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Sonrisa ProductionsÔ Inc. (non-profit)
Documentary Length: 75 minutes
Format: Shot in DV (Canon XL-1 cameras), edited on Media-100, digitally transferred to 35 mm
by DVFilm (www.dvfilm.com)
Locations: Chicago, Austin, New York, Delicias (Chihuahua), Mexico City,
San Miguel de Allende
Timeframe: Shot in 1998 and 1999; editing completed February 2000
Richard Lord’s boxing gym had become a popular place for workouts –
professionals, blue-collar workers, and students all gathered for the
challenging classes and one-on-one training sessions with the small stable of
professionals. Through mutual friends that worked out there, we started hearing
about Jesus Chavez, his unexpectedly soaring boxing career, his gentle and
mischievous personality. We met him around the time his deportation was nearing.
The seriousness of the situation had not sunk in… his friends and supporters
were so confident of his right to be in the U.S. that they were convinced he
would return within months.
A group of us met Jesus in Michoacán two weeks after his departure, to
celebrate Día de Los Muertos. Jesus found the elaborately decorated cemeteries
and towns as fascinating as we did – it was his first exposure to this
fundamental Mexican tradition. His Spanish was a lot better than ours, but he
had to repeat himself occasionally to be understood. When we said goodbye, we
assumed the next time we would see him would be back in Austin.
Six months later, with apparently no progress in his status with the INS,
Jesus’ promoter scheduled his debut fight in Mexico. By this time we had
decided to tell his story. We now understood that he was one of many U.S.
non-citizens with criminal records being deported without appeal, and we wanted
to document his fight for redemption and his re-adjustment to the country he had
left as a child.
We arrived in Mexico City a few days before his fight with Moy Rodriguez, an
unranked local fighter. We were joined by other friends of Jesus, including Jan
Reid, who had published an article about Jesus’ situation in the April 1998
issue of Texas Monthly. Jesus was confident but cautious, noting that though he
was favored, "boxing is different from other sports – one punch can take
you out." He won the fight easily, and we headed to Delicias with Jesus and
Richard Lord to meet Jesus’ grandparents.
Jan almost didn’t make it back. The night after we left, he and his
colleagues were robbed by a Mexico City "taxi driver"; Jan was shot
and almost killed. He wrote about his experiences for GQ in October 1999, and
will publish a book about Jesus’ story and the shooting ("The Bullet
Meant For Me") next year.
In the meantime, we had a lot of other places to visit. Since we wanted to
provide the full back-story in the documentary, we wanted to experience and film
the places where key events took place – a Mexican mine near the one where
three generations of Jesus’ family worked, the two prisons where Jesus spent
time, his old Chicago neighborhood. We scheduled various trips over the course
of two years to document key places, talk to the people who knew Jesus best, and
of course follow the course of the events that took place after his deportation.
The most intense filmmaking experience over the two years took place during
the final fight covered in the documentary, against the favored national
champion, Julio Alvarez, in Mexico City. We knew that Jesus’ entire career was
at stake (and by extension, one of his potential paths back to the U.S., the
O-visa.) We knew that he was not in top training condition. We knew that he was
fighting in the national champion’s "hometown" – and that the
judges were possibly biased against him. We knew how badly he needed this
victory. When the bell rang to start the fight, time seemed to warp completely
– simultaneously passing extremely slowly, and extremely quickly. Every round
he survived was a relief; during the breaks we quickly wiped the fighters’
sweat from the lenses, and wiped our own nervous hands to keep them dry. I think
it will not diminish the film’s suspense to say that we had to shoot through
our tears when the decision was finally announced.
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Marcy Garriott