The Casting Couch Test and the History of Rape

The practice and consent of rape impregnates the history of Humanity. In the Judeo-Christian tradition, for example, Judges 21:10-24 NLT,  states that “This is what you are to do,” says this verse, “Completely destroy all the males and every woman who is not a virgin.”  Among the residents of Jabesh-gilead they found four hundred young virgins who had never slept with a man, and they brought them to the camp at Shiloh in the land of Canaan

Ghenhis Kham,  the great Mongolian Emperor, when asked what made him happy is known to have said “to vanquish your enemies, to chase them before you, to rob them of their wealth, to see those dear to them bathed in tears, to clasp to your bosom their wives and daughters.”  An international group of geneticists studying Y-chromosome data have found that nearly 8 percent of the men living in the region of the former Mongol empire carry y-chromosomes that are nearly identical. That translates to 0.5 percent of the male population in the world, or roughly 16 million descendants living today.   Rape being a war method.

To the Shiite and the Jihad warriors of Muhammad, Allah, the Exalted, sent down the Qur’anic verse: “And all married women (are forbidden) unto you save those (captives) whom your right hands possess,” and, Qur’an 70:22-30,  states that “those who hold to the truth of the Day Of Judgement; and those who fear the displeasure of their Lord—for their Lord’s displeasure is the opposite of Peace and Tranquility—and those who guard their chastity, except with their wives and the (captives) whom their right hands possess—for (then) they are not to be blamed.

We may think we’re eons away from this type of behavior as a society, we are civilized people here in America, much evolved from the barbarian practice of rape.   But according to RAINN:

Every 98 seconds, an American is sexually assaulted. And every 8 minutes, that victim is a child. Meanwhile, only 6 out of every 1,000 perpetrators will end up in prison.

The Casting Couch refers to the trading of sexual favors by an aspirant or subordinate in return for career advancement within an organization.  In the 1930s, Joseph Goebbels was said to run a casting couch operation.  There have been several cases in recent modern history in which rape and the casting couch has been a perpetuated practice by people of power for decades before being exposed.  And Harvey Weinstein is not the only case.

An article in the New York Time says that “Mr. O’Reilly and his employers came under intense pressure when after April 1 this year, 2017, it was revealed that Fox News and its parent company, 21st Century Fox, had “repeatedly stood by him” and that the company had reached settlements with five women who had made complaints of sexual harassment by him.  Said agreements may have totaled about $13 million.”

 

There are many women and men in the world who must face the casting couch test, not only behind Hollywood doors but in many other ‘casting’ places pressured by potentates with the power to make their careers successful.  In such cases, casting can be interpreted as hired, selected to do business with, promoted, or any other circumstance in which another person has the power to make somebody’s dream come true and/or see their hard work finally pay off.

Many victims don’t have the valor or integrity to stop seductive advances and are easy prey.  This may cause emotional disturbances in many victims who have ‘failed’ the test and may result in mental illness, whether they may have succumbed to sexual advances or bribery of another sort causing them to suffer financial loss and career black balling in those who ‘passed’ the test.

Isabel, the protagonist of this screenplay, a vivacious go getter, knew the stakes were high when she set set her life compass on Iconic Actress.  Putting everything behind her and looking forward to making her dream come true, the sensual and dynamic Isabel settled in L.A. with enough financial standing to jump-start her membership in the high-profile, celebrity games played by industry moguls and their sidekicks.

First, she signed on with a reputable Hollywood agent.  Rob always looked like he had just stepped out of a Guess commercial.  Together, they devised a plan to make Isabel  stand out, and she auditioned for many mainstream roles turning down those that stereotyped her.  Being a karate black belt meant a lot of stunt roles. Her agility was remarkable and her histrionic skills weren’t bad.  She had flair and passion.  The next part of the plan for Isabel was to mingle and network, but it was agreed that she wouldn’t take on any lovers.  Rob would frequently accompany his new ‘possession’  to the many red carpet events and industry cocktails and her circle of insider friends expanded in no time at all.

While vying for the protagonist role of a mega blockbuster that would brand her as one of Hollywood’s favorites, and encouraged by Rob to consent to the casting couch requirement,  Isabel met Leroy, her lover from another life, and this inciting incident would cause her to experience flashbacks, lucid dreams, and delusional states of mind in which she was another Isabel living in the 1820s.  Her new found lover, Leroy, was Seminole Black Indian who took her captive.

Flown in last-minute as the festival’s tycoon guest, Dan Goldberg was seated next to his victim and would ask her if she cared for a night cap.  Rob, a Hollywood insider, as her agent,  knew exactly how things were done in town and had pulled all the strings beforehand.

