(*thanks to SH, JS, for video)
Two-Hander, my play about actors, egos, and competition, plays the Newmarket National Ten Minute Play Festival July 22-23rd.
- 1 pm and 8pm July 22nd.
- 4 pm July 23rd.
Here’s the complete schedule:
From Colson Whitehead’s Pulitzer prize-winning #novel.
What did you get for that, for knowing the day you were born into the white man’s world? It didn’t seem like the thing to remember. More like to forget.
Cora… fell asleep.. sometimes so quickly she was like a candle being blown out.
“That evil soaks into the soil. Some say it steeps and gets stronger.”
The man moved with exquisite calm, like a leaf drifting on the surface of a pond, making its own way on gentle currents.
Sometimes a useful delusion is better than a useless truth.
This bookstore has been a coffee shop for a while. Still sad to see a crate of coffee filling what would have formerly held the printed word.
Thank you Garth Greenwell (What Belongs To You) for words and sentences like these….
“Love isn’t a matter of looking at someone, I think now, but also of looking with them, of facing what they face….”
“… I never felt it would summon the person I wanted him to be with me.”
“What would it mean to do enough, I wondered, as I had wondered before about that obligation to others that sometimes seems so clear and sometimes disappears altogether , so that now we owe nothing, anything we give is too much, and now our debt is beyond all counting.”
So happy to discover a NEW bookstore- an endangered species- Queen Books (not pictured). 91 Queen Street East. In the heart of Leslieville, Toronto.
I will definitely patronize the establishment.
Specific (meaning true) #writing in Garth Greenwell’s novel What Belongs to You.
The following passages are from the narrator’s nervous visit to a health clinic:
“… the kind of doctorly banter I hated most, a chummy preliminary to unpleasantness.”
“…. the stock visual language of medical admonishment and reassurance.”
“I grew up at the height of the AIDS panic, when desire and disease seemed essentially bound together…. Disease was the only story anyone ever told about men like me where I was from, and it flattened my life to a morality tale, in which I could be either chaste or condemned. …when I finally did have sex, it wasn’t so much pleasure I sought as the exhilaration of setting aside restraint…”
We observed Pink Day at my school last Wednesday. I was honoured to speak at the assembly. Here’s the speech:
It’s good to see everyone in the pink.
If you identify as lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgendered or queer, (or even heterosexual), our school is proud of the diversity of its community. It not only tolerates diversity and difference, it accepts it, and hopefully, we are moving in the direction of celebrating it.
I want you to think about yourself for a minute. If a bully were to target you, what would they pick on? It might be something physical- like the colour of your shirt, or skin colour, or hair style, or physical size, or gender. It might be something unseen- like sexuality, or religion, or some amazing talent you have, like playing piano, or being an elite athlete. If something sets you apart, that’s all it takes to be noticed or labeled as different.
We live in a great place (Toronto, Ontario, Canada) and go to a great school. Our rights are enshrined in the Ontario Human Rights Code- that there can be no discrimination based on race, gender, colour, religion, sexual orientation, ability… the list goes on. So there should be no bullying at our school, right?
Bullying by discrimination these days is subtle. Bullies go after people who don’t conform. These are people who refuse to cover who they are.
It’s a sociological term: covering– minimizing some fundamental aspect of yourself so that it doesn’t get noticed- so you can get by a little easier in mainstream society. It simplifies things. You don’t stand out quite so much.
Yale Law Professor Kenji Yoshino has written about this phenomenon in his book “Covering: The Hidden Assault on Our Civil Rights”. In it, he talks about his own life as a Japanese-American and as a gay man, covering both aspects- minimizing so he could get ahead.
The book is not just memoir. Wearing his law professor hat, Yoshino details case after case of civil rights abuses where people sued their employer for wrongful dismissal based on prejudice- and every case lost. They didn’t work hard enough at covering- at fitting in by downplaying their differences.
It shouldn’t be this way. But to a great extent, it still is.
Some day it won’t be. Equality and acceptance will exist, and no one will have to remind anyone about respect because of their gender, sexual orientation, race, or religion. We won’t have to put the word “rights” after any of these words. The only word you will ever have to put in front of “rights” is the word “human”. And to quote Martin Luther King, we will truly judge people only by the content of their character.
Until that time comes, we need to pay daily and special attention to the way we treat one another, how we talk to each other, and about each other.
If you hear the word faggot, call them on it. If you hear the phrase that’s so gay, call them on it. If you don’t know what to say, tell someone, especially faculty. There are allies in the room.
In your classes- why not ask- how many people cover? I bet almost everyone will say they do. Then we can discuss why we all do it, what can be done to do it less, and also why it is still, unfortunately, necessary.
As much as possible, be the whole person you are. Don’t cover or minimize yourself just to fit in. Don’t give into some limiting label or category someone has put on you. Everyone here is far more complicated and deserves more respect than that.
Respect yourself. Respect others.
I wrote a ten minute play a while back about actors, called Two-Hander. It got a great reading at the Storefront theatre, but it needed work. I left it for a while, and the solution eventually presented itself to me.
Come see the results at the Newmarket National Ten Minute Play Festival July 21-23, 2017:
Newmarket National Ten Minute Play Festival