By Mary E. Weems
Blackeyed is a set of performs and monologues. the subjects lined within the publication comprise housing and foreclosures, suicide, attack, psychological future health, the Black male event, and extra. The publication intersects with serious race concept as the majority of this paintings positions race on the heart of the studies of the fictitious or fictionalized characters. Embedded in those chapters are the interweaving of non-public and ancestral tales, information experiences, casual conversations, observations, interviews, and on-line study expressed in language unapologetically Black, severe, reflexive, and proud. Blackeyed can be utilized as a category textual content in theatre, schooling, artistic writing, verbal exchange, women's reviews, sociology, and African American experiences undergraduate and graduate classes. it might probably even be utilized by theatre practitioners, together with actors and administrators, operating in neighborhood, nearby and nationwide theatre settings. contributors together with qualitative researchers attracted to exploring extra affective probabilities or arts-based researchers may also learn this assortment to illustrate of methodological exemplar. ultimately, someone drawn to the Black event in addition to the explicit themes lined during this ebook can learn this choice of performs as one could learn a suite of brief tales.
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Old School: Because it’s Triple who hipped me to it in the first place. (Pause) I’d just gotten my job on the train and all the OT’s or Old 22 BLACKEYED time Train Porters would ask me what my real name was every shift I worked, no matter what train I was on or where I was goin’. It was starting to piss me off— Cowboy: And we know what happened to the last mothafucka who did that—I Old School: (Loudly) Anyway, short of it is, one night I met Triple here for a game of Cribbids and I was hittin’ good, makin’ so many combos of 15, the 1 and the 14, the 8 and the 6, 9 and the 5, I mean I was woopin’ that ass, and all of sudden Triple started tellin’ me this story.
Fifteen years ago somebody I don’t even remember told me they go to vote with everybody in their family that can every year. They make it a celebration. Don’t forget 2 o’clock white people time. DoDo: (Laughing) I know that’s right. Okay, I won’t brother, meet ya’ll there. (Beat) Ya’ll know me and my sister Cheryl are still dealin’ with mama havin’ Alzheimer’s? Old School: How she doin’? Cowboy: Yeah, sorry I haven’t asked in the last few weeks, DoDo how is she?? 12 BLACKEYED DoDo: She’s doin’ okay.
Old School: Roped like what? 9 CHAPTER 1 Cowboy: Shit I don’t know. Old School: Did she say it all out in one breath like that? Cowboy: Just like that, except, she had a real deep, booming voice. Grandma didn’t take no shit and from that day until I left home to join the Marines, I didn’t give her not one problem. I was so glad to have a place to come to that was with somebody who loved me, clean and neat, and with enough food that I didn’t have to ask every time I wanted to go into the refrigerator.
Blackeyed: Plays and Monologues by Mary E. Weems