A documentary murder mystery about the filmmaker's family, set in lower Alabama, 18 miles north of the Florida state line. On an October night in 1946, S.E. Branch twice shot a man named Bill Spann in the small neighborhood market that Branch owned. Two days later, Spann died in a segregated black hospital. Branch was white-a Klansman-and Spann was black. Branch claimed self-defense, but despite that claim and the political climate in Dothan, Alabama in 1946, Branch was charged with first-degree murder. S.E. Branch was the artist's great granddaddy, on his mother's side. Everyone says they looked alike. That this story echoes across decades and generations says much about the distance travelled by U.S. society since 1946.
By far one of the worst documentaries I ever seen. If you took out all the very very very long useless pauses you would have a 30 minute movie. If you took out all the irrelevant information you may have 10 minutes. If you then took out all the unsubstantiated information you would have the title followed by the credits.
The narrators voice is beyond excruciating. I learned nothing. I think you're trying to make a point that racism existed and still exists. I think I knew that before this stupid movie.
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