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Breathless pace of ‘Lungs’ at District

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By John Lyle Belden

“That’s what drama is: watching a character make a decision.”

This quote by playwright Duncan MacMillan, from a 2016 interview, fits the style of his first celebrated play, “Lungs,” presented by new company ZED: Teatro at The District Theatre this weekend (Sept. 11-13).

MacMillan, known for his “Every Brilliant Thing,” engages different personal anxieties with this two-person drama which debuted in 2011. It asks, in entertainingly verbose fashion: When one is conscientious of all that is wrong with the world in the early 21st century, is it right to bring another life into the mix?

In the play’s typically minimalist staging, directed by Holly Hathaway Thompson, we witness a Man (Nathan Erdel) and a Woman (Linsey Babrick-Christie) in a very animated conversation. He, a musician, had suggested to her, a PhD student, that they could have a child together. Their shopping day at Ikea is completely ruined.

There follows a lot of “thinking out loud” in emotionally laden conversations and personal reflections. Being citizens of our globally connected era, concerns go beyond themselves to what’s happening with environment and the effects of corporate and political corruption. (MacMillan wisely sensed it would only get worse leading up to today.) There’s only so much one can do, and they are good people – “Are we good people?” – so, would a baby be condemned to future misery, or become the one who helps fix it?

This is more than a single discussion or argument. Time marches through a number of scenes, which follow one swiftly after another much as they will one day in hindsight. The back and forth between them feels natural – nothing resolved, yet ever moving forward as things must. Some humor grows organically from this, especially in “I didn’t mean to say that, well, yes I did…” moments. While there are disappointments, there is no malice.

Babrick-Christie and Erdel nimbly take on what must be an exhausting acting exercise. Moments come on hard and fast, heavy with hope and uncertainty, yet with an undercurrent of love – even when they aren’t acknowledging it. And with this very vulnerable human portrayal, we come to feel they are people we know, or want to.

As this posts, there are performances tonight and tomorrow afternoon in the intimate District Cabaret, 627 Massachusetts Ave., downtown Indianapolis. Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org. Find ZED at zedteatro.org.

Black Light shines light on Indy history, culture, again

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By John Lyle Belden

Here’s a homework project we can all learn from.

Black Light Training & Development, a program of The District Theatre, presents “The Griot,” a new dramatic work in progress by Celeste Williams, directed by Ronni Watts with Kelly Kel. For the participants, this is an opportunity to develop skills as writers, actors and directors; for the audience, this is also a window into Indianapolis Black history, with a focus on The Indianapolis Recorder.

Founded in the 1890s, The Recorder has been a vital part of what was then and through the 20th century referred to as the “Negro press,” newspapers that served communities of color across the United States, bringing to light the people, stories, and issues mostly ignored by the mainstream (read: white) media. As one line in the play states, to know what was really going on, “this newspaper, and the grapevine, was it!”

To get misbehaving high school students Rosa (Kenyla Bell) and Malcolm (Tyrell) to take history seriously, their teacher gives them a week to make a presentation about the Recorder – something they barely know or care about.

Malcolm remembers it’s something his grandmother “Moms” (Kea Biven-Williams) reads all the time. Noting his interest, she tells how it covered the career of the great Oscar Robinson and his history-making high school title. While her breaking into the Crispus Attucks High “Crazy Song” is a fun audience sing-along, it overwhelms the boy with its hokey-pokey old-fashioned style and he retires to his bed. Meanwhile, in her home and bed, Rosa nods off while Googling the history of The Recorder.  

This is where the spirit world intervenes. Jeli (Destiny Basnight), the essence of The Griot (a traditional African storyteller and history-keeper) brings together the dreamscapes of both youths to meet her and the spirit of George Pheldon Stewart (Terrance Marquis), co-founder of the Recorder.  D’Andrea Brown arrives as “N. Diana Avenue” to enlighten the kids on local history and “Cora S. Pondent” to relate the Recorder’s role in it. Dom Moon appears as the mistress of “Monster Meetings” that brought notable African Americans to speak at the Senate Ave. YMCA, as well as a soldier who wrote to Black papers during World War II to propose the Victory sign become a “Double V” for victory both in the War and on the homefront for civil rights.