Destiny had other plans.  Leroy was there on the stage singing to her heart and for one night she gave in and forgot about ‘the plan.’ The country singer at the Grand Ole Opryland had been the festival’s closing act.   After retrieving her Award, the rendezvous lovers escaped to the dance floor and from there to Leroy’s room, leaving poor old Dan out in the cold. That was the beginning of the casting couch saga.

Dan didn’t give up, though. The cold-shoulder reception only spiked his ego.  Many dining invitations and quality time spent with Dan practicing lines for the casting, later, Isabel was still in the game.  Isabel’s talent struck the casting execs favorably on audition day. But she didn’t get the part. What then?

After the lovers’ rendezvous, Isabel had been possessed by the visions and lucid dreams of her life among the Seminoles where she was taken captive from Fort Mose during the times of Florida’s US takeover in 1821.  Isabel had been the wife of a lieutenant captain with the Spanish Armada, one of few Spanish women in the new world wanting expansion.  While lending a helping hand to several runaways arrived from the southern plantations in search of freedom, she had been taken hostage by Leroy during his recruitment operation.

After the sale of Florida to the US in 1819, everything would change at Fort Mose, where runaways became Spaniard soldiers in exchange for freedom.  However, the Armada would soon evacuate St. Augustine to a post in Columbia’s Cartagena de Indias.  The group of natives and runaways fighting in the western lands of the Florida peninsula knew about the sale and had been recruiting among the Fort Mose warriors convincing them that they would soon become enslaved again once they were not needed to protect the Fort.   Leroy and his men took the fort by surprise and set out but the Armada guards from St. Augustine arrived and escape was only possible taking a hostage, Isabel.

After nursing the injured and feeding the hungry African travelers, Isabel sat by the brook writing in her diary.  Everything happened so fast, the black Indian picked her up like a leaf and carried her inside the thicket where they disappeared from sight along with the seventeen men and 4 women who had joined the Seminole plight.  Years passed and Isabel became an integral part of the Seminole life next to Leroy with whom she had a child.

Between the world of Hollywood conniving and the Seminole’s saga,  Isabel fought for her sanity.  It didn’t help that she mixed her meds with alcohol, and she soon became manic depressed.   Finding vestiges of the diary she saw in her visions would prove reincarnation true and satisfy her obsession. So she reached out to the Seminoles in the Everglades where she met Dt. Otter, an archaeologist overseeing a dig.

Months later, when all seemed lost, they came to visit her at the rehab center in Santa Monica. The two Seminole women, one a child, the other her grandmother, brought an heirloom box containing the remnants of  diary.  Thanking them, Isabel sat under a tree and read the last entry in the diary made by her past life’s surviving son with Leroy, Jose Leonardo.  He had made it to Oklahoma with others and was a proud Seminole.

At that moment, a very old Isabel, who had taken refuge in convent life after being forced by her Spanish husband to return, dies smiling atop the turret of the old Cathedral of Cartagenas, knowing the fate of her long-lost son.

 

 

 

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Ghost Writers must know the hero’s world

A writer must know, really know, the world the hero lives in from many different angles if it’s to recreate a deep character with layers of significance.  This complexity is what I love about a character.

Writers sometimes use poetry to warm up their creative juices for the day. Sometimes I do. I get in touch with my feelings and accept them or do away with them if I don’t want them and get right into the writing.  The vision comes more clearly to me that way when I am in a state of zen. I write what I live and live what I write.image003  The following is an expert from my book Sandcastles which I am reading and revising.

Dream

Make every day a new dream

every hour an ecstasy

never regret your mistakes

but never make the same one twice

face every challenge

strengthen self-esteem

put aside ungratified desires

don’t miss things you don’t have

measure every opportunity

let it o by if it means trouble

treasure memories of bliss

they’ll come around to greet you

on every door to knock

they’re hidden smiles upon hard times

feel alive each minute

look around you and be one with your surroundings

let emotions take you over

and be free this way

never stay on the same track too long

change goals when you can’t reach them

trying is what counts and what we learn from

striving to achieve is the one objective

intensify your senses

omit no details

meditate and concentrate

life is too short for self-pity and contempt

By Angela Terga, written in 1978

Angela’s screenplays

 

angelaterga.comAngela Terga – writer, producer, director

Writing a screenplay takes a lot of time and effort. These are my flowers.
-Hybrid is a story within a story about how the future will judge us and creating an enlightened society.
-TNC is an international conspiracy to possess and manipulate the truth of Virgin’s Mary’s testimony to St. Luke.
-Sotru is non-other than the mother of all equal rights advocates and how truth sets us free.
-Isabel is a determined woman that gets what she wants in a future life.
-Robbie is a rock that holds the wisdom of the universe within accessible only to those with pure hearts.
I have another one coming soon. And there are others without graphics yet.
Stay tuned. 

