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May 17, 2012
April 27, 2012
A Look Inside the Mind of a Suffragist
Posted by Holly L. Derr under interview | Tags: Erica Fae, Jill Samuels, suffrage, Take What Is Yours |Leave a Comment
Cross-posted at Ms.
Picture it: 1917. Susan B. Anthony has been dead for 11 years, Elizabeth Cady Stanton for 15. Carrie Chapman Catt has been agitating with the National American Woman Suffrage Association since 1900. But women in America still do not have the right to vote.
Fed up, a group of militant suffragists called the National Woman’s Party, led by Alice Paul, holds a protest in June in front of the White House. After being verbally and physically harassed by bystanders while police stand by, they are arrested for “obstructing traffic.” The women are sent to the notorious Occoquan Workhouse, where they demand to be treated as political prisoners and–since they are already fighting injustice anyway–go ahead and stage a hunger strike over the abysmal conditions at the prison.
This is the moment in which Erica Fae and Jill Samuels set their play, Take What Is Yours, opening in New York City on May 3, though the story they tell began decades earlier and didn’t end until 1920. As the front page of the script reads:
72 years. 56 referenda. 30 presidential party conventions. 277 State party conventions. 47 constitutional conventions. 480 legislature campaigns. Three generations of [women] who might have done a thousand other things with [their] lives.
Author/performer Fae and co-writer/director Samuels give new life to Paul, a lesser-known hero of the suffrage movement, using meticulously researched primary sources, such as suffragist pamphlets, the National Woman’s Party journal and transcripts of hearings and court trials.
The central action of the play takes place in Occoquan’s psychiatric ward, where Paul was sent in an attempt to discredit her by pronouncing her insane. An alienist (period-speak for psychiatrist) was sent to interview her, and though a stenographer was present for that three-hour encounter, the transcript remains elusive. And so Fae and Samuels have imagined, and invite us to imagine with them, what might have been said. Using words spoken by Paul, her friends and her enemies in other contexts, they reconstruct a conversation in which Paul is lied to, intimidated and otherwise pressured to end her strike.
The creators also use her altered state of mind (she had not eaten for three days) to delve into the past, present and future of the movement. As the creators told Ms. in a recent interview:
It’s the external circumstances of the prison that trigger her into a memory or a reenactment of a key moment. … There’s very little known about her private life. She didn’t speak much, she was choosy with her words, and yet we give her a lot of words to say. [Our] Alice is really a symbol of the movement itself and of all the women.
Using period costumes and moving walls that bring us in and out of the layered realities of the prison and Alice’s mind, Fae and Samuels attempt to tell a story that is historically accurate, psychologically complex and emotionally affective:
I think in a way what we’re doing is creating a moving and emotionally impactful telling of the story. We really want to touch and move people. Because the text is all source material and we’re really using historical words the whole time it’s important to really make sure they’re landing in the here and now.
At the end of the play, Paul’s hallucinatory visions take the the audience forward in time to the triumphant moment in 1919 when Tennessee state Rep. Harry Burns, swayed by a telegram from his mother, casts the deciding vote for the 19th Amendment to the Constitution. Fae and Samuels spoke about this ending, their voices blending together as those of long-standing collaborators often do:
Erica: There is a kind of humor that it ends on a letter from a young man’s mother–
Jill: –and that after 75 years of campaigning it should be such a close call. It’s laughter through grief, I think.
Erica: We assume everyone who is seeing the show is very well aware that women have the right to vote, but this actual story about Harry is not very well known. It allowed us not to put the bow on the ending and still to close it out with a feeling of joy–
Jill: –and honoring that aspect of the women’s experience.
Does it work? Well, if you’re in New York, go see the show and let me know! It runs May 3-27 at 59E59 Theaters. And a Ms. Blog reader perk: Enter FEM25 when buying tickets for the regular run and get a $10 (30 percent) discount.
Photo of Erica Fae as Alice and David Riley as Man by Alexander Berg.
April 6, 2012
“Style is knowing what kind of play you’re in.”