Malcolm and Rosa are shaken from their apathy by discovering the rich history in their own city, learning of success stories, like that of Madam C.J. Walker; events like the visit by Martin Luther King Jr., five years before his “Dream” speech; and the horrors of lynchings across Indiana, murdering “young people like us.” In the process, Rosa confronts questions about her own future, while Malcolm feels he must deal with his own troubled past. Appearing at ease on the stage, Bell and Tyrell show their own talent and potential.

The adults acquit themselves well, too. Basnight’s delivery balances charm and culture to stay above caricature. Biven-Williams is endearing as the grandmother. And Marquis entertainingly brings to life the rather dashing photos of Mr. Stewart, presenting a classy no-nonsense newspaperman.

As in past Black Light productions, we get deeper insight into Indiana’s past as well as an opportunity for future cultural icons.

Overall, the 90-minute play gives a good first public showing with great potential. See what we mean and encourage its development by seeing it 7 p.m. tonight (as this posts) or 4 p.m. Sunday, Aug. 30, in the District Blackbox, 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis. For tickets and information, see indydistricttheatre.org.

Find Black Light Training & Development on Facebook. The Indianapolis Recorder is available in newsprint, online, and provides a weekly email newsletter.

IndyFringe: A Distant Sound of Thunder

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This is part of the annual Indianapolis Theatre Fringe Festival, a/k/a IndyFringe 2026, held Aug. 13-23 in venues around downtown Massachusetts Ave. Information at indyfringe.org.

By Wendy Carson

In August 2025, a record heat wave causes a huge blackout in New York City. In hopes of finding some sort of relief, the locals throw an ersatz block party. When past resident Hector (Ian Cruz) shows up asking a few too many questions, things really get heated.

While recent retiree Bill (Steve Kruse) is delighted to see his old neighbor and catch up on recent changes, Mary (Karin Stratton) doesn’t trust him at all. It seems that numerous people, all of foreign descent, have been mysteriously disappearing from the building, and throughout the city. Since Hector is giving varied stories as to how his arm was broken and is overly interested in their new Trans neighbor, Enchante (Lucy Fields), perhaps Mary may be right.

Producer and author Eric Bryant gives us a true potboiler full of deception, paranoia, intrigue and humanity. Under the direction of Carrie Ann Schlatter, the cast deftly presents these captivating characters leaving the audience to decide for themselves the truth of each person’s story.

Performances were held on The District Theatre mainstage.

IndyFringe: ‘They will come out and dance again’

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By John Lyle Belden

This is part of the annual Indianapolis Theatre Fringe Festival, a/k/a IndyFringe 2026, held Aug. 13-23 in venues around downtown Massachusetts Ave. Ticketing and other information at indyfringe.org.

Reviews of: “First and Last Breath,” by Seda Negra/Black Silk, “Mārgam – The Path in Bharatanātyam,” by Team Laya; “On the Edge of Now,” by Pulse Dance Theatre; “Perfect Ten!” by Crossroads Dance Indy; “Ready Yet?” by Theo Renee; “SOUL: Reimagined” by Kenyetta Dance Company.

The above quote was not said on stage, but by a little girl in the audience behind me, said with naïve and wishful confidence at the end of the show. Her father then gently explained to the enraptured young fan that the dancers would not return, at least in that hour. The previous day, I saw a different child standing by her chair, eyes fixed up on the stage, gently swaying like she was part of the action before her. In a way, she was.

Such inspiration, for all ages, is part of what makes dance and movement so important to the IndyFringe festival. Perhaps you, too, can get swept up in these performances (or if their dates have passed, watch for your next opportunity).

EDIT: I have added a review of the first show, the others were previously published before the festival ended.

First and Last Breath

“The wind will bring collective healing… for the wind is the first breath.” In this production by Seda Negra/Black Silk, incorporating contemporary and traditional dance forms, we explore cycles of life with the spirit Oya — an orisha originally from Nigeria now honored throughout the African diaspora. On the stage of the Athenaeum Basile Theatre, the dancers present a flowing, energetic, almost continuous program. Starting with two, then joined by the company, they move like guiding winds, fall, awake, take on shimmering forms in light flowing robes. They confront and are blessed by Oya in her buffalo form, “preparing for battle.” They embody struggle, and the need to leave old patterns behind. Finally, they embrace the Last Breath to a refrain of “Take me, Oya.” Incredibly beautiful with an exceptional sense of unity, the company’s appearance in the second weekend of IndyFringe was worth the wait.

