05/02/2024
This May Day, and for much of the last year, I’ve been thinking a lot about labor. Mainly, why is it so hard of us to respect labor?
From the biscuit lady at Bojangles to the public school bus driver, all deserve fair wages for their toil. “If you don’t work, you don’t eat,” said Miss Debbie, looking over the top of her glasses with seriously strong grandma energy. I was interviewing her about fair wages, in a state and a country that consistently fails to respect labor (but finds plenty of creative ways to subsidize wealth—carried interest loopholes anyone?). As evidence, consider that every day 44% of all full-time workers in the U.S. are not paid a living wage, i.e. how much it actually costs to live where you work (childcare, housing, food). For those not living it, the human costs of this reality are hard to comprehend, while the related solutions seem pretty damn simple— showing further evidence of both is where my own labor has been and will continue to be.
I believe poverty is not inevitable, but ultimately, a result of policy and the failure to respect and value humanity in labor. Sure, it’s more complicated than that, but not really. And yes it can be hard to hold yourself to the same standards, especially in the world of independent documentary and Art making. Art is labor though, in case you / we need reminding. I am grateful to be supported in this labor by so many (you know who you are) and to find others in this creative labor who believe, at it’s best, “work is love made visible” (thank you Kahlil Gibran).
The bulk of this film was edited over the course of three weeks in a chilly beach cabin with Robert Gourley, who brought so much love to this project. We each had our little altars, sitting at the dinning room table, caring for the stories offered in the faith they can reach farther and do some measure of good. The absolute highlight of April was watching Miss Debbie, and other hard working folks from Whiteville, receive a standing ovation at the Full Frame premiere. In that moment their labor was truly respected and my own realized. Thank you to all who showed up and showed out! — D.L. Anderson