WORLD PREMIERE
If the silence could be broken
Director: Guy Morgan
The United nation calls the genocide. We call it every day life.
“IF THE SILENCE COULD BE BROKEN’ follows a small group of Dine’/Navajo families, fighting to hold onto their land, heritage and beliefs. This… is their story.
CAST & CREDITS
Director
Guy Morgan
Producer
Guy Morgan
DIRECTORS BIO
Guy Morgan graduated from the City University of New York at Queens College, cutting his teeth in photographic and directing skills with major film studies. Using “old school techniques” to prove his worth, starting at the bottom as a production assistant, moving up the ladder to the grip, electric department, and camera department, and eventually working as a Director of Photography.
Credits to his accomplishments range from Gaffing “76,” a high-speed short film that was displayed outside Lincoln Center on an 80-foot screen directed by David Michalek, to Director of Photography on David Dries Van Noten’s “Retrospective.”
His passion and love for film can be seen throughout the many shorts, features, and art pieces that he has been associated with throughout his career. After winning the Roy W. Team Grant, he started working on his documentary project, which has finally come to light with his constant dedication and commitment to story telling. His experience has made him a true believer in the saying, “You never stop learning in this business.
DIRECTORS STATEMENT
Working on any film project can be a magical experience
Like navigating an uncharted river.
The story can change direction at any moment
Discovery through this collaborative process can have a profound
Impact on the narrative.
It’s not about where you intend to take the film; it’s about where the film takes you
This is especially true with documentaries, and this one is no exception.
Little did I know what I was in for. A young man from Queens, New York, biting off more than he could chew, heading out west in an old four-wheel-drive truck with a film camera in hand.
It took me three weeks just to learn my way around a world with no road signs, no house numbers or markers. The only things that distinguished one road from another were a tree, a rock, maybe a tire or a old Coke bottle. The smell of sage filled the air as my trucks exhaustion, set the plants ablaze.
There are more stars at night there than I’ve ever seen before. These stars have been there for thousands of years, silently witnessing all that has taken place here from this quiet night sky.
The people and culture were just as amazing. Time slowed down as I had to learn to slow down with it. The people communicated through stories, not soundbites. These Navajo stories each began with their ancestors—a link to who they are and where they came from—a truth in the way these stories are told. I learned and experienced so much on this journey thanks to the people who kindly shared their experiences, knowledge, and lives.
I’m honored to spend time all of them.