 

 

Focus on Focusing

Have you ever felt like you were on the short end of the stick,  travelling in the opposite way in which you wished to go and wondered why? Well, if it’s all in our mind, then focusing on what you want should get you more of it, if you take out the stigma of not having it. That’s what Wayne Dyer, Deepak Chopra, Esther Hicks, and Napoleon Hill, the Secret, and many other Law of Attraction paracletes abrogate. But to no consolation since the lack of whatever it is you want and don’t have is the constant mediator between you and yourself.

After much sen seing on your part to yourself, over and over, again and again, you may feel to be in an illumined state of ‘let it be; let it go,’ don’t push in either direction, stay put, relax. Where there is neither pain nor gain, neither joy nor sorrow, nothingness brings you to the start.  Fresh and out of Compton into the Vortex where all your dreams are real, there is nothing lacking, and life, reality, your bank account, the hits on your YouTube channel and your place on Google are all indicators of your right alignment that makes ‘it is as it is’ the dream of dreams.

Wishing everyone a Happy Mother’s Day! From TAT Productions, A Woman in Film.

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Quantum Leaping

My decision to quit my job as a teacher didn’t just come about over the course of this very eye-opening school year. It’s a dream come true, an answered prayer and a leap of faith.

The teaching profession as the Antagonist.  Not only do teachers receive the same pay they were receiving 20 years ago, if you think of the increase in the cost of living, but they have fewer medical benefits and less job security than only a few years ago. The health hazards of the profession include tinnitus, a dropped bladder, depression, and obesity.  The ringing in my ears started several years ago and gets worse with noise and stress.  Restroom breaks whenever my body needs them is a privilege only for other professionals, I must rush and feel guilty when I do.  Obesity may be a sign of depression. Yoga, meditation and self-help books help, but it’s not enough. Depression comes from frustration and lack of motivation.  Lack of motivation comes from being frustrated.  It’s a vicious cycle.  The feeling of not having enough is another cause of depression. The positive financial gain of the modest state retirement plan program for the future when all is done and said, is offset by the lower wages received throughout the career years. It just comes to be reality that you can never amount to much more than making ends meet at a mediocre level. In order to keep your status you pay exorbitant amounts to live in a ‘nice’ neighborhood, and then have to burn gas to get around and risk foreclosure.  That’s all your salary is good for and we must be grateful for that!  During lunch I discovered there were two other teachers in the building who had had a foreclosure.  And to top it off, students, parents, administrators, the whole world feel disdain towards teachers.  After all, “those who can’t do teach.” If teachers want respect, well, they need to just get it.

No one really wants to help. The Union has a book of rules. It says that if a teacher has a complaint and wants to make a grievance about the working conditions, he/she has 30 days to file the grievance after being aware of the condition.  So you really can’t wait until it affects you, you must do all this within the first 30 days of school when all hell is loose and teachers have a million things to do. Nice rule. I wonder who it helps.  So I have 6 classes instead of 5 and get no planning period, as I should according to the Union rules; but the other rule says I cannot file a grievance after 30 days.  So if I was hoping there would be more students coming in up to the head count month in October, so that another teacher could be hired and it didn’t happen, I just have to take it or leave it.  So I did what was right. Someone has to. My advice, hire the right amount of teachers.  That’s who research says makes the greatest impact on students’ performance. Don’t overload your greatest asset, it will stop being great and the consequence is lower student performance. Student-teacher contact hours shouldbe limited as it is detrimental to teacher’s mental and emotional health. After a few hours without a break it gets unbearable. But who is listening?

Once,  after standing up and refusing to click thousands of times to input a grade on a practice being enforced upon the student body on their own time, I was called to conference and asked to submit complaints in a private way. But I thought I had done it the right away, out loud for all to hear.  Why should I have to click thousands more time to input a grade for something that is not a subject matter that I teach or a program that I implement with my studetns in class?  On top of not having a planning period to call parents, plan for two different types of subject matters and do grading, I have to take on another clicking job.  As if my job description was that of data entry clerk. Not only that, they also wanted me to call the parents of studetns who are not getting on. My reply during tht conference was that we were creating a nation of dummies. You should the lack of personal touch in that program.  We complain about kids on video games and give them a senseless one to learn to and analyze text? Teachers usually meet behind closed doors to criticize the new mandates heaped upon them and nag, but they’re silent like sheep to the slaughterhouse during faculty and departmental meetings.  Protesting and demanding your rights takes courage and self-respect.  “Integrity is choosing courage over comfort, choosing what is right over what is easy or fun, and choosing to practice values, rather than just professing them.” Annonymous.

