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Mother’s devotion touches the world

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By John Lyle Belden

There’s something unique and fascinating about the cliché Jewish Mother. When encountered in performance it guarantees entertainment for the combination of simple values and cultural complexity. When you meet this personality in the real world, especially displaying a familiar mélange of honest concern and resolved acceptance, you find yourself wanting this woman for your second Mom.

In 1970s New York, countless LGBT youth found this maternal comfort in Jeanne Manford, and in her humble and loving way, she changed the world.

Phoenix Theatre Cultural Center presents the world premiere of “Everybody’s Favorite Mothers” by James Still, directed by Zack Neiditch.

When Jeanne’s son Morty (Jack Ducat) came out to her (Constance Macy), she accepted him without question. Her husband Jules (John St. Angelo) took more time to come around, he admits, but was fully accepting when he saw the violence that confronted a gay man just being himself.

Having been outspoken with a strong sense of justice since boyhood, Morty was an avid activist, working with close friends Mike (Matthew David Consell) and Leena (Alicia Barnes). As they planned to join a Gay Rights march on the anniversary of the Stonewall uprising (which had happened just a couple of years before), Morty asked his mother to walk with him. Feeling challenged at her initial hesitation, Jeanne firmly says she’ll be there.

For someone who prefers to live her own life, “I’m not a joiner,” Mrs. Manford is more conflicted than she realizes. The night before the march (which she likes to think of as a “parade”), she finds herself visited in her dreams by icons of motherhood. Maria Von Trapp from “The Sound of Music” (Zarah Shejule) appears in drag-inspired finery to reassure Jeanne and get her mind ready for the coming big day. She introduces two mothers from the past – the Virgin Mary (Barnes) and Mrs. Cratchit (St. Angelo) – and one from the future, Marge Simpson (Conwell), all eager to share encouragement.

The next day’s march sets Jeanne on a path of activism, Jules by his side, that leads to the founding of what is now PFLAG. Her firm sense that family members should support one another fueled her drive to help resolve estrangement between queer kids and their families, and give support to other parents.    

Still – the former playwright in residence at Indiana Repertory Theatre, now living on the West Coast – said he had great difficulty writing this important story of a little-known hero. While researching he found a relevant speech by President Barack Obama and realized that to include this event from 2008 in a story from 1972, he had to be very flexible with the element of time. Thus, to help focus on the central relationship of Morty and Jeanne, they take charge of their story to “rewind” and “forward-wind” to help them, and us watching, better understand what happened. This adds context and drama to a struggle that included trauma that proves difficult to get past.

Shejule also makes an appearance as the principal of the school where Jeanne teaches, having the impossible task of persuading her to reduce her activism.

This play’s clever presentation goes beyond Still’s words and Neiditch’s direction. Sound and video projections by Ben Dobler include actual news footage. The simple set with seating on two sides is by Rob Koharchik with lighting by Michael Moffatt. Anthony James Sirk did the costumes, which include fantastic plastic wigs and outfits for the dream sequence. Props, including Maria’s cute pet goat, are by Kristin Renee Boyd. Stage manager is Emily Root, assisted by Morgan Grabczak.

Ducat presents all the fed-up stress and sense of personal peril in Morty’s struggle to end discrimination. Conwell plays Mike more glib but with his own sense of worry – he also does a perfect Marge voice. Barnes, who said she reflected on her own journey to inform the role, plays Leena as eager and empathetic while dealing with the unfortunate rift among some activist gays and lesbians. Shejule’s turn as Maria is a delight. St. Angelo presents Jules as steadfastly supportive, as his fragile health allowed.

Macy – also the Phoenix Theatre Christel DeHaan Artistic Director – seems effortlessly amazing as Jeanne, working through her infrequent uncertainties while never diminishing her sense of doing what is right.

An unflinching look at the fight for gay rights featuring a mother’s uncompromising care, “Everybody’s Favorite Mothers” delivers an important chapter in American LGBTQ+ history, and a reminder that this story still continues.

Performances run through Sept. 20 at 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at phoenixtheatre.org.

For information on PFLAG, see pflag.org.

IndyFringe: The Kids Are Alright

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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 John Lyle Belden

Reviews of: “Cicada,” by Carmel High School; “JACKED: A Beanstalk Remix,” by KIPP Legacy High School; “Queens,” by University High School of Indiana; “Whatever Happened to Gold D. Locks?” by Sondra E. Hayes Productions.

