John Anthony

Actor. Filmmaker. Alien

Wade Wofford, Director, Writer and Producer of the upcoming feature “The Answer”

“Much like the adage that "you make a film three times: writing the script, shooting it, and editing," I find that working with actors is very similar; you work with them in a very different way in all three parts of the filmmaking process.  Most actors, in my experience, do not shine across all three...  John Anthony, on the other hand, proves a pleasure through each stage of the process. His intentness on understanding relationships and willingness to build character history enriches beyond the script in preproduction. During production, his sense of humor, willingness to work his ass off, and "turn it on" on demand were assets to shooting swiftly and efficiently. And during post, his consistency and strong choices shine through; movements made on specific lines from wide to close make the editor's task able to focus on quality rather than tedious technicalities. A true pro, and craftsman at his art.”



Empathy, like chivalry is Dead. THat PaRt.


Swipe, like, swipe, laugh, scroll, stop, like, scroll, stop, groan, swipe, smirk, scroll, shit falls our your ass, wipe while swipe, stand, flush, or flush, stand, wash hands. Hopefully.  

Did you catch the terrible news out of the Waffle House?  I know, which one right.  It seems like that establishment is just the recent hot setting for all things anti-black.  Whether its forcibly arresting a black woman and ripping her clothes off for no apparent reason in front of other patrons whom sat there silently eating their chemically infused chicken thighs, or another quote on quote "disturbed and troubled" young white man coming in guns hot like there was a war going on killing four people of color, or just your run of the mill daily dose of call the cops on two educated black men simply waiting for their friend at your friendly's very clear to see that these motherfuckers don't care about us.  

Growing up as a young man, the often poignant phrase that my father would throw out here and there did not fall on deaf ears, you can't trust them "white devils".  I would laugh, as most kids might because there is something comically sultry about that phrase.  Especially with a thick Jamaican accent supporting the words, yet he was dead ass.  Obviously he had lived a lifetime of witnessing at first hand how evil this race of people have and can be.  Whether secretly in the privacy of their own homes where their tongues can express their true sentiment, or in public where in between tolerating smiles they can whisper their true sentiments, I would grow up to experience exactly what my father meant by these two words time and time and time again, all while trying to keep hope alive for my white brethren.    

But I digress.  I got a little ahead of myself and surely will revisit the times stop and frisk were a regular day in the life of this young brother long before they had the catchy term coined.  Still, how could I not.  When you wake up everyday to another slaying.  Another unlawful arrest.  Another massacre.  Are you still with me, cause by now is when the attention begins to wain.  The subject matter is too heavy, too redundant, too...well, black.  Remember, these motherfuckers don't care about us.  The sad part is many of our own don't care about us.  By design.  Until we truly start to right this psychological wrong, we will never be "free".   

We are sick.  Diseased for four scores and a millennium.  They kill us, we kill us and they kill us again, affirmed by the aforementioned. You think murdering an innocent black man or woman resonates?  There is no such thing as an innocent black woman or man to them.  That term is as foreign to them as cleaning their meat before cooking it and you're expecting the seasoning to be right?  Come on my nigga!  These are the same minds that told the black mayor of Flint Michigan when she confronted the early cutting off of bottled water to the people of the city she represents to quote "Get over it".  End quote.  How about Cobb County's very own police officer, Greg Abbott, whilst assuring a nervous white woman during a traffic stop, "No need to be nervous, you're not black.  Remember, we only kill black people."  End quote. 

This might be a good point to mention that I don't feel this way towards the entire white race.  Of course I don't.  Backed up by my countless relationships with them.  Whether business, friendship or romantically, I have and have had it all.  I mean, one of my best friend's is white!  I mean...hello?!

Whether we are selling cigarettes, CD's or simply walking home eating a bag of skittles, we have and will be a threat to the very existence of the white race because we are a constant reminder of their very own decrepitude and insolence.  How they love to hate and hate to love us.  Like beating a trick with a wire clothes hanger then drawing her a warm bath and dressing her wounds.  Truly I don't know what else they can take.  Apparently, according to Jordan Peele, our very beings are next.  I suffice that they already have. 

The mind controls everything.  If you are in the fundamental thought that the heaven that biblical teachings indoctrinate in fact represents our minds and earth being our bodies, or matter, then mind over matter makes quite literal anatomical sense and the old sages have forever been telling us all that we think we become...then the cave dwelling caucasians were more clever than we thought.  Control the psyche, control the being.  

Delorean jump to present time, we see the affects and effects of this psychological warfare.  Still, there is the bigger battle going on that supersedes race.  The real war that has been waging since the dawn of the have and have nots.  Class.  While they kill us unarmed in our own backyards like rampant dogs, and press knees into our tracheas for resisting arrest until they are crushed, those very people are also under the grand slumber.  They just so happen to have a different role they are playing.  If this was tv, us black folk are the under 5 and they are the series regulars.  All while the real enemy's eagle eye sits in the palm of our hands. 

Scroll, scroll, like, scroll, chuckle, like, scroll, grunt, scroll, suck teeth, scroll, whisper to self *that's fucked up*, like, scroll, laugh, shit drops, wipes ass, flush, stand, or stand, flush, Wash hands.  




Smile Harder.