This film wasn’t supposed to be made.
On Sept. 15, I flew to Richmond to attend the first Pride festival since the violence in Charlottesville just weeks earlier. I had previously spoken with members of the LGBTQ community there for a story following the Aug. 12 attack, hoping to learn about how queer and trans people were responding the attack. But the tragedy was too new and the wounds too raw to vocalize what a community-wide response to white supremacy might look like. Most of the people I spoke with were just coming to terms with what happened themselves.