When Justice Molloy delivered the sentence, she refused to say the perpetrator’s name in her courtroom. She would not give him the visibility and the recognition he killed for. That same refusal lives in the Amico family. It lives in every person who sat down in front of our cameras. It is the spirit that shaped this documentary.
We do not name the perpetrator. We do not show his face. We do not glorify his manifesto. The attention economy that radicalized him is the same attention economy that turns his name into a trophy. We will not hand him another one.
What the film holds in his place is the work of the eleven people he tried to erase. Their classrooms, their kitchens, the friendships that outlived him. The choice is editorial and it is moral. Every documentary about mass violence inherits a question about complicity. Ours answers it by pointing the camera somewhere else.