You insensitive, gutless wonder! Might I suggest you do some intelligent research to gain some insight into a phenomenal, witty, intelligent,funny, caring young man who died way before his time! “Who the heck am I,” you may wonder? My identity is NOT anonymous. I am his aunt and I will miss him terribly. I’m sorry you will never have the opportunity to find out for yourself who Garrett was!

Garrett Scott was my brother, my friend, and my inspiration. Though I am a poet, and not a film maker, I have been and will continue to be influenced and inspired by Garrett’s work. His two very different films, Cul de Sac and Occupation Dreamland, were lovely lyrical, and empathic meditations on war, politics, economics, family, and locality versus the global economic and political trends, which exert such pressure in the lives of the people who populate his amazing filmic psycho-scapes. Garrett was a terrific, kind, and generous human being, generous to a fault, yet fraught with all the right kinds of tensions, with a great sense of outrage and injustice when appropriate and at the same time an uncanny sense of the innerworkings of history, its cunning, its logic, and its endlessly self-generative set of variables. I will never forget Garrett’s near ruthless sense of inquiry, his overpowering desire to know and to express with unfailing honesty what he had discovered, while conducting his research and his interviews with the utmost sense of empathy and understanding for the people, often in compromised and dangerous situations, to whom he gave a forum to tell their stories with wit, grace and at times all the necessary requisite desperation. Garrett pulled no punches in his films; they are unflaggingly honest, yet imbued with a strong sense of purpose and understanding, without once ever being contrived, preachy, or possessed in any way of an ulterior motive. Garrett Scott was, simply put, a secretary for the dispossessed and a great navigator of the mysterious interplay between war, violence, systems of finance, territory, and so much more. His impressive body of work–though tragically interrupted–will always be a constant source of experiment and discovery for me. Garrett, you taught and showed me so much, and communicated with such patience and pleasure, that the scope, depth and possibilities of my own work (poetry) has been enormously changed, irrevocably and forever. Garrett, you were such an enormous soul, with such wit, warmth, and unbelievable loyalty and curiosity. I have lost a brother today, and a fellow collaborator in the work of the human spirit. I can only hazard a guess at why those of us who were fortunate enough to know Garrett and his work have to contemplate such an unfair and untimely end to it. I will stop short of saying how unfair Garrett’s death is, not because I don’t believe that, but because I am trying to understand for myself and others that there was no written law that any of us would be promised the great privilege of being here, living for any period of time on this troubled and beautiful planet, which Garrett and his work so wonderfully engaged. I will never forget you, Garrett; your legacy lives on in all of us who are wise enough to follow the great example you set for us–simply put, that the act of trying to understand each other and document our triumphs, our failings, and our sufferings is, in the end, the only measure by which we shall be judged, both as people and as societies. I simply cannot articulate the enormity of the loss I feel today. My thoughts, tears, and pain aside, I am reduced to simple awe at what Garrett Scott was able to accomplish in fifteen short years. You will never be forgotten, neither as a human being, a friend, nor an artist, and I shall always be overwhelmed by your presence, even now that it is gone. Peace, my dear brother.

Sadly Ashley, you obviously were not paying attention when you watched his film. The title of it is “Occupation: Dreamland”.

I am glad that it got a chance to show my Airborne brothers in action, though sadly, it did come away with a liberal slant.

Airborne All The Way!

I can’t believe how heartless some people can be while others are mourning the passing of a truly unique and accomplished person. I went to high school with Garrett in Coronado. He was a sweet, bright guy and although I didn’t know him as well as others, I feel a great sense of loss and a sense of pride in his accomplishments.
Me deepest sympathies to his family, friends and all who loved him.
Melissa Rippee-Jefferson

You tell ‘em Matt! What a jerk to go to all the trouble of posting such a worthless comment, designed to hurt the people left behind. Shame on him, indeed. I’m very sorry for your loss.