“12 ANGRY MEN…AND WOMEN” EXPOSE POLICE BRUTALITY — STREAMING BILLIE HOLIDAY
Director Indira Etwaroo Stages Black Lives in Glass Boxes
by Abby Tozer
A Brooklyn cityscape overlooks the bright yellow street mural memorializing 159 Black victims of injustice — from Emmett Till to Breonna Taylor. The vast, bright yellow letters proclaim the names of the dead.
The name “TAMIR RICE” is boldly painted in front of five glass boxes. Tamir, a 12-year old boy, was murdered by Cleveland police in 2014. The Billie Holiday Theater has stories to tell in this stunning Black Lives Matter setting.
Inside the glass boxes, five black actors, three men and two women, wait stoically, to read from True Stories of Being a Black Man in America Today, by Gregory S. Parks & Matthew W. Hughey. Each actor recounts a real-life tale of police brutality and even murder, for imagined offenses by Black Americans. The actors are witnesses, but unable to escape their confinement — much like the victims they describe.
A string quartet plays the final notes of a haunting concerto, by versatile violinist Daniel Bernard Roumain, a gesture to a world that might have been. Suddenly, deafening sirens interrupt the ethereal music, putting us on edge — bringing us back to the world of Black America.
First, compelling Marsha Stephanie Blake reads the story of Alex Landau, who was beaten nearly to death by the Denver police — after they illegally searched his car. Wearing a purple Black power T-shirt, Blake methodically recounts Alex’s receiving “45 stitches and a concussion.”
In 2013, Officer Ricky Nixon stood smugly over Alex, laughing, “Where’s that warrant now, you F*****g N*****?” Nixon is still part of the Denver police force. Blake’s raw reading puts that blatant injustice center stage.
In another glass booth, powerful Billy Eugene Jones reads the story of a young man in Ashville, N.C., who tried to use a gift certificate to enter a local club. He and his friends are rudely ordered to leave: “We don’t accept coupons here.” When they are forcibly thrown out, two police officers pounce on him.
The man wakes up bloodied and bruised, his pants torn off after being dragged across cement — genitals fully exposed to a crowd of white observers. He is never told why he was beaten. Jones earnestly begs for an explanation, recruiting us as equally infuriated allies.
Originally published on theatrius.com
