as if some buried slave wanted to speak again

As if voices, buried there, beaten, their breath smothered, still emerged, vomiting everything they had been inflicted with, and we will listen to them. The selected films, made by and from the bodies of the African-American, Caribbean and Guyanese communities, are like shreds, shouts, songs, snaps, hin hin, mmm mmm, brother to brother brother to brother, tongues that loosen, and escape, ceaselessly, chapped! from their master’s supervision.

In collaboration with 100% DOC

As if voices, buried there, beaten, their breath smothered, still emerged, vomiting everything they had been inflicted with, and we will listen to them. The selected films, made by and from the bodies of the African-American, Caribbean and Guyanese communities, are like shreds, shouts, songs, snaps, hin hin, mmm mmm, brother to brother brother to brother, tongues that loosen, and escape, ceaselessly, chapped! from their master’s supervision.

In collaboration with 100% DOC