I want to interview the police so they can explain how the laws work in regards to road fatalities. I contacted them and they said no, saying “police can't be interviewed”. I persisted, writing letters, because I see police on the TV all the time. They asked me to send a proposal. I think they are finally listening to me, I sent it today.
The police are as closed as the prosecution. When no one is willing to speak on camera and everything is hidden, then it must mean it’s a good story?!?! I haven't given up with them yet, or anyone for that matter.
It’s like I’ve been unconscious or in a coma for the last year and a half and now I’ve woken up and I’ve woken up swinging. I’m prepared to fight anyone who blocks me. I have never had so much fight in me. I thought I would never return from that dark depressing space. Making this film is pulling me out of my grief and I’m holding onto it for dear life. It’s giving this whole thing meaning and I’ll fight for it, it’s my survival. It scared the crap out of me that I would be in that dark space for the rest of my life, I couldn’t see a way out. I didn’t think that could ever happen to someone like me.
Written on 20 Jul 2005
Over 7 years since incident
Tags:
grief, police
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jes | 12 Nov 2010
Stay swingin’ Sandy. Just keep swinging.