Mārgam – The Path in Bharatanātyam

The title refers to a particular form of traditional dance from India.  Presented with traditional music and costumes by Team Laya of Columbus, Ind., the three women dancers share with us one of the great Hindu stories, the life of Rama, who was considered the ideal man and an incarnation of Vishnu.

After a traditional invocation, we are shown that before Rama was man or legend, he was a child. A dancer gracefully portrays his caring mother, guiding, chiding and embracing her young son, her precise movements perfectly miming these activities. The three next portray other events in his epic, including his unjust exile, the loyalty of his brother Lakshmana and wife Sita, and his battles to finally gain his rightful crown.

The dancers show great physical control, grace, precision and endurance. Their ankle bells add to the rhythm, much like tap shoes in Western dance. Even if you don’t know the story, the sense of deep, ancient culture is readily felt.

To share in this experience, there is one scheduled performance, 12:30 p.m. Saturday, Aug. 22, on the intimate Cabaret stage at The District Theatre, 627 Mass. Ave. Note that seating is limited so, like the first performance on Aug. 15, a sellout is likely.

On the Edge of Now

The “pulse” of Pulse Dance Theatre is apparently an elevated heartbeat, as the works in “On the Edge of Now” plumb emotional depths. The opening piece, “Hypervigilance,” choreographed by Amanda Hoover, portrays the trapped feeling of past traumas, presented by the grasping hands of company members, seeking to restrict one’s life.

The other dances are choreographed by PDT artistic director Amanda Browning, including parts of “Through the Pulse of Memory” (solo by Morgan Johnson), “Frequencies” (Magdalynn Derloshon and Izaak Vilbrum), and “Elegy for Thoughts Unspoken” (company). In “Suite Bru,” the ensemble deliver in movement a perfect reflection of two of Dave Brubeck’s most famous jazz numbers.

An excellent hour of contemporary dance, one performance remains at 12:30 p.m. Saturday (Aug. 22) in the Basile Theatre upstairs of the Athenaeum (401 E. Michigan Ave.).

Perfect Ten!

Crossroads Dance Indy celebrates a decade of performances with a program of 10 selections to fascinate and amuse us.

With choreography by Brittany Gaither, Nicole Mikesell, Sammi Kindler, Meghan McGill, Kathie Porras, Clarice Nolan, Dani Conti, and Gabby Padilla, the company approaches the concept of “ten” from all manner of angles, set to music ranging from Blondie to Brubeck (consider “Take Five” in 10/8 rhythm) to Rodgers & Hammerstein. There’s a humorous piece on the declining value of a dime, and even a look back at being ten years old. It concludes with a clever look back at their favorite past dances.

As for the common slang definition of the title, “Perfect Ten,” the brave and beautiful ladies (and gentleman) of this troupe remind us that it’s not just that anybody can dance, but that any body can dance, and that’s more than fine with us.

Seek “perfection” at the Athenaeum Basile Theatre (401 E. Michigan) Saturday evening and Sunday afternoon, Aug. 22-23.  

Ready Yet?

Theo Renee was inspired by hearing of a dance classmate being named an “Emerging Choreographer.” The concept of what it is like to emerge, bridging the gap between being a student and a professional, brought about the project, “Ready Yet?” involving Renee and several other performers from Michigan college programs.

 This is only their second production (the first was in Ypsilanti, Mich., in January) so the show is still raw and evolving, but the pieces (seven dances and a monologue) don’t appear unfinished. They display great individual skill and control, while tapping into various emotional states. There are the two dancers whose movements are as if statues did stretching exercises, never losing their graceful presentation. Emotional strain at one point is punctuated with music suddenly stopping and starting, the dancers responding accordingly.

The most interesting and complex number starts with two dancers in a balletic style with bits of humor. Their costumes each have a fringe (appropriate!) of ribbons along the hem of skirt of shorts. As others come on stage to join the dance, dressed likewise, there is frequent trading of ribbons among them – like kids with friendship bracelets. Eventually, each will come forward with a clipped phrase, these non sequiturs building into a more profound whole.

The last piece presents despair, hiding from the calls of others while agonizing whether this is all worth it. Finally, the answer comes.

