DEGREES OF SEPARATION

Indigenous PhD student Delphine Purcell plots a daring heist to rescue Ancestral Remains from the university museum and return them to their rightful First Nations Communities. To succeed, Delphine and her unlikely team must disarm the stranger, defuse the danger, derail a system that favours the gatekeepers, concealing unsavoury white saviour behaviour. Idle no more as nations divided by silence rebel as nations united nations divided once idle no more silence model minority spell of complicity broken silence open violence, vocal non-compliance, the moral majority levels the field grows deeper sown lightly in the open plain as day: gatekeepers know the truth but conceal it anyway. Seeds of doubt and deceit and of sorrow that cunning they sow blinds them to the fact that dark is the shadow they cast the seeds of ruin will take hold in their soul. Legions of  zealots they siphon the good, extracting jealously, injecting bad faith. Starved of spirit the stir the pot molded weak with barren soil, if poison gruel be their cruelty, they drink their own broth harvest of blighted seeds fill them with wrought withering inside from ills they have wrought. No recourse, no resource, the season is past. Their avaricious appetite has procured their just repast. No seat at the table though you cooked the food. collectors of culture descending like vultures on unlabelled boxes, ready to pick the bones clean.

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      Written and Directed by Eva Grant