am obsessed with history, the archive and how the larger concept of history
relates to issues of power and social control. My fascination began at a very
young age with the original PBS broadcast of the Eyes on the Prize series. In
the comfort of my mother’s lap, I learned about the Civil Rights Movement. A
defining moment in my identity construction, finally, I had a context for the
scar that still remains, even to this day, on my mother’s right hand—a smooth
aberration that I found comforting when I used to hold her hand.
all of my questions years prior, I could really began to understand the origins
of the scar—the result of an elderly white man assaulting my mother as a child
when she dared to board a bus before him—through this visual tapestry at the
intersection of history and cinema—public television—public memory—public art.
Somehow, I managed, despite the spectacle of violence, to take away something