When outsiders want to make an impression in the world for being the good guys and/or want to get the millenial market, they look towards schools.  But they never send a teacher to help the studetns learn for more than a couple of hours. The docent visitors come and show off how wonderful they are, teach the theory and never come back. The teacher gets stuck with the rest. Hands-on activities where children make a final product take place in many instances but it is at the expense of teachers who make the extra effort.  That was the case with the TV network that donated thousands of assets in equipment to the school but never sent anyone to teach the students how to use it.  They only send professionals who show and tell about their acclaimed successes. Again, they’re left with the teacher to do the day to day of doing something.

Passing the dreadful tests becomes a greater challenge for schools and equires that more time is spent in preparation than in doing meaningful activities.  State tests change to a more difficult version once a high percent of the low socio-economic population is able to pass them. Imposing the reign of terror and the strategy of keeping people behind, in direct opposition to the No child left behind Act in the state of Florida,  is what I have witnessed in these 22 years.  Right when students started passing the FCAT and teachers were teaching more again (a danger to the minds of students), and the children were learning more things (another danger to society), the powers-that-be decided it was time to adopt another test, a much more difficult one, the dreaded FSA,  one that will prevent the masses from passing it.  Therefore, they will not be able to earn a high school diploma or  enter colleges.

The last thing the state wants is to have real good teachers who are not willing to take abuse or compromise for a lousy paycheck any longer or have any kind of imagination. The mindlessness or mindfulness of our future generations will be the final product. We are already witnessing lack of sensitivity towards humanity and an absence of compassion in much of the world around us. Take a look at the messages behind the highest paid forms of entertainment available to all, movies? The state wants teachers who are cookie cut to obey orders without taking into consideration what is best for students and teachers and instead want to serve the State  and local bureaucracy, not the people.  What would you say about a car manufacturer who doesn’t listen to the mechanics on board about what makes the car run better?

The solution is blowing in the wind.  For me, it’s time that I stand on my own two feet. Hopefully, there will be more like me, willing to stand up for their beliefs and travel to the other side where all is possible. In this pasture, we are teaching compassion, it starts with loving yourself by doing what you love to do. So far, I’ve submitted to Film Freeway, to the Audience Awards, and have started research for my next new project. My other projects are moving along spreading their wings.  More original projects are getting a thrust and I’m able to be in silence, exercise more and take restroom breaks as I please. Monetizing my skills and imagination is just a matter of attracting it with thoughts and actions.

The teacher in me loves having a good time with my students and my goal is to entertain them with stories about the past and future in unsuspected places where anything could be possible, there are no judges and people follow their own lead.  I was once apalled when someone said I would always be a teacher.  Horrified, I said, “Oh no, there is no hope for little old me.” But then I spread my wings and flew over the coccoo’s nest only to realize he was right, and I will always be a teacher.  But now I am a better one, for I am teaching self respect, integrity, imagination, hope, faith, and perseverance by all that I do to get to the mind of my students at large with these wondeful stories of enlightenment. Want to read oneimage002? Visit http://amzn.to/2n37oxI and purchase the latest edition of Utopia on Kindle. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tracking the Writing of SoTru, a biopic of social relevance

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Formerly known as “I Am Sojourner Truth” screenplay by Angela Terga and Lateef Calloway.

First the visionary structure. On October of 2016, you saw me fly across the Atlantic to attend Linda Aronson’s non linear script writing master class at Ealing Studios in London. The workshop added confidence to how we, the writers, chose to structure SoTru, the screenplay I’ve been working on since the summer of 2015 with Lateef Calloway, the young independent producer and director whose mission is to bring forth the ultimate icon of feminism and equality through the life and works of Sojourner Truth. The nature and relevance of her teachings are just as pertinent or more today than ever. More than a year later, at the beginning of 2017, Lateef and I plan to meet for several days when we will scrutinize the screenplay, compare it to the Treatment, take notes and then polish the…

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London eyes “I am Sojourner Truth”

Attending the 21ST CENTURY SCREENWRITER WORKSHOP helps screenwriters SEE more clearly into their non linear structures.

