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In praise of the ‘subversive’ documentary

- August 1, 2011

The political documentary, that most powerful and subversive medium, is
said to be enjoying a renaissance on both sides of the Atlantic. This
may be true in the cinema but what of television, the source of most of
our information? Like the work of many other documentary film-makers, my
own films have been shown all over the world, but never on network
television in the United States. That suppression of alternative
viewpoints may help us understand why millions of Americans display such
a chronic ignorance of other human beings.

It was not always like this. In the 1930s, the Workers’ Film and
Photo League, based in New York, produced a dazzling series of
“neighbourhood documentaries” that presented the world in decidedly
non-Hollywood and non-stereotypical terms, including the United States,
where epic documentaries such as The Scottsboro Boys and The National
Hunger March accurately recorded America’s “lost period” – the incipient
revolution of working people suffering the Depression and their brutal
repression by the police and army. Shown in trade union halls and
workers’ clubs, and at open-air meetings, these films were very popular.
Thanks to George Clooney’s recent, superb movie Good Night and Good
Luck, we know of Edward R. Murrow’s See It Now, which in the 1950s gave
millions an unsentimental and truthful view of their nation, stirring
and angering and empowering rather than pacifying, which is the rule
today.

I learned my own lessons about the power of documentaries and their
censorship when in 1980 took two of my films, Year Zero: the Silent
Death of Cambodia and Cambodia Year One, to the United States in the
naive belief that the networks would want to air these disclosures of 
Pol Pot’s rule and its aftermath. All those I met were eager to buy
clips that showed how monstrous the Khmer Rouge were, but none wanted
the equally shocking evidence of how three US administrations had
colluded in Cambodia’s tragedy; Ronald Reagan was then secretly backing
Pol Pot in exile. Having bombed to death hundreds of thousands of
Cambodian peasants between 1969 and 1973 – the catalyst for the rise of
the Khmer Rouge, according to the CIA – Washington was now imposing an
economic blockade on the most stricken country on earth, as revenge for
its liberation by the hated Vietnam. This siege lasted almost a decade
and ensured that Cambodia never fully recovered. Almost none of this was
broadcast as news or documentary.

With the two films under my arm, my last stop in Washington was PBS,
the Public Broadcasting Service, which has a liberal reputation, rather
like the BBC. During a viewing with a senior executive, I  discerned a
sharp intake of breath. “Great films, John,” he said, “but …” He
proposed that PBS hire an “adjudicator” who would “assess the real
public worth of your films”. Richard Dudman, a Washington journalist
with the rare distinction of having been welcomed to Cambodia by the
Khmer Rouge, was assigned the task. In his previous Cambodia dispatches,
Dudman had found people “reasonably relaxed” and urged his readers to
look “on the bright side” as Pol Pot had started “one of the world’s
great housing programs”. Not surprisingly, the author of this apologia
turned his thumb down on my films. Later, the PBS executive phoned me
“off the record”. “Your films would have given us problems with the
Reagan administration,” he said. “Sorry.”

I offer this charade as a vivid example of the fear and loathing of
the independent documentary’s power to circumvent those who guard
official truth. Although its historical roots are often traced back to
the work of Robert Flaherty, the American director who made Nanook of
the North in 1922, and John Grierson, the British documentarist whose
first film was premiered at a London double bill with Battleship
Potemkin in1929, in Britain the modern documentary’s political power is
often measured against a specious neutrality invented by John Reith,
founder of the BBC, while he was writing and broadcasting anti-trade
union propaganda during the 1922 General Strike. The stamina and
influence of this pervasive BBC myth are reflected in the rarity of
truly independent political documentaries.

Some remarkable films are made, however, testaments to a faith in the
docudmentary form that never fails to inspire. One comes readily to
mind: A Letter to the Prime Minister: Jo Wilding’s Diary from Iraq. Jo
Wilding, a young trainee lawyer and human rights worker in Iraq,
produced some of the finest frontline reporting of the war online from
Fallujah, then under siege by the US Marines. Living with families and
without a flak jacket, she all but shamed the embedded army of reporters
in her description of the atrocious American attack on an Iraqi city
Her documentary, directed by Julia Guest, presents the evidence of a
crime and asks Tony Blair to take his share of the responsibility: a
basic question now asked by millions of Britons. The film was offered to
television, and rejected. It has been shown at festivals around the
world, but “painfully little” in Britain, says Guest, apart from single
screenings at the Barbican and a forthcoming screening on October 15 at
the Curzon Soho in London.

