6:30 am Saturday morning May 1st
It’s May Day, and May wine, and May I please go home, for the Brier rose, before the rose and neither grows alone.
So, I forgot journal last night. So I am making up for it here.
Long trip down from Baltimore to Charlottesville. However I did get to drive through the Wilderness, Spotsylvania and Chancellorsville battle fields as well as nice little stop in Fredericksburg. I got some nice shots there. It was weird being there without Paul. The last time I was there we were on our December battlefield jaunt while the DC sniper was picking people off. I miss him and I should give him a call while out here on the road.
Love this hotel. Nice people pool and Gym which I will avail myself of this morning.
This morning I will be heading over to where the March happened and shoot some B-Roll. I will probably do a cold open myself and see how it is. I liked the one I did for Whitefish, I just need tor brush up on the facts.
Excellent Zoom meet last night with Mitch and Peter. All questions have been answered and we are locked in and officially members of the Clan and the Highland Trading Company. I think I will make some money at this as well as have a lot of fun being Cian of Clan MacInnes,
Looking forward, I think I am more than halfway done shooting what need for the base of the film. I think I have everything I need with regards to the Orthodox questions. Now it’s getting the Anti-Semitic events documented and finished my interviews in NY and Massachusettes. While I am at Mitch’s I will start deep diving for all the multimedia stuff I am going to need.
That it for now …
Later that night.
I seem to be developing a little cold/cough luckily there was some DayQuil in my bag so I should be able to sleep.
Speaking of which I am exhausted.
Today was one of those days that I want to remember in all its detail so I am going to try write it all out.
I got up early in anticipation shooting the B-Roll for Charlottesville. Two stops I knew I needed to make. Emancipation park and the street where Heather Heyer was murdered.
The park was interesting. It was where the incident started by the Lee statue. BLM was painted on the statue and his sword was painted red. It was pretty significant and I got a lot of footage of the statue and the park.
The next stop was the street where Heather was murdered. I checked my GPS and it was only a few blocks away. Through My research of the incident I saw pictures of the street and the street sigh that says Heather Heyer Way. So I got in the car and drove to where the it says it was. I was shocked as I made a right turn onto the street and right there was the street sign, it took me by surprise. I tried to park near that because I thought that was the block but there was no parking so I kept driving down this narrow street looking for a place to park. I finally got to the end of the block and it hit me like a ton of bricks, This was where it happened. I saw the graffiti on the walls the memorial scarves and ribbons, and to my luck there was a spot right at the end of that block.
I needed to take a moment because I didn’t expect it all to be right there.
I got out of the car and put the camera rig together. As I walked over to the wall, I saw another person with a serious camera rig. I walked over and we sort of eyed each other up, as in this climate you never know what side of the argument people are on. So very friendly I asked “Hey so what are you shooting, they said , “A documentary”. I said “Me Too, What’s yours about” and they asked me “What’s yours about?” In a way it was funny but it underscored how closed up people can be. So I told them what mine was about and they told me theirs was about hate crime in America. They were actually shooting for someone else. So we chatted and shot the area together for a bit. I gave them my card and hopefully at some point I can hire them to shoot for me.
Now, the wall.
The experience of being there was humbling and powerful. It’s one thing to see the pictures and see the video. To stand there where it happened is devastatingly palpable. I compared it to out of towners seeing Ground Zero for the first time. It was emotional, horrible and horrifying. To think about what happened in that narrow street. This will stay with me forever . This is why I am making this film. This is how I will call out the cowardly scumbags who act as a group because they have no guts to act on their own. The piece of shit who Murdered. Heather will serve 421 years in prison. The scumbags who marched and egged this piece of human filth on deserve to be there right with him.
I am angry.
I’m drained
I want justice and I want change.
Maybe my movie will help get us there.
And then again maybe it won’t.