This morning I learned that Brad is dead. He was shot by police in Oaxaca, Mexico . He was videotaping for indymedia.
I met him in a bus station in New York . He was there to see my partner, an old friend of his. I read his posts from Brazil on a couple of lists & I was deeply impressed by his courage as a journalist to show the hidden part of a story.
This summer, he stopped at our place & spent here a couple of days. In same time were here a friend of ours from Minneapolis with her two teenage kids. We enjoy our time swimming in Wisconsin River & Devil’s Lake, visiting a Greek – orthodox monastery close to Boscobel & Dr. Evermore’s exhibit.
Brad & I spoke a lot about film language & its potential: to manipulate or to use it in an objective way, to show the reality behind the scene.
I remember him as a bright very alive spirit, deeply enjoying his life, expressing very clear his ideas & believes.
The news about his death is devastating and learning that he was shot by police in a demonstration of teachers asking for the right to have a decent life is another revelation about what the human world still is.