There are two more performances, Saturday and Sunday (Aug. 22-23) at the Athenaeum Basile Theatre (401 E. Michigan). If you see Theo around the festival, you could receive a free “Ready Yet” friendship bracelet.

SOUL: Reimagined

Kenyetta Dance Company delivers an unflinching examination of history some people don’t want told, a lesson written through movement, in terror and sweat. Starting with literal roots in Africa, we see people taken, broken, transported, sold and used as property. The medium of dance helps us see and practically feel the horrors, the longing, and the eventual elation. Though all was taken from them, their souls persisted, sustained by old and constant rhythms.

This is presented as a single program, with each dance flowing into the next, aided by projected visuals, light narration, and music including traditional African, spirituals, and folk blues. Of the latter, the slave auction song “Bid ‘em in” haunts us with its upbeat tone and casual dehumanization, juxtaposed with movement portraying the cruel scene. At various points, the dancers’ skill and precision startlingly depict wrists, arms, bodies, being pulled and dragged by unseen chains, expressions reminding us that not so long ago they were very real.

This may be the best dance production of the Fringe. Performances are 11 a.m. Saturday and 5 p.m. Sunday (Aug. 22-23) at the Athenaeum Basile Theatre (401 E. Michigan).

IndyFringe: ‘Leaking’

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By Wendy Carson

This is part of the annual Indianapolis Theatre Fringe Festival, a/k/a IndyFringe 2026, held Aug. 13-23 in venues on and around downtown Massachusetts Ave. Ticketing and other information at indyfringe.org.

With “Leaking: THE WOLVES ARE EVERYWHERE,” Vianna Isbister brings us a portion of her master’s thesis as we witness her exemplary talent at storytelling.

Weaving together a familiar fairy tale and highlights of her own life, she presents us with a beautiful story full of unexpected twists and turns and a glimpse of the “wolves” ever present in our own lives. While we know the base story of Little Red, we are reminded that temptation, naivete, and sexuality are the true dangers warned of by straying from the path and talking to strangers.

Isbister is a brilliant storytelling talent and gives us a tale that is raw, profound, and vulnerable. Yet her style is easygoing, approachable, and humorous. I must say that I did not see the final twists coming, which on its own is a remarkable feat.

Sadly, Monday, August 17th (today, as this posts) is her final performance, 6:30 p.m. on the Cabaret stage of The District Theatre. I really hope she continues her storytelling work and returns as her amazing talents would be an excellent cornerstone to IndyFringe’s future.

The District calls on ‘Genêt’

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By John Lyle Belden

Indianapolis native Janet Flanner was a unique personality, one of the most famous Hoosiers you likely have not heard of. This was likely in part because her writing focused on those around her as she faithfully avoided writing in the first person.

The spotlight gets overdue placement upon this literary icon in the world premiere of “They Call Me Genêt” by D. Paul Thomas, performed by Jen Johansen at The District Theatre. Writing her “Letters from Paris” for the newly established New Yorker magazine from 1925 to 1975, she received her nom de plume from New Yorker editor and co-founder Harold Ross, who mistakenly assumed it was a French variant of “Janet” (the word actually refers to a broom plant with yellow flowers, or a cat-like animal native to Europe and Africa).

We meet Flanner at the end of her time as an ex-pat in Paris, preparing to depart for New York, where she would live with her long-time lover, publisher Natalia Danesi Murray. She packs while struggling to write her final “Letter” for the magazine, and reflects on her various life experiences and the famous (and infamous) people she knew along the way.

Johansen delivers a flawless performance as the woman who would apparently mock the self-indulgent nature of a one-woman show. Aided by an appropriate wig (design by Andrew Elliot), she bears a close resemblance to photos of Flanner, who was fully aware of her plain features, remarking here that she has “the face of an old Pope.” Director Chris Saunders gives us not just a fascinating first-person biography, but also, as he notes, a thoughtful meditation on where the observer fits in among the celebrities she observes.

Among the historical figures she encountered, Flanner wrote about Hitler during his rise to power (a bitter I-told-you-so years later for those who dismissed her prescient profile) and had more pleasant relationships with luminaries including Hemingway, Picasso, and Gertrude Stein. Past notables of art and letters, she remarked, included “the most interesting Paris-ites.”