Fringe festivals are excellent opportunities to develop skills as well as stories, which makes them perfect for high school and youth programs. As with all forms and genres represented in Fringe, the quality and appeal of each performance differs, and with those whom we know up front are learning their craft, we grant more understanding. I have found that once you give that degree of grace, you find a good story, the noble intentions, individual bravery, and even those young persons with the spark and drive to shine on future stages.

Cicada

(Review by Wendy Carson)

Carmel High School brings us another heartfelt offering with this Southern Gothic steamer. Lily (Lexie Palmer) lives alone with her son, Ace (Jack McNalley). However, they are surrounded by the ghosts of those who have also lived there. We meet Lily’s big sister (Jenna Kraus) who died as a child; Granny Duvall (Hadley Wilkinson), who had actually raised her; and Aunt Sister (Lucy Frey) who came to live with her after Lanora passed on.

We also meet their neighbor, Lanora (Lilyanne Nottingham), who is haunted by memories of her husband (Ron Feinberg) and his struggles for the perfect lawn. Ace wonders about his absent father (Ron Feinberg) and conjures his own memories of him.

Maaike Mora is present as the specter who plays the piano and Maisan Hasan is the voice of the preacher Granny Duvall idolized.

Jerry Dye directs this sweeping tale of loss, memories, and hauntings of one kind or another.

JACKED: A Beanstalk Remix

Established in 2019, KIPP Legacy High School has developed a full array of extracurricular activities, including theatre. For the second year, the students present a show at IndyFringe, giving valuable experience not just in performance, but also in mounting a show in a professional environment. This year’s offering shows growing comfort with their expectations.

With rhymes recited in hip-hop style, we meet Jack – the one with the old cow. Mother tells him to sell her, because she will produce no more milk. However, he considers the animal a pet or even a friend, and when Minka Mysterio comes by with some magic beans and a promise that the cow won’t see a butcher, the famous deal is struck. You can guess what happens next: angry Mom throws away beans; they sprout anyway, making the skyward beanstalk; Jack climbs, discovers a Giant, a talking Harp, and a Goose that lays golden eggs; he opts to steal the bird; the Giant follows him down the stalk – a fatal mistake.

That would be the whole fairy tale, except the show isn’t halfway over.

There is far more allegory here than you, or Jack, expect. We deal with damage from a falling giant; the village being off the gold standard; a more troublesome use for the eggs; as well as the inevitable, upset, Mrs. Giant.

The students work this complex story with upbeat aplomb, making the most of each role. The goose, with a look of frustration and fatigue, gets a lot of amusing expression from her single-word “dialogue.” Minka’s mischief and Jack’s earnestness each shine.

Overall production improvement shows, giving us hope that the school will appear at Fringe for years to come.

Queens

Though the subject matter is the same, this is not “Six.” University High School of Indiana in Carmel presents the story of the wives of England’s King Henry VIII, drawing on historical material, including songs, rhymes and dances of the era, as well as more appropriate costumes.

Henry Tudor is chained to a throne in Purgatory, attended by a Jester, his tormenter. Also on hand are the spirits of all six of his wives to relate the stories of their lives and treatment by their monarch until he truly repents. To relate the events, the women dance or gather through various functions, reflecting the news, speculation, and rumor of Royal society. There is also a Young Henry who each encounters, marries, and deals with his rough temper and selfish pride.

Besides a well-told history narrative, there are lessons for us today, especially in the hazards of obsession. This is most expressed in Henry’s consuming desire for a son to succeed him. When at last one is born, after which his second wife dies, it is declared, “Her life for a boy!” Chained Henry responds, “My soul, for a boy.”

The presentation and choreography are excellent, as well as the various portrayals. The true-to-the-era personalities even included one maiden who enjoyed watching executions.

There were only two performances at the 2026 Fringe, so hopefully this proved a good opportunity for bigger investment in a future festival.

Whatever Happened to Gold D. Locks?

This new take on an old fairy tale was truly a family affair. Written and directed by Sondra E. Hayes, “…Gold D. Locks” is cast with at least three families of parents and their children. Kids get a lot of action and speaking lines, especially young B.B. Bear, whose chair was broken and porridge eaten; the Raccoon crime-watch captain who saw it happen, and the title character, a presumptuous Human who is caught and put on trial in the Woods court.

Before the show starts, every member of the audience is urged to put on a provided animal mask, so that we may observe the trial as the jury. No votes are taken, but we are encouraged, with prompts projected on the back screen, to respond (with animal noises) to the events on the stage.

