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The Color Reel

Updated: Jun 24, 2020


| This is the 488th story of Our Life Logs |


My earliest memories are of growing up in Trinidad, where I was born in 1983. I was the only girl in my family and had three older brothers. My mom was a teacher and my dad worked in communications. We lived in a variety of different villages and towns, finally settling in Santa Rosa, a suburb of Arima, where my mother bought a house. We were a lower-middle-class family, so owning a home was a big achievement.

There was one item commonly found in all Trinidadian homes—a television set. In our home, the TV was sometimes my babysitter and, often, I could tell the time based on the programming that was on. While Trinidad did have some of its own programming, like the news, a talent show, and a soap opera, but the majority of the TV we consumed was American movies, shows, and news. This programming had a profound effect on teaching me about people in the US.

The street that I lived on in Trinidad.
The street that I lived on in Trinidad.

When it came to movies, we watched blockbusters, though they came to Trinidad a while after their US. release. Educational shows like Sesame Street taught me a lot while entertaining me. Saturday morning cartoons were a staple. Other shows taught me about the lives of black people in the US. There were, of course, the average families like those represented in the shows Family Matters and Sister, Sister. There were the slightly more spoiled, rich black kids like in the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

However, movies often showed black people in violent and gangster-like roles. Many young men in Trinidad idolized American culture and especially the imagery of black Americans. So, they emulated in Trinidad what they saw on TV. Some of that contributed to violence and gang culture in this laid-back isle. Even my own brothers, though they didn’t get involved in gangs, were influenced by this culture, wearing the baggy clothes that were in fashion and enjoying hip hop and other aspects of black American culture portrayed in the media.

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When I was finishing high school, there was only one university in Trinidad—the University of the West Indies. Unfortunately, my secondary school grades weren’t high enough to get me a scholarship there and my family couldn’t afford to pay the tuition otherwise. I took the SATs and applied to several other schools that I heard offered scholarships, even though I had no idea where many of them were located. One of these schools, Morgan State University, offered me a full scholarship. Morgan State was located in Baltimore, Maryland, in the US—a place I knew nothing about beyond its name.

I faced a dilemma. Should I leave Trinidad and go to Morgan State? It would be a great opportunity. But how would I survive? The money I had saved working over the previous two years was only enough to purchase my plane ticket and was not enough to support me during my studies in the US. Should I stay in Trinidad and continue to work in the journalist job I’ve had for the past few years? I had a feeling that wouldn’t be enough for me. I wanted to do more, but I was also afraid.

I decided to attend Morgan State. I still had no idea how I would survive. My scholarship covered my academics, dorm room, and a meal plan, but left no money for anything else. Still, I didn’t want that to stop me. So, in 2005, I bought my ticket and made my way to Baltimore.

Me during my freshman year at Morgan State University.
Me during my freshman year at Morgan State University.
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When I settled into my dorm room, my African-American roommate was not yet living there, so, I left a few of my belongings on her bed. I figured I’d organize and put everything away before she got there. Unfortunately, my roommate got there before I could organize everything. I recall walking into my dorm after my roommate and her mother arrived and seeing two angry black women glaring at me. They were not happy about the items I left on my roommate’s bed, but rather than have a polite conversation about it, they seemed very scornful of me. For me, this simply boosted the stereotypes of black Americans that I had seen on TV in Trinidad.

Luckily, Morgan State, a historically black university, had many Trinidadian students. After my first encounter with black Americans, I kept my close circle of friends limited to Trinidadians and other Caribbean and international students.

I wasn’t the only person to feel this way. There was a lot of division within my peer group between the black international students and black American ones. We all had preconceived notions of each other. Black international students often thought the black American students were disrespectful to teachers and authority, always talking back. They dressed in styles I saw on TV and spent a lot of money on their wardrobes, which came off as shallow. We were used to wearing uniforms to school and expression via our clothing at school wasn’t that important. Besides, many of us used up all of our money just to get to the university—we didn’t have anything left over to buy expensive clothes.

The black American students didn’t know or understand this and judged us for dressing differently. They often thought we were stuck up and overly studious, not taking into account that many of us were here on scholarships and getting a bad grade would mean leaving school, losing our opportunity for higher education, and having to return home to our countries of origin empty-handed.

We all had these opinions of each other, mostly fueled by lack of information, or from misinformation we had seen on TV. Neither of the groups understood each other’s perspective, history, and the context around the reasons we lived the way we did.

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As I made more friends and colleagues, my fears about black Americans diminished. I started to identify with blackness, rather than thinking of black Americans as a group separate from myself. Even though Baltimore’s gun crime and gang culture surrounded me daily, I was beginning to understand African-American history and how the effects of slavery, Jim Crow laws, and structural racism still affect all of our lives and actions today. I stopped attributing crime to people’s skin color and instead attributed it to the economy. I started to change my views and did a lot of unlearning. By the time I left Baltimore, Trinidadians and black Americans were simply one group—black people, part of the African diaspora—and I was one of them. I still had one more gap to bridge though—white people. I was still wary of them.