As for her personal life, Janet is unapologetic while employing her gift of creative language to apply appropriate euphemisms, such as her preference for “the sorority side.” There is a little trepidation at rejoining American society, returning to the post-Vietnam/Watergate country she sees churning towards a sort of “self-betrayal.”

The look and atmosphere are completed with costumes by Guy Clark, set by Josh Morrow, and props sourced by Jan White – including a charming compact typewriter. Rick Northam is stage manager, and Georgeanna Smith Wade is the understudy.

A bit of a wildcat, a shining golden flower, and ever intriguing – get to know Ms. Flanner in “They Call Me Genêt” in performances Thursday through Sunday, July 23-26, at 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis, presented in partnership with Indy Pride.

There will also be a benefit event, A Parisian Dinner and Garden Party, following the 4 p.m. Saturday performance. For details and tickets to all shows, see indydistricttheatre.org.

IBTC’s ‘Museum’ has much to show us

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By John Lyle Belden

Don’t be confused; “The Colored Museum” is not a static exhibit, but a theatrical work, a series of scenes that move with the rhythm of continuing centuries-old struggle.

Most surprising is that the show could be considered a museum piece itself: This play by George C. Wolfe hit Broadway in 1986. Forty years ago, yet it still feels so current, so “woke,” so “Black Lives Matter” – and as relevant as ever. It works as a companion piece to last year’s equally irreverent production of “Ain’t No Mo’” by the Indianapolis Black Theater Company. This year’s IBTC production of “Museum” is directed by local cultural icon Deborah Asante, leading an outstanding cast of local Black talent.

Performers include Empressnikia, Empress Marlena, Clarissa Michelle, PsyWrn Simone, Alicia “The UnCuT Diamond” Sims, John Singleton, Edward Strickling Jr., Tre’Vaughn, and young Anya C. Carlton as “The Future,” with audio contributions by Reno Moore and Rick Drumm, and on-stage percussion by Komoyaka King.

From the beginning, as the flight attendant of Celebrity Slaveship advises us that “shackles must be worn at all times,” we are in for one hell of a ride. Wolfe’s satire through the play’s 11 scenes is both sharp and hilarious. Examinations of Black life and culture employ sufficient absurdity to confront the surreal experience of being African American. We encounter archetypes including a Mammy, a disturbed soldier, a gay “Snap Queen,” and a singer who found fame and respect in France but must face what she left behind. Nothing is sacred, including the too-perfect models of Ebony magazine, and the award-bait Black roles in “The Last Mama-on-the-Couch Play.”

The look is completed with a neat set design by Antonio Burks that suggests an exhibit hall, complete with a turntable to display the next piece in the collection. Burks also contributed designs in the excellent projected visual elements.

Stunning both as comedy and thought-provoking theatre, “The Colored Museum” opens for four more performances, Thursday through Sunday, July 9-11, at The District Theatre, 627 Massachusetts Ave., downtown Indianapolis. Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.

Father and gay son face horrors of Holocaust

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By John Lyle Belden

I hope that this finds you shortly after I post it – so you can see – or this is shared before the next production – so you can anticipate – the important intimate drama of “A Pink Triangle” by Kirby Taylor.

The title refers to the patch worn by LGBTQ prisoners in Nazi concentration camps. Holocaust histories typically mention the yellow Star of David worn by Jews while tending to note in passing others tortured and killed included Roma, Communists, other political prisoners, and homosexuals. While the effort to eradicate Jewish people cannot be understated, the Pink Triangles were held in lowest regard in the camps, their harsh treatment including horrific medical experiments.

In fact, there was a macabre rainbow of color patches for various prisoner classes, a reflection of the regime’s ruthless organization of cruelty.

Coincidentally, “A Pink Triangle” has a three-fold theme. The first, its setting, is the historical hell of wartime Auschwitz, portrayed in the gaunt, nervous, hungry actors in filthy, ill-fitting striped clothing we see before us. Second is the paranoid horror of their existence and the realization among us watching that so much of the context sounds like something familiar, even relevant to current events. Third, and most important, is that this is a tragic and poignant father-son moment.

Lars (Jim Melton) can barely walk, let alone be capable of literally back-breaking labor in the stone quarry, so he gets the ironic relief of working at his own pace literally shoveling excrement while awaiting a more horrific assignment to Block 10, where experiments are conducted. His pink patch has made him a pariah; even his father momentarily shows revulsion when he sees it.