In their own costumes and masks, we see the court of an Eagle judge with an Owl defense attorney, Badger prosecutor (there is at least one accusation of “badgering the witness”), and Fox sheriff and court officer, with his Kit appearing as the Bailiff to hold the Book of Virtuous Stories for swearing in. (“My Mother told me never to swear!” Gold responds.)

With its added subplots of environment and conservation, as well as admonitions not to judge one another unjustly, this was an excellent all-ages show and perfect for younger children. There were many giggles, from young and old, when the Turtle jury foremen slow-but-steadily made their way up to the stage to leisurely deliver the verdict.

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: ‘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).

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.

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.

The syncopated story of America

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By John Lyle Belden

In the United States’ current social and political climate, approaching a significant celebration of the Fourth of July, it is fitting that Summer Stock Stage presents “Ragtime.” The epic musical by Terrance McNally with songs by Lynn Ahrens and Stephen Flaherty, based on the E.L. Doctorow novel, was a massive hit and Tony winner both in 1998 and the current revival. With a combined cast, crew, and orchestra nearing around 100 – mostly high school and college students – this exceptional production is directed by SSS Artistic Director Emily Ristine Holloway.

Set around 120 years ago, this is an appropriate tribute to America for many reasons.

It is the story of what was then considered an exemplary family. They are introduced by the observant Little Boy (Adam Palumbo), whose Father (Justus Palumbo) became wealthy enough from fireworks and other paraphernalia of patriotism to travel the world, leaving behind Mother (Allie Niethammer), Mother’s Younger Brother (Collin Alber), and Grandfather (Milo Ellis). Mother and Brother become central characters in the narrative, with Niethammer especially showing strength of voice and her role’s character. With clumsy charm, Alber embodies the American restless spirit, always searching for something he’s not sure of, seeking to give his life meaning. While Mother and Brother have transformative dramatic arcs, Father is stuck in an era he too late realizes has gone, naïvely unaware that his beliefs and attitudes are part of the problem.

It is the story of celebrity. The novel and its adaptations mix real historical figures in with the fictional exemplars of various classes. Many names are still familiar, including J.P. Morgan (Graham Bodkin), Henry Ford (Sam Funk), Booker T. Washington (DeMarae Bradley), and Harry Houdini (Max Frank). We also meet the scandalous vaudeville star Evelyn Nesbit (Olivia Steele); the events surrounding the Girl on the Swing described in “Crime of the Centry” are factual. Steele plays her with confident flair while presenting the ego that would outlast her famous beauty. Another notable personality was anarchist agitator Emma Goldman (Lilah Hern), presented with stubborn bravery, persistently and constantly calling out injustice.

It is the story of unending racial struggle. Aside from Mr. Washington’s righteous pontificating, we are presented with the Harlem community that gathers around pianist Coalhouse Walker Jr. (Michael Washington), master of Ragtime music. He had been a carefree traveling musician but realizes his heart belongs to Sarah (Cori Hughey), who he discovers had given birth to his child. However, she had felt abandoned and betrayed by him, leading to desperate actions that result in her taking shelter in Mother’s home. Coalhouse’s story is the central narrative of the musical – from romance, to confrontation with the bigot Willie Conklin (Simon Allen), to tragedy and dire consequences. Hughey and Michael Washington acquit themselves excellently as Sarah and Coalhouse, bringing on heartfelt tears and rapturous applause. Also notable is Asha Smitherman as the soloist in the haunting rendition of “Till We Reach That Day.”

It is a story of immigrants. We see a number of arrivals with little more than the rags on their backs, exemplified by hopeful Latvian refugee Tateh (Luke Aguilar) and his daughter (Gracie Reckamp). He lays bare the whole newcomer experience – the humor, the horrors, and the spark of inventiveness that finally brings him to his part in the American Dream. Even in moments of despair, he perseveres for his little girl, and we can’t help but want him to succeed. To help escape dire circumstances, we get clever minds-eye cameos by fellow immigrant Houdini.  

Family, celebrity, racial tension, immigration issues – this 1906 story echoes like a 2026 campaign, set to music that was new and uniquely American. We highly recommend seeing this if you can; however, performances this Friday through Sunday (June 26-28) at Schrott Center for the Arts are swiftly selling out.

SSS’s next show is a different musical, still set around the same place and time: Disney’s “Newsies,” an entertaining examination of the 1899 New York Newsboys Strike. Performances are July 15-19, also at the Schrott Center, next door to Clowes Hall on the Butler University Campus (610 W. 46th St., Indianapolis). 

Get information and tickets at summerstockstage.com.   

