LaSalle High School is in denial about its drug problem. Anytime students stupidly decide to
trick an armed drug dealer with counterfeit money, all kinds of
socioeconomic and chemical problems are in play beyond the pranksterism
and tomfoolery of bored white teenage boys.
Every single time Carol and Clyde or Rob
and Cammy blankly read the teleprompter, telling us of yet another
black-on-black murder, then move to the weather or traffic, I sit
quietly devastated. I am not ashamed to tell you that sometimes I cry.
As a judge for this year’s Black Reel
Awards, I am screening the shorts and features up for
consideration, and at the conclusion of each new film I catch myself
swelling with real pride because, through these independently produced
films, I feel like the reflection I’ve been seeking sharpens as the
frames settle into place.