- Sir John Gielgud
February 22, 2012
Company Creation Festival 2012 – The Shows
Posted by Holly L. Derr under As Long As Fear Can Turn to Wrath | Tags: Company Creation Festival, Son of Semele |Leave a Comment
February 8, 2012
Helen Hunt Runs the Show in Our Town
Posted by Holly L. Derr under feminist analysis, review | Tags: Broad Stage, David Cromer, Helen Hunt, Our Town |1 Comment
Cross posted at Ms.
The moment she enters, walking quickly, in her masculine work boots and jeans, you know that she is a woman in charge. That’s what a real stage manager is, after all, but in most productions of Thornton Wilder’s Pulitzer-Prize winning classic, Our Town, the Stage Manager is an old white man, replete with gray hair, a pipe and an archetypal New England accent that implies age, wisdom and tradition.
Actor Helen Hunt, as the Stage Manager in David Cromer’s production currently running at the Broad Stage in Santa Monica, Calif., has none of these things. And yet, surprisingly, she, unlike the Norman Rockwell-esque narrators of most productions, has real power.
Set in the early 20th-century fictional New England town of Grover’s Corners, Our Town chronicles the cycle of life–from daily existence to love and marriage to birth and death–in distinctly American terms. That is, if American means small town, Christian, white and middle class. For Grover’s Corners is a place where “Polish Town’s across the tracks” and “women vote indirect.”
Whereas in most productions the narrating Stage Manager, speaking from a position of privilege, takes for granted that the values of Grover’s Corners are the ultimate American values, Hunt, without judgment, gives it to us the way it was. She does not pontificate or eulogize, she presents the town and its inhabitants and allows the audience to form their own opinions about this particular version of Amerca’s past. Her straightforward delivery, combined with the fact she is a woman telling the story, transforms the narrative from a given to a question.
Though unusual, the direct speech and modern dress of this production actually suit the writing. Wilder, with his romantic and yet surprisingly plainspoken text, both valorizes and interrogates traditional American values. The interrogation part is lost in most productions, which make the simple, bygone America of the play into an object of nostalgia. This production, on the other hand, creates genuine distance between the values of Grover’s Corners and those of today, and thereby allows us to wonder whether we really would, if we could, return to those times. The realization that we might rather not mirrors the lesson Emily learns in the final act: “That’s what it was to be alive. To move about in a cloud of ignorance … .”
The great achievement of the production is that even though it successfully avoids nostalgia for a patriarchal past, it doesn’t lose any of its sentiment. In fact, Emily’s tearful realization that “all that was going on and we never noticed” hits even closer to home when she says it in a sweater that I’m pretty sure came from J Crew.
Cromer’s production could have gone further in destabilizing our vision of a perfect American past: Other roles written for men could have been played by women (the professor and the choir director come to mind), and the production could have included actors of color. Storytelling is a way of exercising power–of giving voice to the voiceless, of changing the narrative of history. Casting Helen Hunt as the narrator, importantly, democratizes the role of storyteller. Next time, Cromer should democratize the role of protagonist as well.
Photo of Helen Hunt in David Cromer’s Our Town by Iris Schneider. Our Town runs through February 12 at the Broad Stage.
January 30, 2012
January 28, 2012
The Idiot (I know)
by Holly Derr
Scene One
Girl A: I’m an idiot.
Girl B: You’re not an idiot.
Girl A: I’m an idiot.
Girl B: You’re not an idiot.
Girl A: I’m an idiot.
Girl B: You’re not an idiot.
(Pause.)
Girl A: I’m an idiot.
Scene Two
Girl A: You’re an idiot.
Boy: I’m not an idiot.
Girl A: You’re an idiot.
Boy: I’m not an idiot.
Girl A: You’re an idiot.
Boy: I’m not an idiot.
(Pause.)
Girl A: You’re an idiot.
Scene Three
Girl A: I’m not an idiot.
Boss Woman : You’re not an idiot.
Girl A: I’m not an idiot.
Boss Woman: You’re not an idiot.
Girl A: I’m really not an idiot.
(Pause.)
Boss Woman: I know you’re not an idiot.
Scene Four
Girl A: I know I’m not an idiot.
Therapist: You’re not an idiot.
Girl A: But I feel like an idiot.
Therapist: You’re really not an idiot.
Girl A: But I feel like an idiot.
