Oklahoma is Black
Oklahoma is Black is a portrait of Black life on the Northeast side of Oklahoma City.
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Melinda JamesDirector/Cinematographer/Editor
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Tatyana FazlalizadehCo-Director
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Emily McLeanMusic
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Jared FellowsPost-Production Sound
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Tatyana FazlalizadehProducer
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Susie SmithCreative Consultant
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Project Type:Documentary, Short
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Runtime:3 minutes 12 seconds
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Completion Date:February 11, 2019
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Production Budget:850 USD
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Country of Origin:United States
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Country of Filming:United States
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Language:English
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Shooting Format:Digital
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Aspect Ratio:16:9
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Film Color:Black & White
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First-time Filmmaker:No
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Student Project:No
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BlackStar Film FestivalPhiladelphia
United States
August 3, 2019
Philadelphia Premiere
Best Documentary Short Nomination -
DC Black Film FestivalWashington, D.C.
United States
August 9, 2019
Washington, D.C. Premiere
Best Documentary Short Nomination -
BronzeLens Film FestivalAtlanta
United States
August 23, 2019
Atlanta Premiere
Official Selection -
New Orleans Film FestivalNew Orleans
United States
Best Documentary Short Nomination -
Indie Memphis Film FestivalMemphis
United States
Best Documentary Short Nomination -
Cucalorus Film FestivalWilmington
United States
Official Selection -
SF Urban Film FestivalSan Francisco
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16th Annual Queer Women of Color Film FestivalSan Francisco
United States
Melinda James is a queer Black/Thai filmmaker with a primary focus in cinematography. Her style embodies a visual style that is minimal and intimate. James' personal work is centered around women and QTPOC communities and extends to other marginalized experiences. Over the years she has shaped a body of work that puts these underrepresented communities at the forefront, as keepers of their own images.
Based in Los Angeles, she's created short films, music videos, and commercials that have debuted on The Root, Essence, NPR Music, Participant Media, and has been screened at Frameline Film Festival, Outfest Fusion, Queer Women of Color Film Festival, SF Urban Film Festival and Oklahoma Contemporary.
Oklahoma is Black was born out of an exhibition by visual artist, Tatyana Fazlalizadeh, that shares the same name. Tatyana is an Oklahoma City native best known for her Stop Telling Women to Smile series. Not only had I never been to Oklahoma City before this project, but my knowledge about the city was extremely limited. As someone new to this community, I felt that my only responsibility was to listen and this film is born out of that listening. It is a meditation on the resilience of a community and the places in which it thrives, of its complexities and its nuances, and of its concern of what has passed and for what's to come.
I'd like to share a passage that Tatyana opened her exhibition with:
Sometimes, someone will ask, “There are black people in Oklahoma?” when I tell them where I’m from. Are there black people in Oklahoma? As if Greenwood wasn’t burned to the ground for being too black. As if our mothers and their mothers and didn’t toil this flat ground. And because white supremacy will have you believing that only white people deserve to be seen and recognized and celebrated, they don’t know that black people settled this place. And because they haven’t had a burger from Geronimo’s, or chicken from Bobo’s, “Are there black people in Oklahoma?” As if we don’t swim in lakes, and ride horses, and catch lightning bugs in glass jars. As if there were no Ada Lois Sipuel or Ralph Ellison or Clara Luper. As if this state wasn’t almost a black state. As if we don’t laugh out loud at dinner tables and hold our babies tight. As if we didn’t fall in love in the backseat of cars parked at the strip on 23rd. Running outside, no shoes on, with our play cousins. Twirling and dipping. Dodging police and thunderstorms (but not tornadoes because tornadoes don’t hit the east side). Singing and praising. In kitchens that smell like greens and pressed hair. 'Hold your ear so I don't burn it.' In board rooms, court rooms, class rooms, and pulpits. As if we weren’t singing at the top of our lungs on our way to school, on our way to Tinsel Town, on our way to the rest of our lives. As if we weren’t here sooner than Sooners. As if we disappeared. As if their attempts to kill us off were successful. As if we didn’t survive, aren’t surviving, their violence. Everyday.