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London eyes “I am Sojourner Truth”

The knowing. A couple of months ago, when presented with a choice of tote bag, I was instantly drawn to the one portraying a Royal Guard, so sure I felt of going to Britain this year.  Sure enough, parading through London’s tube lines, greens and round-abouts with my writer’s caddy, taking in London’s autumn freshness, must have been the work of royal angels.

The culprit. It was none other than Sojourner Truth herself who must surely regret having turned down an invitation from her Majesty Queen Victoria in 1867, and has found a way to ‘visit with those folks’ through the screenplay of her life.  On October 22 and 23 of 2016, Sojourner’s second amanuensis, me, Angela Terga, submitted “I am Sojourner Truth” to scrutiny by testing the screenplay’s soundness against the analytical eloquence of Linda Aronson’s non-linear STORY TELLING delivered to a group of peer dreamers at London’s Ealing Studios, Ealing Green, London w5 5EP.  

The Right Workshop: First, I must say Linda was a wide-eyed, clarity driven sort of screenplay wizard who dissects and dismembers movies and scripts in order to reveal the curve and arch of non linear structures. I must confess that when The 21st Century Screenwriter Workshop came to my attention, the first thing I thought of was “that’s me.”  Time jumps, multiple protagonists, flashbacks, parallel stories and fragmented narratives are the trademark of 21st century writers who dare bend  scripts spines into pretzels. This vanguard workshop attended by like-minded risk takers, created by acclaimed scriptwriter and presenter, Linda Aronson, proves so.

Did I say clarity-driven? Linda showed us the way in which several super successful movie plots twist and turn departing from the most trodden road. Starting out, each script was planned and executed with a clear view of how the parts all fit together and are taken apart. The who is who and where we are, the what are we here to accomplish, and the why of a story at any given beat throughout the arch seen through Linda’s bright blue eyes, delivered us from sin. You see, even fragmented narratives have a uniform arch and three act structure.  And just because a story is told in non sequential chronos, it doesn’t mean you can’t see it from beginning to end. Some middles are compressed and that gives story a quicker pace.

My work now consists on reflecting and devouring more of the movies and shows she pulled apart under a new critical light with her voice behind every beat of the way inciting my taste buds and improving the digestive process. Movies and shows like Babel, The Queen, Finding Nemo, The Lemon Tree, Pulp Fiction, The Insider, Guarding Tess, Memento, The Butterfly Effect, Philomena,City of Hope, The Shine, Amores Perros, Chicken Run, True Detectives, Daybreak, The Usual suspects, Nashville, Pumpkin Honey Bunny, Citizen Kane and others that will surface in the mix are examples of the twisted way story tellers can use to engage and sustain an audience’s lust.

Sojourner’s Heroic Journeys.  The nonlinearity of the joint copyrighted script I wrote, with the vision and monitoring of Sojourner’s young producer, Lateef Calloway, springs from logical engagement. We open at midpoint somewhat closer to the end than to the beginning. There is a disturbance followed by the second turning point: the publishing of the Life of a Northern Slave, by Sojourner Truth which sets her off on her third journey.  But before the story line moves on, we learn more about how this incredibly gifted soul got her start in life as a Northern slave, and we begin the narrative from cradle to the second turning point where the movie starts, through flashback.  Now that we have cried and laughed and sang and danced and seen the Light during Sojourner’s youth, we cheer her on her way during the 2nd and 3rd acts compressed as one where Sojourner courageously confronts the rebellious spirit of those doomed by slavery and the greed and power of those clinging to their lies. It’s not by force and guns that hearts can be won over, she knows, but through logical reasoning, wit, compassion and the hope of God. That is her cry out of Peace, alarmed by Douglas’ (Frederick Douglas) call to blood at Fanneuil Hall where we begin her saga. “Why does it have to come to blood? How could more death and destruction be avoided?” Sojourner knew the truth and that’s why she incessantly gave talks, sang, witted and paraded up and down the Northern States from East to West, winning folks over to the cause of Freedom, Equality and Peace.

But in both, the oppressed and the oppressor, insurrection was boiling over with violence (Nat Turner, 1831; John Brown, 1859; David Ruggles, 1838). Sojourner’s call for love and compassion, a true saint, is met with incarcerations, protests, and riots. Unable to stop the landslide, she joins the Union guards and leads the first Black regiments to the inevitable with her hymn, “The Valiant Soldiers,” of her own creation.  Although born free, even her firstborn grandchild, named James after Sojourner’s father, loses his life in a southern swamp fighting for his enslaved brothers and sisters who were received with open arms as freedmen by Sojourner in DC, under the auspices of the Lincoln administration. 

