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Reel Injun

Expose’ Explores the Depiction of Native Americans in Hollywood

If you think blacks and Asians have been given a raw deal over the years by Hollywood in the way they’ve been portrayed in pictures, then you should reflect upon the hateful, harmful depictions of Native Americans on film. For, this beleaguered ethnic group has generally been stereotyped in very limited fashion, namely, as a people deserving of extermination or being driven to reservations.

In most movies, Indians are bloodthirsty savages who get wiped near the end, typically right after you hear the bugle signaling the arrival of the cavalry. My impression of this country’s indigenous peoples was so perverted by exposure to Westerns that one of my favorite childhood pastimes was to play “Cowboys and Indians,” an activity in which I took pleasure in fantasizing about killing folks with red skin.

An important aspect of learning is to unlearn propaganda, and this is particularly important for minorities in the United States. That is one of the salient points driven home in Reel Injun, a telling documentary co-directed by Dustin Diamond, Catherine Bainbridge and Jeremiah Hayes. For in this eye-opening expose’, they interview fellow natives who shamefully admit that they had grown up cheering for the white man while watching Westerns.

Such is the power of cinema, that even the descendants of the original inhabitants of this country could easily be manipulated to embrace as heroes the Europeans who had slaughtered their ancestors. That’s because, “The only good Injun is a dead Injun” was an unchallenged, recurring theme so pervasive that no one seems to discuss the legitimacy of the ethnic cleansing which decimated the ranks of every native tribe across the nation.

By contrast, the Native American activists interviewed here, make the most of the opportunity to correct the flawed accounts of “How the West was won. Typical, are the remarks of the sage elder who observes that the only thing more pathetic than the Indians playing stereotypes in Westerns are the Indians willing to watch Indians playing stereotypes in Westerns.”

A powerful, mythbusting documentary which manages to humanize America’s unfairly-marginalized indigenous peoples, albeit belatedly.

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Blood Done Signed My Name

Riveting, Real-Life, Civil Rights-Era Drama Released on DVD

After serving his country in Vietnam, Henry Marrow (A.C. Sanford) returned to his hometown of Oxford, North Carolina only to be murdered in broad daylight for allegedly leering at a white woman. On May 11, 1970, the 23 year-old African-American veteran left behind a pregnant widow (Milauna Jemai) and two young daughters, while the perpetrators of the heinous crime were found not-guilty by an all-white jury, despite credible testimony of several eyewitnesses who identified the perpetrators as Ku Klux Klan sympathizer Robert Teel (Nick Searcy) and his son.
The outcome of the trial was no surprise, after all, black-white relations hadn’t changed that much in the tiny Southern town since it was founded during the slave days by Samuel Benton, a wealthy, politically-connected, tobacco plantation owner. But what was unexpected was the rioting which erupted in the wake of the verdict when outraged young African-Americans took to the streets in protest.
At that juncture, Marrow’s cousin, a schoolteacher named Ben Chavis (Nate Parker), emerged to play a pivotal role in ensuring that cooler heads prevailed in the black community. He organized a peaceful, 3-day, 50-mile march joined by thousands to the steps of the state capitol in Raleigh where they petitioned the governor for both justice and integration. And that valiant effort, which kickstarted Chavis’ career as a prominent Civil Rights leader, is the subject of Blood Done Sign My Name, a riveting historical drama directed by Jeb Stuart.
This harrowing tale of hope and woe was based on the moving memoir of Tim Tyson (Gattlin Griffith) who was only 10 years-old at the time the events in the story unfolded. Tim’s father (Ricky Schroder) was the pastor of Oxford’s lily-white Methodist church, and what makes the film compelling is the way in which the narration alternates back and forth between the perspectives of little Timmy and the increasingly emboldened Ben Chavis.
A bifurcated bio-pic examining the equally emotionally-charged points-of-view of both black and white observers of the fallout of the same ugly incident.

Excellent (3.5 stars)
Rated PG-13 for profanity, mature themes and intense violence.
Running time: 128 Minutes
Distributor: Image Entertainment
DVD Extras: Interviews and the theatrical trailer.

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