Part 1: Invisible
Visibility
“I am an invisible man. No I am not a spook like those who
haunted Edgar Allen Poe: Nor am I one of your Hollywood movie ectoplasms. I am
a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids—and I might even be
said to possess a mind. I am invisible, simply because people refuse to see
me.”
—Ralph
Ellison, Invisible Man
The first night in Chicago we saw a
world premiere performance of Invisible
Man at the Court Theatre. It was adapted from Ralph Ellison’s novel by Oren
Jacoby. Jacoby stuck to all the original text, following the story closely,
only cutting down the novel, carving the text into a performable script. In the
talkback session afterwards Jacoby stated that once he started trusting the
novel, he did not feel the need to add any of his own words. I was fortunate to
have studied Invisible Man in my
Reading Race and Gender class this past fall semester, giving me more insight
into the story.
It follows the life of a nameless
African American protagonist who moves from the south to New York City in
search for a job. Along the way he is used by various employers—all of them white.
Throughout the story he is searching, searching for truth, for purpose, for who
he is. A gifted speaker, the protagonist becomes a spokesman for the
Brotherhood, a representation of the Communist party. Veering from their
manifesto, he speaks on issues of race in Harlem. In the end he is forced
underground, an invisible man fighting the racism and corruption of society
from the shadows. He is forced to be who the powerful of society dictates him
to be. Invisible.
The set was cleverly made up of
moveable scrim backdrops which videos or pictures were projected on throughout
the performance, bringing the settings to life, creating the world which the
protagonist was subject to. There was a fantastic fluidity of set pieces which
worked in with the staging of the actors propelled the story forward. The
lighting of the play was my favorite element. The story opens on the unnamed
invisible man who lives in a hole, lit up by a ceiling of over 500 light bulbs.
Although he hides in the dark, he loves the light. His silent protest is
stealing electricity from the city.
Invisible Man struggles with the
question of identity. How does one find their identity in a country which is
forcing them to assimilate? A world that is hiding them away in separate areas
based on color of skin? While in Chicago we took a tour through some of the
‘invisible’ communities of the city. Communities of lower socioeconomic status,
communities which were run down and broken. Chicago is still a highly
segregated city with different cultural groups keeping strictly to their own
neighborhoods.
Teacher John Lin in an article from
Independent School, talks about his
struggle with his Asian American identity and how the stereotypes of American
society moved him to disconnect with his cultural heritage:
“I wanted freedom, not destruction. It was exhausting,
for no matter what the scheme I conceived, there was a constant flaw—myself. There
was no getting around it. I could no more escape than I could think of my
identity. Perhaps, I thought, the two things are involved with each
other. When I discover who I am, I'll be free.”
This is the same struggle that the protagonist of Invisible
Man deals with. He is fighting to find his place in society while trying to
find himself. He changes who he is to fit in which results in loss of identity.
He has to go underground to be able to find his true identity. But this begs
the question, how do we go on then? How can we find identity within society if
society dictates that we should not have it? How do make the invisible visible?
How do we become free?
Part 2: To Thine Own Self Be True
“I wish I could cry like that. But I can’t; I can’t let it
get to me. If I let it get to me…How could I do my job? I couldn’t. I’d want to
take away the guns and rescue the children. But I can’t. That’s not why I’m
there. I’m there to take the pictures.”
—Donald
Margulies, Time Stands Still
The second
night in Chicago we went to the Steppenwolf Theatre to see Time Stands Still, which we read in class previous to the trip. It
follows the story couple, Sarah and James, after a nearly fatal accident forces
Sarah to return home to the psychologically traumatized James. They are war
reporters, Sarah takes the pictures and James writes the articles. Both have
seen violence and horror which most other Americans could hardly imagine. Their
opposite reactions to their good friend Richard getting married and having a
child with his younger girlfriend Mandy, set them off on new paths in life.
James, now longs for the comfort and stability of settling down and tries to
find a new identity at home in America. Sarah is not able to let go of her
past, struggles with domestic life and yearns to return overseas. She clings to
her pictures and they become who she is. Time stands still in the photos, a
pocket of time which she can control with her camera.
Although
the actress’ characterization of Sarah was different from what I imagined while
reading the play, watching the transformation from script to stage brought new
emotion and power to the story. The characters struggle with finding themselves
within and with each other. It takes a more personal look at the question of
identity. It is not only society as a whole who is trying to define you, but
also your more immediate environment—family, friends and lovers.
We spoke to
David Zak, director, educator, activist and member of the LGBTQ community. As
part of a community constantly degraded and judged by others, David talked
about how it was important to create safe spaces where you can be yourself.
This brought up the question of who then is going to make the change? How can
the ideas of acceptance and tolerance be spread if different communities simply
stick to their own neighborhoods? And even in your own homes, people change,
times change. How does one become confident in identity? Or is identity, like
life, in a constant state of flux?
Part 3: Tales and Tolerance
“Tolerance is not a product of politics, religion or
culture. Liberals and conservatives, evangelicals and atheists, whites,
Latinos, Asians, and blacks . . . are equally capable of tolerance and
intolerance. . . . tolerance has much less to do with our opinions than with
what we feel and how we live.”
—Sarah
Bullard, Teaching Tolerance
Our last
night in Chicago we went to see Home/Land
which was written and performed by the Albany Park Theater Project. Written in
documentary theater style and based on real life interviews, the company of
teenagers put together a beautiful collage of tales from immigrants in the US.
Focusing on immigration issues and assimilation issues, many of the characters
in the play struggled to find their place as an American without losing their
cultural heritage. I watched as the actors portrayed people who made up false
identities to get into the US, or people who changed their identities to fit
into their new neighborhoods. Yet I also saw people who were holding on. I saw
people who were protecting themselves, but also fighting for their rights to be
not just an ‘American’, not just a ‘Mexican American’. They were fighting to be
a free person with their own identity.
It is
important to express who you are. The high schoolers in the Albany Park Theater
Project have the opportunity to do so on the stage. The kids at Little Black
Pearl, a school we visited, got to through art and music. The young adults who
create “Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind” share their stories through
creative writing and performance. One idea that I will take away from this trip
is that identity cannot come from a single element. It has to move in tandem
with your life, ever changing as you change, as your environment changes.
Theater is a fantastic medium in which to document these questions of
identities which boil down to questions of acceptance. How can we make our
world a more accepting place so that people can embrace who they truly are
without fear of judgment or reproach?
The writers, directors, actors and all members of the cast and crews of
the plays we saw in Chicago are on the right track—the track of tolerance.
Works Cited
Bullard, Sarah. Teaching Tolerance. New York: Doubleday,
1996. Print.
Lin, John C. “Finding
my Asian Identity with help from Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man”. Independent
School 70.2: 34-38. Web. 25 Jan 2012.