Stellar piece whose incisive humor is as powerful as its wrenching drama. Watching Nia navigate white supremacy as a Black female artist is compelling, horrifying, and fraught. To tell the story with mostly Black bodies is both an effective theatrical tool and a blistering critique of performative allyship. Vaughn-Jones succeeds in examining the multi-headed monster of patriarchal white supremacy by rendering all kinds of flavors of it. The two poems Nia performs are absolutely exquisite and the final scene between her and Topher is a masterfully-executed argument that indicts Topher and his...
Stellar piece whose incisive humor is as powerful as its wrenching drama. Watching Nia navigate white supremacy as a Black female artist is compelling, horrifying, and fraught. To tell the story with mostly Black bodies is both an effective theatrical tool and a blistering critique of performative allyship. Vaughn-Jones succeeds in examining the multi-headed monster of patriarchal white supremacy by rendering all kinds of flavors of it. The two poems Nia performs are absolutely exquisite and the final scene between her and Topher is a masterfully-executed argument that indicts Topher and his false allyship without making him a villain.