ALT: Heroic act has its own victim

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By John Lyle Belden

We know from our American history classes that four United States Presidents were assassinated. Wikipedia conveniently lists plots and attempts against about a dozen others, and that two who died of natural causes were suspected to have been poisoned. While interesting – this not being a review of the musical “Assassins” – it’s mostly beside the point here.

In “Arlington, or, Your Forgotten American Hero,” a play by Andrew Kramer in its world premiere by American Lives Theatre at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre, the focus is on one of two notable attempts on the life of President Gerald Ford in California in 1975, particularly on the man who stopped a would-be assassin in San Francisco.

Oliver “Billy” Sipple was out for a walk when he came upon a crowd outside a downtown hotel. People excitedly said the President was staying there. He waited with the throng for a chance at a glimpse of Ford, trying not to bump into a middle-aged woman. When the President appeared, that woman drew out a pistol, fired point-blank – and missed. Having been a U.S. Marine who served tours in Vietnam, Sipple’s well-trained instincts were likely awakened by the report of the gun. With barely a thought, before the woman could fire a second time, he knocked the firearm from her hand while others tackled her to deliver her to Secret Service agents. This single brief yet heroic action would affect Billy Sipple for the rest of his life.

Directed by ALT founder and artistic director Chris Saunders, the play presents Michael Hosp giving an earnest portrayal of Sipple. We first meet Billy years after that fateful encounter with history, alone in his apartment easy chair watching television with a nearly empty bottle of whiskey, lamenting his life.

Suddenly, dead San Francisco LGBT icons appear around him: Writer/publisher/organizers Del Martin (Suzanne Fleenor) and Wayne Friday (Jonathan Studdard); “dangerous” gay activist Rev. Ray Broshears (Rob Johansen); first out gay political convention delegate and community organizer Jim Foster (Evan Wolfgang); and legendary gay politician – and Sipple’s close friend – Harvey Milk (Jay Hemphill). They alert a bewildered Billy that this is “a ritual of reclamation.” What follows recounts the story of one man’s undesired fame and the infamy he feared which followed.

Need I mention that Sipple was gay? This shouldn’t have mattered, except that this was the mid-1970s, which meant it very much did.

Hosp is outstanding as an ordinary guy not just thrust into extraordinary circumstances, but also seeing that story taken and told by others for their benefit, leaving him feeling used on all sides. His moment of respite with “the guy at the end of the bar” (Wolfgang) gives limited relief as it is that aspect of his life that makes what happens to him worse.

Seeing it as more of a boost to their cause than a betrayal, his well-meaning friends out him to Chronicle columnist Herb Caen (Studdard). Suddenly, Sipple transforms in the national press from anonymous to oddity: the “gay ex-Marine.” This will not go down well with his parents (Fleenor and Johansen) back in Detroit.  

Fleenor also plays his friendly and empathetic neighbor. Wolfgang nicely portrays Billy’s brother George, who eventually comes to his own understanding.

Hemphill has a gift for playing larger-than-life characters, and so makes a believable Harvey Milk, complete with activist fire and celebrity charisma. His presence almost seems too convenient to the plot to be real, but was indeed based on fact. Milk and Sipple, two men who each had their own moment involving a political assassination, were long-time friends.

Hero? Gay icon? Just a guy who did what was needed at the time? Billy Sipple was never sure. Today, him having his wish of being left alone (in the Golden Gate National Cemetery) leaves him nearly forgotten. At the end of the play, we get a perspective on its title, which provides us a more suitable memorial.

Get to know this more than ordinary man in “Arlington,” through June 7 at 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis. For tickets, go to phoenixtheatre.org, info at americanlivestheatre.org.

In this comedy, she really slays them

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By John Lyle Belden

As I once heard a comedian say, at some point with a mass murderer’s body count, you’re not sure whether to be appalled, or impressed.

Southbank Theatre Company presents “Hell’s Belle,” billed as “A True Crime Dark Comedy About Indiana’s First Serial Killer,” by Amalia Howard, directed by Becky Schlomann. Local actor Howard’s script was the winner of Southbank’s playwriting contest to determine this season’s closing show.

Based on the true story of Belle Gunness, a Norwegian-born widow who lived on a farm by the northern Indiana town of LaPorte from 1901 to 1908, we get a light-hearted look at a heavy topic. Howard portrays Belle’s sister, Nellie Larson, who narrates the story, speaking through time to today’s audiences, as well as other roles as needed. Ryan Moskalick and Jim Cherry play various men, many of whom do not live long. One exception is Moskalick as the farmhand Ray Lamphere, who survives Belle only to be tried as an accomplice.

