The Manifesto Scroll We did not start this with money.We started it with a promise. The promise was this: The stories we carrywould not die in our handsbecause no one had built a place for them. So we built one. We built it across time zones.Across distances.Across days when the only progress we could make was an inch. We built it anyway. We have been told to wait our turn.We have been told our stories are too specific.We have been told the industry has its way of doing things. We have heard it all.We are still here. We do not ask permission to make this work.We do not ask permission to honor the artists who taught us how. We do not ask permission to imagine the futurethe way our people have always imagined it,forward, and ours. There is a long line of voices behind uswho did not get to be heard. There is a longer line ahead of uswho will not have to wait the way we waited. We owe this work to both. So we keep showing up.For the song that has not been sung yet.For the film that has not been shot.For the story whose teller is still finding the words.For the artist who is still in the room alone. The industry can do what it does.We will do what we came here to do:make the art, and make it well,and make it for the good of the art. We are the keepers of stories.We are the builders of doors.We are the ones who refused to put it down. Welcome to Idu House. Come in and see what’s happening under our roof…