Hans (Dave Ruark) works beside Lars, the guards apparently unaware they are related. His patch is green, indicating a criminal (possibly for his family’s black-market dealings; we find from their conversation that his wife remains free to secretly help their neighbors with food and essentials). In him we see what in hindsight we refer to the “Good German” who got along and even supported the Nazis until he, like the others he was willing to condemn, was seen as unfit. He has memories of the disastrous end of the first World War and accepted the propaganda of whom to blame for hardship. Now feeling no allegiance to Hitler, he keeps secret the fact that he plays trumpet even though that would grant him easier duty in a prison or military band.

Though this is thoroughly researched, including visits to Europe – Taylor admits she had only heard of Pink Triangle victims a couple of years ago – she emphasizes this is primarily a story of a father and his son making contact, seeking some sort of understanding in what could be the last time they see each other. As a result, she has scripted an incredibly natural hour-plus conversation. Its rough flow is not primarily to communicate to us (which cleverly it does) but rather as two people who share both an intimate bond and immense pain, each felt caused by the other. Issues unresolved and unresolvable are verbally danced around yet must be confronted: Why Clara is still free; feelings about older son/brother Freddie, who served and died for the Fatherland; who betrayed Lars to the Gestapo. Helping stitch these frayed threads of discourse are odd familial touchstones, like past meals, or an ugly yellow couch.

In her directing debut, Holocaust historian Amy Grove of the CANDLES Center in Terre Haute (founded by survivor Eva Kor) keeps the story firmly grounded in its living hell. Death literally stalks these men, and all others held there, which we hear in the bursts of nearby gunfire that occasionally punctuate the scene. It’s also in the eyes of those before us. Melton, who also masterfully applied hollowing makeup, gives Lars the darting expression of a trapped rodent. His moments of feigned bravado and apathy, spiced with black humor. are his sole defense against madness, as fatal resignation battles for hope in his battered psyche.  In Hans’ expression, there is a secretly defiant watchfulness that manifests its hope in constantly looking for ways to work any system he’s in. Apparently, even if he does not survive this – his frequent cough making this more of a possibility – it will literally be on his own terms.  

Though these are fictional characters, they represent real people. Thousands were sent to concentration and death camps under an anti-gay law that predated the Nazi regime but had been strengthened and strictly enforced. The current production of “A Pink Triangle” at The District Theatre includes an exhibition of prints from Pink Triangle Portraits, a project by artist Bryan Sharland to document in paintings every queer victim of the Holocaust of which there is an available photo (including more recent pictures of survivors).

A necessary and overdue examination of a dark chapter of LGBTQ history – and human history – remaining Indianapolis performances of “A Pink Triangle” are 7:30 p.m. today (as we post this) and 4 p.m. Sunday (June 27-28) on the intimate Brian Payne Theatre (second stage) at the District Theatre, 627 Massachusetts Ave. Get tickets at IndyDistrictTheatre.org.

Distant conflict hits home in ‘Escalation Time’

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By John Lyle Belden

How you feel about October 7, 2023, will affect how you respond to “Escalation Time,” an intimate drama at The District Theatre, written by and starring Francesca Root-Dodson with Reuben Barsky and Ray Graham, directed by Molly Shayna Cohen.

East-coast liberal academics Zev (Barsky), a History professor approaching tenure, and Kate (Root-Dodson), an adjunct professor, are married and seem happy – though her wanting to have a child appears to be causing some tension. Then, on that October day, they witness the Hamas attacks in Isreal, just outside Gaza, on their televisions. As the world changes, so does theirs.

From a Jewish family, though non-practicing, Zev is moved by the horrors of the initial attack and hostage-taking. In the days to come, he embraces his heritage with others at the university as they deal with growing antisemitism.  

Kate, who is Russian and whose godfather, Classics professor Jim (Graham), was once part of the Weather Underground, feels for the citizens of Gaza who are caught in the ongoing conflict. She spends evenings with a student protest group, and the rest of her time glued to the videos of death and destruction on her smartphone.

However, this play is about more than global politics or the value of different peoples’ lives. These events strike at the faultlines that were already present, and easy to ignore, in Kate and Zev’s relationship. She is profoundly affected, and likely in need of mental health counseling – something he firmly doesn’t believe in. For his part, what had seemed just a contrarian streak shifts into more conservative attitudes he had ignored or kept hidden all along.

