Filmmaker Debra Wilson: Telling Our Stories

I had the good fortune of running into out Black filmmaker Debra Wilson while hanging out in the lobby of the Director’s Guild of America (DGA) and she was gracious enough to give a spontaneous interview.

A California native, currently in the Oakland area, Debra has been very deliberate about how she uses her gift as filmmaker. She feels it is her mission to tell the stories of the various communities she belongs to and communities that are consistently ignored. Debra is quite aware of the power of film and how it often educates audiences who might never come in contact with provocative topics in any other way.

Debra’s own curiosity also helps determine what stories she will develop. After being asked to leave a break out session for “butch-identified lesbians” (because she was not one) while attending the 2001 Zuna Institute National Black Lesbian Conference, she became determined to shine a light into this mysterious world. Over two years, paying for the project out of her pocket, she developed the documentary film Butch Mystique and went on to win the Showtime Black Filmmaker Showcase, where the film first aired.

The documentary follows six butch-identified African-American lesbians in the San Francisco area. Through interviews, issues of power, lifestyle, masculine/feminine energies, outward appearance, and identity are examined.

The Showtime win afforded Debra a $30,000 budget and the opportunity to develop another project that would also air on the premium cable channel. In 2006, Jumpin’ the Broom: The New Covenant made its debut. The documentary focuses on committed same-sex relationships among Black lesbian and gay couples, who build families and lives in the face of opposition to “gay marriage” in the Black community. The term “jumpin’ the broom” is a custom from the days of slavery. During this period, black couples weren’t allowed to legally marry and jumping over a broom was a symbolic gesture to celebrate their love and commitment to each other. Debra’s film suggests that modern day same-sex couples are placed in the same situation of creating their own rituals and ceremonies to legitimize their loving relationships.

At the time the film was released only one state in the U.S., Massachusetts, recognized same-sex marriages. Two years later, the LGBT community in California was in a bitter battle against supporters of Proposition 8, which would overturn the courts decision to mandate marriage for all couples, regardless of sexual orientation. On November 4, 2008, Prop 8 was passed and the right to marry was taken from same-sex couples (who were not married before November 4th). Debra voiced her disappointment that her film was not used to educate the Black community during that campaign. She says she made the film to be accessible to the straight community and hopes to still get it out to its intended audience.

Debra’s most recent project, where she serves as a producer, is Mississippi Damned, a feature film written and directed by Tina Mabry. The true story focuses on a young girl growing up in Mississippi and battling family demons to carve out her own life.

With 15 years of experience in the film industry, Debra looks forward to developing more documentaries as well as webisodes and television projects. She loves what she does and recommends that up-and-coming filmmakers tell stories that they are passionate about and can’t wait to tell. “That passion will buffer you from those who tell you your story is not worth telling,” she counsels. And as far as Debra is concerned, she will never stop telling our stories.



Michelle Sewell is a freelance writer who makes it a habit of hanging out in lobbies.

Mississippi Damned: A Damn Fine Film

(originally posted on Velvet Park)

First, I have to tell you how I even came to see this film. I was hanging out in the DGA the day before its L.A. premiere and ran into one of the producers, Debra Wilson. We struck up a conversation and I learned that she was promoting Mississippi Damned. This was not the first time I had heard of the film. Before I left D.C., Lisa Moore of Redbone Press sent me the trailer and informed me that I had to check the movie out if I was going to be in town during Outfest.

When Debra and I parted company, I had all intentions of buying a ticket that day. But somehow I got sidetracked and, before I knew it, the film sold out. The only other alternative was to get to the theatre an extra hour early and hang out in the "stand-by line" in hopes of snagging a vacant seat. This whole L.A. thing has been my little adventure so I was game to waste an hour and see if the ticket gods were on my side.