Therapist: Well you’re not an idiot.
(Pause.)
Girl A: But I feel like an idiot.
Scene Five
Girl A: How could I have been such an idiot?
Girl’s Mother: Because sometimes people are idiots.
Girl A: How could I have been such an idiot?
Girl’s Mother: Because sometimes people are idiots.
Girl A: How can people be such idiots?
Girl’s Mother: Because sometimes people are idiots.
(Pause.)
Girl A: People can really be idiots.
End of play
January 14, 2012
New Fire from Cherrie Moraga
Posted by Holly L. Derr under feminist analysis, interview | Tags: Brava Theater, Celia Herrera Rodríguez, Cherrie Moraga |Comments Off
Cross Posted at Ms.
It was said that during times of chaos, this female force came down to earth to put things right again. — Roadwoman, New Fire
Before there was intersectionality, there was Cherríe Moraga, playwright and co-editor of the feminist classic This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color. She recently told the Ms. Blog in a phone interview:
The kind of feminism I understood from the late ’70s … is that it’s all interlocking. Every form of oppression is connected. So I always have looked to those in the most marginalized communities … those on the bottom, to really understand what’s happening all the way through the system. And that’s usually poor and black and indigenous women: They’re the canaries in the mine shaft.
According to Moraga, whose play New Fire premieres at The Brava Theater in San Francisco on January 11, things are not looking great for the canaries:
I never thought I would see the day when Mexican immigrants–who are largely indigenous people and immigrants coming from Central America– would become the new slave class. And that people would actually be incarcerated for being brown. These are things that we thought we had fixed in the civil rights movement.
But sometime in the ‘80s, says Moraga, the country lost its way. The hopes and dreams of the anti-war, civil rights, feminist, gay and Chicano movements were not realized. What had been a democratic spirit became a materialistic one, so that “even though it seems superficially that more people have rights, what’s happened is more people have things. Some more people have things.”
Growing concern for immigrant rights led Moraga and her primary collaborator on this production–the designer whom she credits as the central force behind the project, Celia Herrera Rodríguez–to travel the West, participating in and recording indigenous spiritual practices. New Fire, the play that grew out of those literal and metaphysical journeys, is a “ceremonial performance”–an intricate interweaving of documentary video and live performance, of fact and factual fiction, of real ceremony and the performance of myth.
The plot is simple: The central character, a native Chicana named Vero, honors her 52nd birthday–a coming-of-age year for women in the Mesoamerican tradition–with a one-night medicine ceremony in which she attempts to “get well,” to clear herself of the poisonous residue of violence done against her and reunite herself with her primordial past. (Can we take a second to thank Moraga for writing parts for 52-year-old women?)
The play as a whole is not so simple. By interspersing the healing ceremony with realistic flashbacks that provide insight into Vera’s personal past, as well as with video of traditional spiritual practices that are alive and well today, Moraga and Rodríguez have structurally connected the history and suffering of an individual to the history and suffering of her collective people.
While they were at it, they also reconnected the act of performance with its mythic origins:
Why are we artists? We’re artists because we believe on some level that change is … its own kind of spiritual practice. … And it’s a beautiful thing when a person realizes that they can hold that and they’re okay–that [they] can hold those pains for other people and become a conduit for these kinds of expression and they’ll be okay.
In New Fire, Moraga provides a conduit for a spiritual, feminist and environmentalist vision of the world. Though written to confront the literally earth-shattering consequences of the Mayan 2012, the play actually offers hope that in pursuing our spiritual drive for change, we can heal not only ourselves but also our world:
This is what we’re talking about–it’s not only a shift in consciousness but [also] the consciousness creates a sort of activism, where you really begin to believe that people that are not represented by the interests of the ruling classes really do have the power and the right to be able to create acts of solidarity with each other in order to improve … their local world, the intimate world from their family to their neighborhood [to] their nation and then internationally.
New Fire runs January 11-29 at San Francisco’s Brava Theater. Photos by Gregory Manalo from TOP: “Tzitzime,” “La Cantante” (Charlene O’Rourke) and “Coyote” (Adelina Anthony) in Cherríe Moraga’s New Fire.