As the star of the show, we have Lisa Marie Smith as Belle. She is plain but not ugly, and quite a find for lonely sons of Norway seeking the comfort of the cooking they grew up with. Her kitchen talents were indeed notable, if you don’t mind the strychnine.

Smith gives her enough cleverness and charisma to keep her activities unsuspected, coupled with her unresolved issues around men and the children she desperately wants but can’t keep alive. She also feels the financial pressure that hits hard on single women of the era. Not that this excuses numerous instances of insurance fraud, but then, a girl gets accustomed to a certain standard of living.

While not downplaying the seriousness of the crimes, we get a rather humorous look at these events, especially the circus atmosphere that attends the eventual discovery of her many, many victims.

How many people did she kill? Did she get away with it all, slipping away with what today would be more than a million dollars? These questions are still debated. The evidence is presented for you to make your own guess as well.

Schlomann is assisted by Rachel Serago; Jenn Byers is stage manager. Simple yet comfy set design is by Scott Hall. Costumes and props are by Karen Cones, with the deadly meat-grinder 3-D printed by Tony Troxell.*

For an entertaining bit of macabre Indiana history, attend “Hell’s Belle,” Thursday through Sunday (April 30-May 3) at Shelton Auditorium, 1000 W. 42nd Street (southwest corner of Butler University), Indianapolis. For info and tickets, go to southbanktheatre.org.

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*(Edit after original posting, thanks to producer Marcia Eppich-Harris for giving us Troxell’s name.)

Fateful decisions divide father and son in ALT drama

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By John Lyle Belden

We all have feelings about the events of Jan. 6, 2021, in Washington, D.C. We all have opinions. In “Fatherland,” the intense 90-minute drama by Stephen Sachs, the only ones that matter belong to two men – a father and son from Texas. One was the first up a set of Capitol steps that day; the other contacted the FBI.

Based on actual proceedings, evidence, and public statements in a U.S. District Court trial, American Lives Theatre presents this play at the IF Theatre, directed by Jacob David Lang, assisted by Madison Pickering.

The main set piece is the witness stand where a 19-year-old man, played by Matt Kraft, testifies against his father, portrayed by Scott Russell.  Built by Josh Morrow and Tony Board, the wooden structure seems solid, but its cracks are evident and reveal in splendid visual metaphor the slow fracture of the father-son relationship as past events are recalled. Various jagged pieces open and stay that way, like unhealed wounds.

The production is aided immensely by video projections, including footage of the Jan. 6 events, which were designed by Paully Crumpacker, assisted by Preston Dildine.

Jenni White portrays the U.S. District Attorney prosecuting this case. Confident and feeling the facts are on her side, she guides the son’s testimony, which in turn narrates the story of what brought us all to this point. Joshua Ramsey plays the Defense Attorney, smugly trying to confuse and discredit this principal witness.

Kraft gives an excellent portrayal of a young man deeply conflicted. He feels the division in his family, he fears what his father might do – to others, to himself, and to him – and above all he feels guilty. Regardless of whether the guilt for turning in his father is justified, it feels real to him.

Russell presents a complex man who has been reduced to a simple ideology. He is intelligent, widely traveled, and until recently successful as an oil well engineer. A reduction in active production left him without work, without purpose. Accepting without question that Donald Trump was as successful as portrayed, a copy of “Art of the Deal” ever in his hand, he not only embraced the MAGA culture, but also joined the Texas Three Percenters. The radical far-right organization intensified his fears for the future of America and primed him for the possibility of violent conflict. Russell gives us a man with cocky energy, a growing fanaticism he mistakes for patriotism, feeding his already-present anxieties. Through his son’s words, we see the slow but steady process that led to this man – convinced he would be a hero – joining the mob assaulting the U.S. Capitol.

Unlike other courtroom dramas, the most important aspect of this production is the examination of what brought these two men to the place we find them in 2022, their feelings, beliefs, attitudes, as well as what has changed – and hasn’t. Not noted, as it happened more recently, is that any guilty verdicts have been negated by Presidential Pardon in 2025.

Still, we do hear the results. The jury, in fact, includes us in the audience. We aren’t literally called on to vote, but are given much to deliberate on as we exit the theatre.

One weekend remains of “Fatherland,” an important piece of theatre for which we are grateful to ALT artistic director Chris Saunders for bringing to Indy. Performances are 7:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday, 3 p.m. Sunday, May 1-3, at the IF (home of IndyFringe), 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indyfringe.org, info at americanlivestheatre.org.