I did not just READ this play. I actually heard it, absorbed every word, and was moved by the characters anger, pain, delusion and - yes - sense of helplessness. As an African American man who was born in the North and has lived in the South (and in California), every line of dialogue in this play carried the unbearable sting of recognition. At times, I felt like an interloper, privy to the private conversations and asides of those struggling with ugly, tortured beliefs and misconceptions. Mr. Friedman definitely knows his world. Kudos!
I did not just READ this play. I actually heard it, absorbed every word, and was moved by the characters anger, pain, delusion and - yes - sense of helplessness. As an African American man who was born in the North and has lived in the South (and in California), every line of dialogue in this play carried the unbearable sting of recognition. At times, I felt like an interloper, privy to the private conversations and asides of those struggling with ugly, tortured beliefs and misconceptions. Mr. Friedman definitely knows his world. Kudos!