Thinking about the loss of John Singleton yesterday, I found these videos in the camcorder stash, from USC Black Alumni Homecoming ‘90 and ‘91. There’s not much footage, because he HATED for me to put the camera on him, as you can see.
My best memory of John is also one of my biggest regrets. Weeks before getting my journalism degree, he saw a Black Student Union video that I edited on a cheap, $10 Radio Shack mixer and said I should seriously think about becoming a film editor instead.
He tried to hire me as an “editor’s apprentice” on “Poetic Justice” to get a crash course on the craft, but Columbia overruled him with their own apprentice and, regretfully, I never pursued that career route.
Luckily, our paths continued to cross periodically at his film junkets and at TCA press tours. The FX party for “The People v. O.J. Simpson” in 2016 was the last time I saw him, and he was excited about the coming premiere of “Snowfall.”
His vote of confidence in my editing has stayed with me, and every now and then I can’t help but think, “What if?” #RIPJohnSingleton🙏🏽❤️🎓🎬🎥