’t live through busing, but I will live through the screenings and reviews of this film.  And with that, just like the people of South Boston, I will walk away feeling confused about my intentions, a little bitter, and a little misunderstood.  Afterall, I’m a Southie Boy.

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