Review
San Francisco International Lesbian & Gay Film Festival 1995
Bay Area Reporter June 15,1995
written by Wendell Ricketts
When the late Mark Lowe Fisher's
manisifesto Bury
Me Furiously appeared
anonymously in the now-defunct QW magazine in October 92, it wasn't
the first time an activist had suggested that the funerals of
friends and lovers with AIDS deserved to assume a political and
social dimension far beyond the act of private grieving.
In 1988, writing in "Post Cards from America: X-Rays from Hell," his catalog essay for "Witnesses: Against Our
Vanishing," an Artists Space exhibit in New York, David Wojnarowicz
observed, "There is a tendency for people affected by this
epidemic to police each other or prescribe what the most important
gestures for dealing with this experience of loss would be. I
resent that, and at the same time worry that friends will slowly
become professional pallbearers ... perfecting their rituals of
death rather than the relatively simple ritual of life such as
screaming in the streets."
Screaming in the streets is what James Wentzy's Political Funerals,
showing at the San Francisco International Lesbian and Gay Film
Festival on June 17th 1995, is all about. Even at only 29 minutes,
it's an extraordinary piece of documentary work (produced by DIVA
TV--Damned Interfering Video Activists-- on the weekly series
AIDS Community Television).
Beginning with striking images from Wojnarowicz's own New York
funeral, Wentzy infuses his documentary with a kind of home-movie
edginess: the occasionally odd angle or the shakiness of a hand
holding a camera add to the documentary's sense of immediacy and,
indeed, to its humanity. These are regular people attending the
funerals of their regular friends-that horrific and familiar ritual.
What isn't regular, however, is the sight of a body being carried
through the public streets in an open coffin. The D.C. funeral
of Tim Bailey, for example, which Wentzy includes, provoked a
bizarre confrontation with police. Marchers, attempting to take
Bailey's coffin out of a van for a procession, were ordered to
stop. When they insisted on continuing, a macabre wrestling match
took place, with the coffin at the center of it and Bailey's body
jostling around inside. It sounds undignified-disrespect for the
dead and all - but the scene is almost supernaturally inspiring.
It's the immediacy again-that and the question that the documentary
asks so well: Whomever the "authorities" are in any
given situation, what are they so afraid to let people see?
Indeed, wherever they take place, political funerals are frequently
attacked-largely because of the powerful reaction (and calls to
action) that they invoke. One of the great ironies of the South
African freedom movement, in fact, was that public funerals almost
always brought violence from police and that, in turn often led
to another public funeral. It was an eloquent, if cruel, metaphor
for the cycle of oppression in South Africa under apartheid.
Wojnarowicz, among others, saw the utility of such demonstrations
for the struggle against AIDS-both for their furtherance of political
goals and for their ability to remind the living that grief did
not have to remain private, did not have to be kept politely apart
from anger. Wojnarowicz, whose words are heard as narration throughout
the film, wrote in Post Cards from America: "I imagine what
it would be like if, each time a lover, friend or stranger died
of this disease, their friends, lovers, or neighbors would take
their dead body and drive with it in a car a hundred miles an
hour to Washington D.C. and blast through the gates of the white
house ... and then dump their lifeless form on the front steps.
It would be comforting to see those friends, neighbors, lovers
and strangers mark time and place and history in such a public
way."
Indeed, the 1992 "Ashes Action" in Washington D.C. was
almost exactly that. In Wentzy's footage, marchers hurl bowls
and baggies and urns full of dead friends' cremation ashes over
the gates of the White House and onto the lawn, translating into
action a marriage of personal and political motivations that is
literally breathtaking. If these are mere gestures, they are,
as Mark Fisher wrote, gestures which make clear that "the
living, those who love the deceased, are bereaved, furious and
undefeated."
reviewed by Wendell Ricketts
Bay Area Reporter June 15,1995
Political Funerals synopsis