This became especially evident after I finished my degree at Morgan State and decided to move to Austin, Texas, for my graduate studies in 2011. Unlike Baltimore, Austin did not have a visible Caribbean community. And black Americans? I rarely saw them. At the University of Texas at Austin, only 4% of students were black. Even the streets seemed to be devoid of black people and I felt alone and out of place.

I remember the first black person I met in Austin. I was walking down the sidewalk at the university and a black girl with a tattoo on her arm similar to the one on my neck passed by me. Right away, I turned around and ran after her.

“Hi! I’m Kelenne! It looks like we have the same tattoo!” I said, at the risk of sounding a bit crazy. But I was in desperate need of a community that felt safe. Luckily, she was receptive and we became friends.

But she was just one person. To survive in this new place, I knew I’d need to meet more people. I was so in need of meeting Black people that I would strike up conversations with homeless Black people I met while taking the bus around Austin. Before, I would have been hesitant to talk to homeless people, but in Austin, they gave me a sense of familiarity and comfort.

“What are you doing here in Austin?” They’d often ask me.

“I’m a graduate student at the University of Texas at Austin.” I’d tell them and I could see their eyes light up because, even though they didn’t’ know me, they were genuinely proud of me as a black girl getting a college education.

Graduating from Morgan State University.
Graduating from Morgan State University.
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I eventually found community when I got involved in spoken word and met my poetry and artist community in Austin. At that point, I did bridge the gap with some white people in that community and at school. However, little events (called micro-aggressions) occurred often, indicating that a chasm still exists between ethnicities.

For example, a white professor asked me, “How do you get your hair to do that?” (He was referring to my afro.)

“This is just how my hair grows,” I answered, surprised by the question.

This was a brilliant man with a Ph.D. and he didn’t understand that people’s hair had different textures? I realized his question wasn’t malicious. He simply lacked information and exposure.

My natural hair texture.
My natural hair texture.

This and other incidents really made me think about the lack of information, misinformation, and preconceived notions I had about others in the past. Going back to my childhood memories reminded me that television played a big part in helping me form these notions. Today, more than 100 million U.S. households have a television and the average American consumes TV for almost four hours per day. TV educates us. Unfortunately, it educates us mainly from a limited perspective.

I thought a lot about this issue until, in 2015, I had an idea. What if I created my own film streaming platform for sharing films from filmmakers with non-mainstream perspectives whose work we don’t usually get to see? This platform could highlight the work, perspectives, experiences, and imaginations of people and groups which the western film industry has historically underrepresented. I would call it ColorReel.

The general assumption is that if people can’t identify with something outside of their scope of experience, they won’t watch. But thinking back to my childhood, I realized that black people have been watching films with white people for decades. And white people have been watching films with black people too—think, Black Panther, which, despite a mostly black cast, broke the bank. At the end of the day, what we identify with is not just the way people look, but the stories they live. By watching these stories, we can educate ourselves on other’s perspectives and views.

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There was just one problem—where would I find the money to build this platform? I was a graduate student on a graduate student stipend when I first started working on it. By Trinidadian standards, I was living well. I could afford to buy towels, shower curtains, and kitchen knives. I could put together a package of useful gifts to send to my family for Christmas. By first-world standards, however, I was living in poverty, which is what the banks saw. Everyone turned me down for funding, until finally a funder, PeopleFund Loan, believed in my ideas and gave me a loan in 2019.

I was scared at this point! Not only was I putting all my savings into this, but I was also taking out the biggest loan I’ve ever had in my life! But I knew this was what I was meant to do. I pulled together a small team of people who had supported my vision from the very start. We built the platform and called for film submissions. Today, is beta testing and we hope to have the platform completely off the ground by end of March 2019.

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It wasn’t easy. But I’ve learned over and over again that when you wake up the next day, everything somehow works out, and today I’m pursuing my biggest dream of changing this world for the better.


This is the story of Kelenne Blake-Fallon

Kelenne Blake-Fallon is a writer, educator, health activist, and creative. She is a world-citizen and renaissance woman based in Austin, Texas. Before moving to the US for college, Kelenne had pre-conceived notions of black Americans from what she watched on TV in her home in Trinidad. After unlearning her biases, she was able to better understand and identify with many groups of people who were unlike her in many ways. Eventually, she founded ColorReel, a platform that highlights the work, perspectives, experiences, and imaginations of people and groups which the Western film industry has historically underrepresented. Kelenne is an adjunct professor at Huston-Tillotson University and a member of Black Mamas Community Collective. She works creatively with vulnerable communities, disrupting false hierarchies, and creating spaces for those communities to assert their unique voices, perspectives and power – and in so doing, creating a better world.


This story first touched our hearts on December 30, 2019.

| Writer: Joanna Tychowski| Editor: Colleen Walker |

To protect the privacy of the storyteller and those involved in this retelling, some of the names may have been changed. (1)
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