The Third Act. The flames of the climbing action continue throughout the Third Act and with Sojourner’s readiness to Reconstruct America by her vision of Equality. But only indifference and cold shoulders are offered by DC politics.  Determined to change history, after many more sojourns through the norther states from east to west, this time with a petition to Congress in hand, Sojourner returns to her home in Battle Creek where she buries her second grandchild and beloved companion.  Abandoned by her abolitionist friends who retired after the 13th Amendment; torn by the Women’s Rights Association’s rift by the passing of the Black Man’s vote denying women the same right, Sojourner will join forces with the newly created Equal Rights Association. Facing foreclosure on her home in Battle Creek,  and eventual indigence, she reaches out to the world and finds renewed strength to publish a new edition of her book with the help of friends. And, to her surprise, from across the ocean,  people from all over Great Britain, send her English roses with an invitation to visit the Queen and flood her out into commission again. Sojourner’s visit to Kansas to help with the Exodusters, and the time she went to the polls to vote in 1876 were her last feats, but she continued to give auditions once a week up until the last day. Sojourner’s call to action could not, can not be silenced. “Instigate, instigate,” she pokes a finger at us and never drifts away, she goes “home like a shooting star.” 

London is not just a city, it is the world. Those two intense days of listening and following Mrs. Linda Aronson’s critical reasoning, coupled with London’s ambiance at Ealing Green, the Grove restaurants and cafés, The King’s Arms Pub, Abbey’s Lodge, and Harry+Hooly’s cafe, were revitalizing and renewed my writing spirit.  

So much diversity in the hustle and bustle of the day, shoulder to shoulder, men and women of all races and nationalities are present in body and spirit. Sojourner was helped to carry  luggage up and down stairs twice. Several people took time to give Sojourner detailed directions, and one young lady even walked her to her destination. Delicious and succulent organic dishes were prepared right in front of her eyes and she was greeted by affable and attentive patrons world-wide. 

We know the spirit of the world is Sojourner Truth, I am Sojourner Truth, you are too, we listen deeply to each other when we meet.

The Writing of “I am Sojourner Truth”

About a year ago I approached an independent producer on Facebook, the talented, Lateef Calloway, when he announced his intention of producing a biopic about America’s first black woman to gain notoriety, the dynamic preacher, abolitionist and feminist activist, Sojourner Truth, author of the Narrative of Sojourner Truth a Northern Slave (1797-1883). Embarking in such a high profile project as a writer seemed a breakthrough opportunity in all respects. When the producer and I agreed on the terms I had already started to gain knowledge about the polemic African American Sibyl. And what we envisioned during our planning time together was a biopic that would cover her entire life in a non-linear way.

The first thing I did was read the “Narrative of Sojourner Truth” a few times to get to know her intimately. Having been denied the right to learn to read and write didn’t stop Sojourner from being an author.  That’s just the way she was, a woman of ‘no excuses.’ So Olive Gilbert, her fellow Association of Education and Industry member and friend, was her amanuensis.  Gilbert’s voice tells us what she heard from Sojourner, as she saw it, in her own socio-political and historical perspective.  But through and through we see the determination of a woman to make a difference no matter what the situation of her life was. She was someone who always did the right thing and attracted high profile characters of the times to herself, or people who would help her on her quest. But she also met a lot of opposition.

Isabella, Sojourner’s given name at birth, wanted freedom, but not at the expense of leaving behind her little ones, and when she walked away from bondage she remained but a day’s walk away. How rapacious did John Dumont seem when he demanded $5 for the rental of the child Sophia, not yet old enough to work and $20 for Isabella after she had earned him $2000 on a bet where her strength and endurance were the only things of value! How much more moral standing did Isabella have over him as a human being!  Why would she be the best worker on the land if it didn’t belong to her, and she was just enslaved labor deprived of identity? Amour-propre, the satisfaction of being the best you can be, the spirit of the overcomer, the power of self-discipline, putting her all into the present.  Sounds like an Ekhart Tolle tape.

There was one thing they couldn’t take from her and that was her dignity, her self-worth, her true self. That’s why Sally hated her and John Dumont admired her. Sally found a way to hurt her where she knew it would hurt the most, by selling her son away.  But that was just the challenge for Sojourner’s newly acquired faith and relationship with Jesus. And she got her son back. I can see Sally’s disappointment and bitterness when she heard the news.

