Last Summer I spent a week on an Island in British Colombia with a gang of unacceptable thinkers. Unacceptable to the status quo that is. During dinner one evening RUPERT SHELDRAKE, the renowned and unacceptable Biologist, stopped the conversation at the table with these few words ‘Mr Askew, I believe you might be an itinerant confessor.’
I’m off to Tucson tomorrow on the first leg of the search for the SOUL OF AMERICA. Perhaps Rupert was right. Perhaps my role is as an itinerant confessor. To the inner voice of a Nation. Witnessed and caught on film for all to see. Expect film, as challenging as it will be diverse.