It’s born of the belief that only by bringing us all into the same place and hearing the truth if we can speak it, can we heal.
I thought, if I can find a way to bring that essential grace to the third act of my play, I might be able to write my way to something like hope in these dark times. We don’t offer judgement at the end so much as the mystery of mercy, born of the act of listening and recognition.
Athens in her ancient glory may have fallen, as her playwrights and poets always warned she might, but the scent of her lingers all these centuries hence with the handful of plays we are still marveling at.
The world has kept some of that beauty and the memory of her best dreams.
I came to a dead stop and could see no way forward, not only in the play but in my life.
While commiserating with a friend who works in human rights, mostly in Africa, I said, “This is not the first time people have felt this way.
He told me to trust my instincts and to feel free to step as far from the source material as I needed in order to make a new version of these ancient plays for our times.
The only thing he stipulated was that the three plays be turned into one unified arc of action that could be performed in one night by a single cast.
Indeed, is about how a people moves on after having seen the worst human beings are capable of—what do we do once we have become morally unrecognizable?
People in the past have sometimes recovered the best of human nature, even when they thought it had been lost forever.