We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies.
—Shirley Abbott

My dear friend and wonderful director Jesse James Miller just posted his really beautiful film called My American Exodus. Actually, Jesse’s the director, writer, editor, producer, narrator and road crew of this film, which is quite a feat. It’s about himself, and his folks, and the reasons they left America in the late ’60s, in the volatility of the Vietnam War, and moved to a tiny place on Vancouver Island, with no water, no electricity, a beautiful view, and then what happened after that…

It’s like a tender poem, a little love story to a moment—a moment not unlike the moment we’re in today but with a different sensibility than today. It’s nostalgic, hopeful, bittersweet, funny, informative and highly original. What more can you ask for?

Jesse’s brilliant. He’s directed and edited a lot of stuff, and he’s about to direct a film he also wrote, called Becoming Redwood. We directed Uganda Rising together. And with great skill, Jesse was also the editor behind Facing Ali, bringing all kinds of gifts to that project. And way back before we were even born, he edited my first film, See Grace Fly.

My American Exodus is in five parts—about an hour long all in. Each part’s a little treasure; the story, the archive, the music, editing, sound, his dad’s photos, Jesse’s narration.

The five parts are here.

It’s also here on Facebook.

Pass it onto others, but only those who ever had or have a family.

Lots of love to you and yours on the ol’ journey…



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