One problem facing political documentaries in Britain is that they
run the risk of being immersed in the insidious censorship of “current
affairs”, a loose masonry uniting politicians and famous journalists who
define “politics” as the machinations of Westminster, thereby fixing
the limits of “political debate”. No more striking example currently
presents itself than the relentless media afforded the infantile
scrapping of the political twins, Blair and Gordon Brown, and their
tedious acolytes, drowning out the cries of the people of Iraq and Gaza
and Lebanon – countries where the BBC has effected its false equilibrium
and waffled about “two narratives” as if truth and justice are taboo
concepts. Similarly, the fifth anniversary of September 11 proved a lost
opportunity to rest the reverential and the ghoulish and describe how
George W Bush and his gang used the tragedy to violently renew their
version of empire and world domination.

Like the best of commercial television, cinema does offer hope for
the political documentary, although film-makers who believe they can
follow the success of Michael Moore beware. Moore’s work is very
popular, and makes money: the two vital ingredients for distributors and
exhibitors. To get into cinemas, documentaries need to have at least a
hope of repeating something of Moore’s success. That said, there is no
doubt in my mind that outstanding serious documentaries, if promoted
imaginatively, can attract huge pubic interest. When this has happened
on television, the reward has been not so much ratings as a
“qualitative” audience: that is, people who engage with the work. (When 
Death of a Nation, the film I made with David Munro about East Timor,
was shown on ITV late at night, it was followed by 5,000 phone calls a
minute from the public).

What we need are more “citizen” documentary-makers, like Jo Wilding
and Julia Guest, who are prepared to look in the mirror of our
“civilised” societies and film the long rivers of blood, and their
ebbing truth. It took Peter Davis’s Oscar-winning 1974 documentary
Hearts and Minds to make sense of the mass murder that was the invasion
of Vietnam. Two sequences brilliantly achieved this. There was General
William Westmoreland, the American commander, declaring: “The Oriental
doesn’t put the same price on life as the Westerner,” while a Vietnamese
boy sobbed over the death of his father, murdered by GIs. And there was
a naked Vietnamese girl, running from a Napalm attack, her body a
patchwork of burns, and followed by a woman carrying a baby, the skin
hanging off its body. Thanks to Hearts and Mind, they are now
unforgettable evidence of the barbarity of that war.

There is a hunger among the public for documentaries because only
only documentaries, at their best, are fearless and show the unpalatable
and make sense of the news. The extraordinary films of Alan Francovich
achieved this. Francovitch, who died in 1997 , made The Maltese Double
Cross – Lockerbie. THIS destroyed the official truth that Libya was
responsible for the sabotage of Pan Am 103 over Lockerbie in 1988.
Instead, an unwitting “mule”, with links to the CIA, was alleged to have
carried the bomb on board the aircraft. (Paul Foot’s parallel
investigation for Private Eye came to a similar conclusion). The Maltese
Double Cross – Lockerbie has never been publicly screened in the United
States. In this country, the threat of legal action from a US
Government official prevented showings at the 1994 London Film Festival
and the Institute of Contemporary Arts. In 1995, defying threats, Tam
Dalyell showed it in the House of Commons, and Channel 4 broadcast it in
May 1995.

To make sense of the current colonial war in Afghanistan, I recommend
Jamie Dorian’s Afghan Massacre: The Convoy of Death, which describes
how the country’s liberators oversaw the secret killing of 3,000 Afghans
– the number killed in the Twin Towers. To begin to make sense of the
news, I recommend Robert Greenwald’s Outfoxed: Rupert Murdoch’s War on
Journalism, and to understand one of the major reasons Bush and Blair
invaded Iraq, I recommend Greenwald’s latest, Iraq for Sale: The War
Profiteers. All are available on DVD. In these dangerous times, with
countries about to be attacked and many innocent lives already
condemned, we urgently need more documentaries like these, for the
simple reason that the public has a right to know in order to act.