But that was just the beginning. The newly-discovered self spreads its wings and takes flight as the inborn Christ saving the lost souls of the Five Corners along with philanthropist of the Wesleyan Methodist Perfectionist Society, teaching temperance first, and later embracing a false idol in the Kingdom of Matthias where the same perfectionists pointed their guilty fingers at the most vulnerable when the kingdom came into scrutiny by the State of New York. Absolved by the Grand Jurors of any wrong doing and compensated for the injurious unfounded claim on her character, an awakened soul sets forth to fulfill its social reform mission as Sojourner Truth, an advocate of righteousness throughout the land, never again adhering to any one sect or religion but using her own discernment to interpret the scriptures.  First as a child and later as Sojourner, speaking directly with God was a gift she put to good use to the end.

So, although she relocated to Harmonia, a Spiritualist community, with friends from New York and the Association, and she participated in séances, these only made her more aware of the spiritual guides surrounding her, like her father, with whom she had a special connection in life. “Religion is empty,” she said, “why build monumental churches when the poor and old aren’t ministered to,” she’d argue.

In her days, she witnessed the mass incarceration of black men in America, the institutionalization of the welfare system in response to inadequate integration plans, or rather lack of integration plans for the freedmen, as well as the great Exodust of the 1790s, which she prophesied would happen if measures weren’t taken to settle the freedmen in the vast expanses of land in the west.

If I could choose one word that contains the essence of her legacy, I would choose, in the words of Sojourner Truth: “agitate, agitate.” And my favorite Sojourner Truth quote is “If women want rights, more than they got, why don’t they just take them instead of talking about it?’

How does this translate today? Well for beginners, I’m writing a biopic, and I have never done so, I am not a Hollywood writer, I am not African American, I am not a graduate of Julliard school, or UCLA, neither does my uncle, cousin, dad, or aunt have any Hollywood connections.  I spent twenty years teaching school and I got tired of living the adage, “those who can’t do, teach.”

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The Association of Education and Industry was the commune that she referred to as being truly egalitarian.

 

I don’t care what people think.  I am writing the biopic of Sojourner Truth as an independent writer, for an independent producer, and I intend to do a very good job. Not only do I practice what I have already learned about writing a screenplay but I must keep seeking knowledge and testing my skills.

It’s been a high peak learning curve.  An MFA in CW only got me started on the path of writing.  I have written and rewritten a novel, about 6 screenplays, produced a -50-minute film and a short (my first), and I have no more funds to produce. So now what? Start with the end in mind.  Find distribution, tie the scripts to famous actors, network, submit to festivals and contests, pitch where and when possible. But most of all, keep writing, keep improving those editing and production skills by planning and analyzing your own and others’ works. So the learning never stops. And when I wonder if this is in vain, I say to myself, in vain is not doing. “I am Sojourner Truth.”

Talking about learning through the work of others, I recently had the pleasure of pitching to one of the rudest panels I have pitched to in my short pitching career (If you can make a career of pitching). It was at the 2016 MFMM at CAMACOL in Miami.  Why rude? Well, Miss Karen Hall, with all her Emmies and Humanitas, a prolific writer of popular TV shows, felt I was angry at her on my pitch.  I think that one has to feel angry in order to perceive angers from others. It is not my problem but hers. She should check her anger meter before it gets out of whack.  Why would anyone be angry after receiving all those accolades? I was just being dramatic and very succinct.  But I thought I would get questions like, “Oh, what is the ecotomb, and how does the protagonist wreak havoc?” Instead, I got what I interpreted as “you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, I’m the writer and I’m telling you, that’s not how you do it.” Well, too bad for you, Ms. Hall, if you can’t come down from your pedestal and learn to listen to us mortals. Somebody will.  My pitch was “Survivors of the Holocaust of Humanity sit around the lar and tell the story of Taharai, a venous hrybrid who wreaked havoc in the cities of the modern world before the Ecotomb.” That was my chosen elevator pitch. I was going to pitch another but I decided to be loyal to my first project. (It was a great personal pleasure to work with actors and crew).