One of those rare times when I am on time for anything resulted in me being the first person in line. I knew this positioning guaranteed that I would get into one of the 10 seats that are historically open during sold out shows, but I wasn't expecting that at 7:30 p.m. one of the Outfest volunteers would walk up to me and hand me a FREE ticket. Seems that they were having some sort of contest and the first person in the stand-by line for the showing of the film won a ticket. Lucky me! But my luck didn't end there. The line they instructed me to stand in turned out to be the crew/cast line and, before I knew it, I was being ushered into an empty theatre with my choice of seats. So I go from fretting I wouldn't get into the movie at all to being pushed to the front of the line.

So, clearly, all this good fortune put me in a great mood to receive this much talked about movie. But I have to admit I was secretly worried. The buzz on the film, and there was a significant amount of it, was that the story was compelling, the photography haunting andthe acting, by a primarily all-black cast, was exceptional. Still licking my wounds after being shamed into seeing Tyler Perry’s Why Did I Get Married, with the weirdly same kinds of accolades, I had reason to hold on to some of my skepticism.


I’ve been to my fair share of film festivals and often the centerpiece film stinks to high heaven. It is often chosen because of the stars in the film or some other political reason. So what if this film fell into that category? What if it sucked? What if the mixed audience didn't get the story that writer/director Tina Mabry was trying to tell in her feature-length directorial debut? What if all the fanfare was unwarranted?

Five minutes into the film it was clear there was nothing to worry about. Mississippi Damned was in the capable hands of Ms. Mabry and she never lost control.

Based on a true story, the film follows a tight knit and expansive Mississippi family over the course of 12 years. On the surface, it appears like everyone is happy and doing their best to carve out a quality life, but through the eyes of the youngest members of the family, we quickly learn there are more than a few cracks in the foundation of this fiery and volatile southern clan.

Physical and sexual abuse plays a large part in this story and touches virtually every member of the family. And, like a lot of families, everyone knows but no one talks about it. Mabry is especially unflinching in the depiction of the sexual abuse of the youngest members. The audience was audibly disturbed when young Sammy is made to participate in oral sex with a family friend in exchange for the money he needs to attend an out-of-town basketball game (and maybe his one chance to escape his soul-sucking hometown).

The large cast is stellar. With stand outs being Michael Hyatt (Fame, The Wire), Malcolm David Kelley (Lost, Saving Grace) and Simbi Kali Williams (The Bernie Mac Show, 3rd Rock from the Sun). Their performances are riveting and heartbreaking. You can’t help but root for them, although it is clear not all of them will make it and their undoing is often by their own hands.


During the Q&A, Mabry shared that the film was shot in 19 days. The seasoned filmmakers in the audience literally gasped understanding what an amazing hat trick was pulled off. There is nothing about this film that seems rushed or lacking. Coming in at 120 minutes, the director takes the time to show us all the nooks and crannies. Each character is given the opportunity to develop and make an impression. The script is solid, with memorable dialogue like, “When you get one of your titties cut off then you can preach to me about thanking God. Until then, shut up!”

My chief complaint is that it is not clear that the story is being told primarily though young Kari’s eyes. It would not be until the narrative shifts into her young adult years that it becomes clear that she is the one that we need to invest all our hopes in escaping the suffocating dysfunction that surrounds her.

The cocktail reception that followed the screening elicited a lot of conversation around the various taboo subjects that were broached during the film. Two very interesting observations came up among the primarily black audience. First, why was the only family member to make it out a very light-skinned, pretty character? Second, why did the only gay character in the film end up in a mental hospital? Since the film is based on fact it is hard to argue with the outcome, but I do wonder if Mabry has heard this feedback before?

I suspect the other feedback she will hear, especially if the film wins a larger audience, is the way in which the men in the family are depicted. They are all at the mercy of some sort of vice, be it liquor, gambling or the need to batter their wives. It appears the women are left to hold the family together, but if we look close enough we can see that they are significantly flawed as well.

Mississippi Damned has received much deserved praise and high visibility on the festival circuit. Now the producers (Morgan Stiff and Lee Stiff) and filmmaker are hoping to treat the film to a theatrical release and, hopefully, to a wider audience.

Without a doubt, this powerful film needs to be seen at a theatre near you.

Review by Michelle Sewell

For more information on the film, check here.

View the trailer of the Mississippi Damned below