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Kelechi J. Benet, Filmmaker |
My Journey as a Filmmaker
On Monday 3/26/2012, around 1:00 AM my wife and I got in our
vehicle and headed to Sandford, Florida from Virginia, a seven hundred forty
mile drive. A few before going to Florida, I was going through turmoil; nothing
like the parents of the slain youth, Trayvon Martin. My turmoil was that of a
filmmaker and the deep desire to go to Sanford Florida to get interviews for a
documentary I’m producing about Trayvon Martin. The reality is I had little
money to produce a documentary. I did not know anyone in Florida, and I hadn't established a plan as to who I would specifically interview. The one idea I did
have was to interview people involved in the march that was taking place on
Tuesday, March 26, 2012. As much as I would like to interview Trayvon Martin’s
parents, I knew there was a slim chance because they were already inundated
with requests for interviews from the major news agencies.
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Trayvon Martin |
As many independent filmmakers know, you may have an idea
and deep passion for something, but if you have little or no money, then the
light of opportunity is dim. Well, dim
as it was, I was not going to let that stop me from going to Florida. I packed
up my Panasonic 24p camera, wireless mics, a tripod, my Nikon digital still
camera, and my Ipad, and oh yea, we packed peanut butter sandwiches, Turkey and
cheese sandwiches, carrots sticks, trail mix, bottled water, and some
apples. Well as I said I left early
Monday morning on a seven hundred forty mile drive to Sanford Florida. As I
drove down highway 58 in Virginia, now almost thirty minutes from my house, I
began to think about turning around and going back home. After all I had not lined
up anything in Florida. All kinds of thoughts ran through my mind, but I
eventually stopped those thoughts, and thought about this, “Faith without works
is dead.”
I have to interject something here about my wife, Carolyn.
When I said to her on last Friday that “I’ve got to go to Florida” for the
Tuesday event, (headed by Rev. Jamal Bryant of Baltimore, Md), her response
was, “when do we leave.” That was very encouraging to me for many reasons. You
see, my wife has had a blood disease all of her life called Sickle cell anemia.
Sickle cell anemia is where the red blood cells form into a rigid sickle shape
which can result into a sickle cell crisis. The sickle cell can cause
excruciating pain, even to the point of requiring hospitalization. When a
person with sickle cell has a crisis it can last up to seven days. If you met
Carolyn today you would not know of her condition unless she told you, because
she lives in a way that she refuses to let Sickle Cell stop her from living as
normal life as she can. Yes she walks by faith. Carolyn assured me that she was
feeling fine and wanted to go on this trip with me, and that she did.
From Virginia I drove to I-95 which took us across three
other states to Florida; North Carolina, South Carolina and Georgia. We arrived
in Sandford, Fl., around 1:30 PM on Tuesday; the march would start around 4:00
PM. When we arrived at the March starting point people were trickling in. I
quickly grabbed my equipment to go and set up. As I was about to cross the
street another lady walked up, I introduced myself and told her where I was
from and what I was there for. I then asked here would she be open to being
interviewed. I was surprised by her answer, “yes I would.” She walked over with
me to a church where I would be doing the interviews. While setting up, my wife
came over and I introduced them to one another. After the interview she and my
wife got acquainted and walked to a nearby store to purchase some skittles. So
I began taking pictures. By this time more people began to arrive, some by way
of tour bus. I decided to walk over to
the park area near the church to get take some more pictures, and I meet a
young man. I introduced myself and asked if he would be open to an interview,
and if so I would need his parents’ consent. He proceeds to tell me yes he
would do an interview. The he said something I did not expect to hear. “I was
one of Trayvon’s friends.” Of course my mouth gaped open and I was temporarily
lost for words. When I composed myself, I said this is great and I would love
to interview you. The young man left to get his parents. While waiting on him
another young man was approaching so I asked him also would he be opened to an
interview, to my surprise he told me that he too had been a friend of Trayvon.
This young man’s mother was just a few feet away. She signed a consent form and
I interviewed the young man, and his mother. I then interviewed the other young
and his mother. After the interview one of the mothers told me that Trayvon’s
coach was also there, they called him over and I interviewed him along with
another coach. One of the coaches tells me about an event being held on
Saturday in Florida, that I’m making plans to attend.
My going to Florida with no sure
plans was a faith walk, and I’m glad Carolyn accompanied me. She was diligent
in getting release forms signed. Many of us talk faith, but how many are
walking by faith. Of course it is a challenge to walk by faith, but every
believer’s life is to be fueled by their walk of faith. So as I plan to go back
to Florida for Saturday’s event, I’m putting my faith in action once again. I’m
on a Journey.