New Yorkers Root-Dodson and Barsky present their roles with well-practiced ease, allowing us to sense the love between their characters, as well as the pain of its fracturing. Local actor Graham, his character wizened and with a “terrorist” past, brings a unique perspective. Being three persons in America yet without strict allegiance to it helps us see their feelings on events half a world away more clearly.

The stage set is the couple’s living room, appropriately littered with multiple stacks of books. Thousands of words surrounding them, yet solutions remain elusive and communication a battle.

“Thought provoking” is an understatement for this engaging piece of theatre. “Escalation Time” has performances Thursday, Friday and twice Saturday, May 21-23, at The District Theatre, 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.

IBTC: True incident inspires Morisseau drama

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By John Lyle Belden

“Southern trees bear strange fruit / Blood on the leaves and blood at the root…”

These lyrics, written by a white activist and made famous by legendary Black singer Billie Holiday, lend a theme to a drama by acclaimed playwright Dominique Morisseau, “Blood at the Root,” presented by Indianapolis Black Theater Company at The District Theatre, directed by Daniel A. Martin.

The plot is heavily based on the 2006 “Jena 6” controversy in which six Black high school students were tried as adults after arrests for beating a White student. The altercation was part of a series of events that suggested racial tensions were a factor. Morisseau’s play is set at Cedar High in a fictional Louisiana town standing in for Jena, a city of around 3,000 located in the Mississippi River Delta region north of Baton Rouge.

Raelynn (Kelly Kel) wants to do something bold for her senior year. With the encouragement of her best friend Asha (Morgan Damato), she decides to run for class president, which if successful would make her the first Black student in the office. She also decides to go sit under Old Devoted, a huge old oak tree where the “cliques” (“White” is unsaid but understood) hang out. Two other students join her.  

At the student newspaper, reporter Toria (Samantha Resnick) is constantly in trouble for seeking controversial topics – adding her opinions in the process – in her zeal to become a “real journalist.” Justin (Matt Ball), the student editor, sees her as talented but her work as unusable, risking the school ending the program.

Raelynn’s brother, Deondre (Marcus Elliott), is a star running back on the football team and a college prospect. The quarterback is Collin (Parker Taylor), a recent transfer student who is White – and gay, a secret that proves difficult to keep.

The next morning, three rope nooses hang from the oak tree. Black students are upset, but the school insists that it is no more than a tasteless prank. Days later, in the high school cafeteria, Collin is beaten by six of his Black teammates, including Deondre. Arrests follow.

The cast also includes Clarissa Michelle, Jay Fuqua, and Evangeline Bouw.

The mighty tree, designed and built by The Sapphire Theatre Company, dominates the back of the stage, a reminder that the emotions and dark legacy of the Civil Rights era were not left behind in the 20th century. Students coming of age in the 21st now have to reckon with this, finding that what once seemed like normal teenage trouble can take on serious consequences, especially in the Deep South. Reflecting today’s culture that is surrounded by music, the play includes moments of song and movement reflecting a scene’s actions and feelings. It avoids classification as a musical, though, so that nothing shown seems light or trivial.

Every character is boldly presented, and each will have their say. Kel’s Raelynn and Elliott’s Deondre present familiar archetypes, a young Black woman and man seeing possibility in their future while dealing with opposing tensions brought about by just being themselves. In Deondre’s case, what would be no more than a blemish in another student’s record becoming his entire future denied by the decision of an unjust system. Demato’s Asha, a girl with White skin and Black relationships, and Ball’s Justin, a Black student bullied by peers for reading and good grades, express their frustrations at social expectations and rules around “blackness.” An idealist from a politically liberal family, Resnick’s Toria is learning the hard way to carefully deal with the facts, and her tact. Parker’s Collin shows how the (also valid) struggles of queerness further complicate existing tensions.

We get outstanding performances all around. Especially of note is the way the actors handle the rural Louisiana accent and way of speaking – akin to both Cajun and Deep South syntax and cadence – flowing naturally, clear and easy to follow.

Presented with the energy and humor of youth, as well as the raw emotion of hard-hitting news, we find that bitterness still comes from a society with “Blood at the Root.” Performances are Thursday through Sunday, April 23-26, at The District, 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.