November 30, 2011
the first in a series of posts on Theater About Then for Now
Posted by Holly L. Derr under As Long As Fear Can Turn to Wrath, rehearsal | Tags: political theater |Comments Off
When I’m asked to describe my work as a theater director (as anyone in this field is often asked to do), I make sure I use a few keywords: Viewpoints and Composition, gender, Epic Theater, performance of identity. When talking to artists with whom I collaborate, I sometimes say post-modern, and then I explain what I in particular mean by that.
There are other isms and ists. Feminist. Post-colonialist. I also use reconstruction instead of deconstruction. And I invoke Brecht, namely in the context of narrative (as opposed to plot) and history.
So it’s always interesting to go back to those sources and take a fresh look at what I actually do versus what the theory that inspires me asks me to do. I’m working on two unrelated productions at once right now – As Long as Fear Can Turn to Wrath and Rimers of Eldritch – and with both I have invoked “historicization” as a design and performance aesthetic. But what do I mean by that?
In answering that question, I decided to remind myself what Brecht (might) have meant. Historicization. “Perhaps the incidents portrayed by the epic actor need to be familiar ones, in which case historical incidents would be the most immediately suitable,” he says in “The Question of Criteria for Judging Acting.”
In “Indirect Impact of the Epic Theater” he espouses,
[Scenes] must be portrayed as emphatically and significantly as any well-known historical episodes, though without sentimentalizing them. In this epic theatre serving a non-Aristotelian type of drama the actor will at the same time do all he can to make himself observed standing between the spectator and the event.
From “On the Use of Music in an Epic Theater:”
The epic theater is chiefly interested in the attitudes which people adopt toward one another, wherever they are socio-historically significant (typical). … The concern of the epic theater is thus eminently practical. Human behavior is shown as alterable; man himself as dependent on certain political and economic factors and at the same time as capable of altering them.
I’ll be honest. I often choose historical subjects for productions simply because I think history is really interesting. I like having an excuse to learn as much as I can about a particular period – to devour the music, the images, the words and sounds of an age.
But I also chose to adapt Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath partly because its historical material so perfectly speaks to our current economic concerns. (Also partly because it’s brilliant and beautiful and the things he does with words are wow.) Part of my point is that we can learn from the ways history repeats itself – we can see ourselves in the past and understand that we can’t keep making the same mistakes. When we see how history repeats itself, surely we will realize that we have to change, or so my thinking goes.
Though I was sure I got the idea from him, Brecht’s take is actually a little different. He actually goes to great length to argue that we should perform history in order to show people how different the times are, not how similar. In a contradiction to his earlier thinking that historical material might prove most suitably familiar to the actor, in “Short Description of a New Technique of Acting” he argues:
The actor must play the incidents as historical ones. Historical incidents are unique, transitory incidents associated with particular periods. The conduct of persons involved in them is not fixed and ‘universally human’; it includes elements that have been or may be overtaken by the course of history, and is subject to criticism from the immediately following period’s point of view. The conduct of those born before us is alienated from us by an incessant evolution.
So whereas I want to use the way that things don’t change to convince the audience that we must change, Brecht wanted to reinforce change by showing all the changes we’ve already made. The endpoint, I would argue, is the same: to get the audience to think critically about the ways we behave. But the means are actually pretty different.
Now, if you’re still with me, you have either have some preexisting interest in me or in Brecht, so bear with me a little longer, because what’s fun is how these things manifest in rehearsal. For As Long as Fear Can Turn to Wrath, it’s in 4 ways in various combinations: what is historical, what is Steinbeck, what makes our political point, and what is good theater.
Two examples: the women actors in the show play both Women characters and a Used Car Salesman, a Truck Driver, and a Manager. They do not have time to change costumes (we can’t afford more than one costume per actor anyway), and the question came up of whether they should wear dresses. The dresses would be historically accurate when they are First, Second and Third Woman, but not as the other characters. So the question becomes what will the audience believe (“believe” in the sense of “be able to make meaning out of”), and the answer is they are more likely to believe Women in pants than Truck Drivers in dresses. So then the question becomes do I want to challenge what the audience believes? Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. In this case, the gender of the characters is not the main point I’m making, so I’m not interested in defying the audience’s expectations with that particular choice.