In my metaphysical studies I’ve learned that what you see in others is what you are feeling yourself. You see the world as you are. Where you see anger you have anger. Where you see love you are love. Where you see pain you feel pain. That is my response to those like Ms. Karen Hall.  I’m afraid of her now that I know she sees the world through angry eyes. I was just being dramatic. Was anyone on the panel interested in content, or were they there only to warn wannabe writers and producers, one, that TV writing and being a showrunner is too hard; two, that people should respect those who are doing this very difficult job; and, three, that you must move to Hollywood/L.A. so that through a friend that has a friend that “happens” to know one, after you “happen” to land the manuscript on his/her happenstance’ lap, you might “happen” to be lucky and land an agent. Frustrated? Naw… Discouraged? Naww…

Then, during the ABFF week, I had the more pleasant experience of listening to two great panels during ABFF week.  The first was hosted by HBO’s  26-year veteran Bruce Richmond who spoke about hybrid television, a great topic, too much to go into now, among other things. But basically, he sold HBO’s product and productivity, gave us a really good HBO pitch. He showed us how the west was won, basically. All the tricks involved in the making of a TV series such as Game of Thrones, the most popular TV show on the IMDB chart in 2016. Bruce and Gena (Gena Desclor), let the audience know early on in the 3hr (so called) workshop, that anyone trying to submit should contact the creative department and specifically, Kelley Edwards.  So I bet she must have had a hot earlobe that night.

Finally, this Father’s Day, I got to meet two young ladies making a difference on diversity TV right now.  Karen Horne SVP of Programming & Talent Development & Inclusion for NBC Entertainment who was more positive and advised the writers to submit through the workshops and fellowships that stations already have in place.  But she also recommended moving to L.A. and didn’t offer any tips on how to get an agent, other than writing a spec script that’s good enough to be noticed. The second speaker was Courtney Kemp Agboh, the creator and writer of Power, who seconded what Horne had already signaled out.  But Kemp went as far as saying that you have to be willing to go lower than getting lunches, whatever it takes to get into the writer’s room, for she got to where she’s at by going through the ropes.  Even what you wear and how nice you are, of course, is of the utmost importance. But don’t forget you have to be the best writer there to be noticed.

One element all writing workshops I attended had in common was that they promote, support, and stick to the traditional format of one hero on a quest obstructed by a villain and in the end changed by the choices and circumstances of his chosen journey, lots of violence, some sex and some big theme. I think for Brother the theme is the same as for Breaking Bad: “Does the end justify the means?” Can someone kill and not commit a crime? It is more like getting even with society and in the end making it all look good by having a legit business like a club.  It’s kind of Scarfacish to me, redundant, except this is an African American protagonist.

Going back to the initial goal of this blog, the problem with writing a biopic such as “I am Sojourner Truth” is that there usually isn’t enough dramatic action in a famous person’s life for it to be a captivating story.   The famous person’s life may have had a lot of ups and downs, but lacks the level of dramatic curve seen in these digitized dramas.

For starters, you must decide whether you are writing about something in the life of your hero or about the life of your hero. In other words, instead of ambitiously covering her entire life, should I focus only on the incredible feat of getting her son back from an evil and brute creep down south using the law in a courtroom? In this case, the villain was Sally, the mistress who wanted Isabella to hurt because she could never have her soul. However, Isabella had the fire of the inborn Christ presence in her and cast away all evils.

At every step of the way, Sojourner faces an antihero. In Matthias Kingdom it was the hypocrite Ann Folger who would get into Isabella’s bed at night, when the men were away, to show her how he (Matthias) made love to her (Mrs. Helen Folger), and when under suspicion, point a guilt-ridden dirty finger at Isabella using her as the scapegoat of the Perfectionist Society. Isabella, the lower class member, was the easiest target they could use as a shield. But the burning presence of the Holy Spirit remained a constant in Isabella’s life and this truth she breathed manifested. Isabella was not only absolved of any injurious culpability, but she also received restitution for damages and injury to her character. Way to go, Bell!

In another instance, it was the opposition of the rebels that she must confront in order to make her freedom of speech count. And she sure showed them, she did! Following that it was the conductors of the DC trolleys that she had to take on in order to get to ride and do away with the Jim Crow car. Not once but twice pressing charges against them. She was a legalist.

Furthermore, it was the freedmen themselves whom she must contradict for “their own good;” and it was the indifference of the administrations during Reconstruction to relocate the freedmen as enfranchised citizens instead of institutionalizing the undignified welfare system that she fought to the end. These were her nemesis, along with trying to exercise her right to vote by showing up at precincts.  She believed in taking what was rightfully hers.

How far would you go to get your own rights? She went as far as no one had before her, farther that she ever thought she could.   “I am Sojourner Truth.”  Her legacy is the spirit of the overcomer, of no excuses, whether Black, slave or woman. Not enough drama? We’ll see how well I can create a villain and a curve in every one of the five acts.  Why five acts? That’s how you break it up for television, and although this is a movie for the big a well as all the screens, it makes sense to use the five act strategy with so much material to cover, like Shakespeare did with his dramas.