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Summit: Tests of research methods and ethics get personal

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By John Lyle Belden

No matter how good your scientific method is, there will always be one flaw – the all-too-human scientist. But, perhaps, a person’s humanity can be what redeems the research.

In “Queen,” by Madhuri Shekar, presented by Summit Performance Indianapolis, mathematical genius Sanam (Isha Narayanan) and lifelong bee expert Ariel (Chynna Fry), PhD candidates at University of California Santa Cruz, have been working on the issue of honeybee Colony Collapse Disorder for years. Finally, in the 20-teens, during the peak of international concern for pollinator loss, they have what they believe are sufficient study results to publish.

This has their professor, Phil (Ryan Artzberger), overjoyed as the paper will be published as a cover story in the magazine Nature and their peers are giving him an award and an opportunity to address a conference where he and the women will present how Monsanto pesticides are to blame – there is even a bill on the issue being proposed in Congress.

Meanwhile, for Sanam, whose life is her work and verse visa, her traditional Indian parents have set up yet another blind date with an eligible bachelor whose “grandfather played golf with her grandfather.” To keep familial peace and get a free meal, she goes. Enter Arvind (Nayan Patadia), a supremely self-confident Republican-sounding Wall Street trader, whom Sanam detects is a fellow statistics nerd. Bothered by a last-minute problem with the data in the bee studies, she invites him to her office to “check the figures,” which he does, assuming at first that it was a euphemism.

Like the syndrome being researched, the “bad” data can cause this work with so much at stake – individually and potentially for the whole world – to completely collapse. What happened? What and where is the flaw? Can it be fixed, and if not, can it be “fixed” for the presentation?

The plot buzzes with complexity: issues of ethics, standards of research and good science, the politics of Washington and academia, the fight-fire-with-fire temptation to oppose questionable studies with results skewed your way, the bothersome danger of statistical fallacies, clashes of personal ego, and discovering that as a worker bee, wielding the stinger is self-destruction.

Narayanan holds her own as the proud advocate for statistically accurate science, no matter what it says, devoted to mathematical models practically only she can see. Yet deep within is the need for connection to a bigger hive, allowing the creeping possibility of compromise.

Fry gives us heroically minded Ariel as a woman on a personal crusade, a single mom and first from her beekeeping family to graduate college, with a chance to literally make a difference in the world. She is driven both by the nobility of the quest and fear for her daughter’s future.

Artzberger, adept at both the hero and the heel, gives us an excellent counter to the women’s points of view. Phil is both practical and ambitious, arguing that perhaps a single statistical variance shouldn’t jeopardize the entire project and all they will soon reap. The initial numbers were sound, the Nature article already peer-reviewed. The presentation is a day away, and the show must go on, right?

Patadia charmingly plays the wild card – aptly introduced as one who exercises his math-brain with lucrative games of Texas Hold‘em – who brings out the fact that while numbers don’t lie, humans do, even to themselves. His last play, however, is dealt only to Sanam: go all-in, or fold?

This drama fits Summit’s creed, “by women, about women, for everyone,” with today’s often subtle anti-feminist issues. Men taking credit for women’s research is nothing new, but even with female names on the article, Phil calls the shots. Sanam feels the stress of both ethnic tradition and being an exemplar for women in STEM. Ariel is well aware her motherhood is seen as a weakness as well as a strength. Arvind wants an “aggressive woman” who “knows what she wants” while wanting to be her lone source of support. It’s not just the bees who feel endangered.

Summit artistic manager Kelsey Leigh Miller directs and Becky Roeber is stage manager, with a clever functional set designed by MeJah Balams.

As we publish this, “Queen” opens at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre, 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis, and runs through Feb. 25. For tickets and information, go to phoenixtheatre.org or summitperformanceindy.com.

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Regarding the ongoing issue of Colony Collapse Disorder, this is the EPA page on the topic.

Summit’s ‘Crew’ a bold workplace drama

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By John Lyle Belden

You see the signs, and not just the unusual ones on the bulletin board. Management holds a lot of private meetings; rules start tightening up; workers leave and are not replaced; rumors circulate. The writing is on the wall, perhaps literally when notices go up: people are going to lose their jobs, and perhaps the entire workplace will soon close. 

What had been unthinkable in times of booming industry and union strength has become too common now. I went through a similar situation, perhaps you have, too. And in a recent era, this was the fate of Detroit auto workers in Dominique Morrisseau’s “Skeleton Crew,” the drama presented by Summit Performance at the Phoenix Theatre.

Faye (Dwandra Nickole Lampkin) is within months of 30 years at the plant. She is also: a proud UAW rep; a feisty cancer survivor who can’t – won’t – give up smoking; stubborn protector of her crew, especially Shanita (Akili Ni Mali) and Dez (Kerrington Shorter); practically a mother to the foreman, Reggie (Daniel A. Martin); wise and philosophical, always with something to say; eager to take your money in cards, but not always successful; and a multi-skilled worker who never seems to leave the factory. The fact that she is gay is honestly her least significant trait. 

Shanita is the best on the production line, proud of following her father and helping build something others will be proud to own. She doesn’t even let pregnancy slow her down. As for Dez, he’s got big plans, nice shoes and a gun in his bag. He talks smooth and means well, but the fire within him isn’t always under control. He and Reggie don’t get along, as they seem to assume the worst of each other. Then again, Reggie is right that Dez has been gambling on the premises. 

And as word swirls around that the plant is doomed, someone is quietly stealing from the plant – taking their severance one metal part at a time.

Needless to say, there is a lot of drama and tension as the uncertainty builds. But Morisseau has sprinkled in a healthy dose of workplace humor, and a bit of feeling among the members of this workplace family. It doesn’t take much digging nowadays for these skilled actors to bring the emotions – from concern to frustration – to the surface. Lampkin is a rock. Mali radiates confidence. Shorter gives substance to the angry-young-(black)man archetype. And Martin, known to many for his comic skills, again shows his true range.

Director Melissa Mowry strikes the right balance in the look and feel of the play. The stage (designed by Mejah Balams) is a plant break room, a temporary respite from the noise and stress just outside the back-wall door. Opaque windows show images of industry, and at transitional points in the story, silhouettes of cast members moving rhythmically – men as machines – choreographed by Mowry with the actors. It’s a brilliant visual element that sticks with you.

Powerful drama with strong performances, “Skeleton Crew” has two weekends remaining, through March 13 at the Phoenix, 705 N. Illinois St. For tickets, visit phoenixtheatre.org or go to summitperformanceindy.com.