At the same time, because I am adapting text that was not written as dialogue, I have the opportunity to assign lines by gender in ways that empower the Women characters. My choices here have also involved going against historical assumptions, though in a different way. Together with the actors, we have created three distinct man-woman marriages, in some of which the women are equal partners with the men, and in all of which the women have genuine thoughts, feelings and opinions and take genuine action. But here I can argue that though it was not the norm, inevitably some women in 1935 had fairly equal relationships with their husbands. Inevitably some women lived as the subjects of their own lives. I can therefore justify the fact that in the adaptation I create a world in which that is true. (I cannot similarly argue that some truck drivers wore skirts.)
But in making these sorts of choices, am I in fact perverting history? Am I encouraging people to believe in a falsehood? Am I “Oliver Stone-ing” the Okies? This is a work in progress, but right now, I’m thinking no. And here’s why.
My work is Brechtian. I’m not actually trying to convince the audience that women wore pants in 1935. Nor am I suggesting that they actually had social or economic power. I’m actually assuming people know the truth on both scores, and that they know that this is theater and therefore a fiction. And I am hoping that in seeing real women with their own thoughts and motivations living in 1935 circumstances, we can get closer to understanding how absurd assumptions about gender are in all times.
Or maybe my work isn’t actually Brechtian at all. Either way I’ll leave you with this: Women always have been and always will be fully human subjects of history. How we document that, as far as I can tell, has always been pretty much up for grabs.
November 11, 2011
As Long As Fear Can Turn to Wrath
Posted by Holly L. Derr under As Long As Fear Can Turn to Wrath | Tags: Occupy, OccupyLA, OccupyWallStreet, political theater |Comments Off
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had time to write because I’ve taken on a new project: As Long as Fear Can Turn to Wrath, an adaptation of selected chapters of a certain great American novel, will be presented as part of Son of Semele Ensemble‘s Company Creation Festival in January and February. In the novel, which is set in the Great Depression, the author essentially tells the same story twice: the bulk of the book focuses on the personal experiences of the main family’s journey from Oklahoma to California to find work, but the interstitial chapters paint a picture of the collective Okie experience by retelling the same story in broader terms. Our adaptation focuses on those chapters and thereby attempts to show that the scourge of poverty infects whole societies, not just individuals.
As with most theater, on this project the producers, the company of actors, a designer and I are working for free. The production currently has no budget and no resources other than the rehearsal and performance space provided by Son of Semele. Why, you might ask, would we want to travel from our day jobs during rush hour to the theater every night and on the weekends to rehearse and perform a piece of theater that will, in the course of its 10-performance run in a 35-seat theater, be seen by a total of 350 people at most and not get paid?
Because we have something to say. And the theater is a good place to say it.
The play, like the book, begins by illuminating the consequences of an unregulated home loan industry; we then follow the collective Okies as they are swindled by used car dealers, forced to beg for bread to feed their children, denied pay for work they have already performed, and kicked off the one piece of land–the Hooverville–they have chosen to occupy.
People will not believe that the words of this theater piece were not written about current events. The problems these families face and the conclusions they draw are separated from those of the Occupiers only by time, not by sentiment. Our collaborative process of creation is not quite as egalitarian as Occupy’s General Assembly–I lead the company as adapter and director, my husband co-produces, and the text was written a while back by a more skilled wordsmith than any of us could ever hope to be. But together we are turning the narrative of the book into a company-created playworld with the intention of historicizing the Great Depression and revealing its connection to today.
We believe that there is power in telling stories and that awakenings can happen when people witness the real human struggles of poverty, hunger and oppression, if only in performance. In this piece, we hope to embody the spirit and goals of the Occupy movement, to reinforce the necessity of collective action, and to warn the powers that be that revolution is coming. For where the people come together,
[T]here is the node, you who hate change and fear revolution. [T]here is the anlage of the thing you fear. This is the zygote. The danger is here, for two men are not as lonely and perplexed as one. This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning–from “I” to “we.”
Check out our tumblr of images from the Depression and from Occupy and add your own (in pairs, please). And come see the show in LA: January 11, 12, 13, 28, and 29 and February 8, 9, 10, 25, and 26.

