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Play: Inevitable Daughter — Act 3-2

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Inevitable Daughter Act 3-2
An African Blood Siblings Play

Characters: Nigeria, Sister Dallas Ng, Judge Tom, Isiah East in a Mask [as Melville], Mrs. Thompson
Setting: Court (Four Chairs)

(Judge Tom sits across from Melville, Dallas and Nigeria, the last two are seated together)

Judge Tom: Now that we have heard the testimony of 160 witnesses, ranging from the defendant’s and the victim’s family, friends, and community members; the medical and scientific establishment , and we have seen the body parts of the victim, Eddie Puxt, as well as the deceased body of Isiah East, Counsel are there any other witnesses that you would like to call to the stand?
Melville: I would like to call to the stand the Rapist and Murderer herself Nigeria Thompson.
Dallas: As her representation, we decline the invitation.
Melville: I think the people deserve to hear from her.
Dallas: There’s nothing deserving here. She had already confessed. This case is on whether she will get the death penalty or get mercy–a life sentence. To call so many witnesses was unnecessary. The judge alone can decide the punishment and he already understands Nigeria confessed.
Melville: Will she not at least make a personal plea?
Dallas: She has made personal pleas her whole life. You can neither hear nor listen to it. I will put her sentiments to words. I won’t have you further harassing my client. You already showed her, her deceased lover. We invite no further harm.
Melville: Then Judge, I have no further witnesses, let’s see the miracle Dallas outside of her “Community.”
Judge Tom: Dallas, do you have any witnesses?
Dallas: No.
Judge Tom: Then proceed with your closing statements. As stated, I alone will decide whether Nigeria Thompson gets mercy. Why, Dallas, do you propose ‘mercy?’
Dallas: “Self-Determinant People Seek and Develop their own Peace, Possessions and Consciousness.” In the African Blood Siblings, this Truth is accepted by all Members of the Organization. I called it a Truth, as it is not a subjective idea but an objective idea; what’s more though specific to people it is general to nature. For something to be Self-Determinant it must seek and develop its own peace, possessions and consciousness. In the absence of this, that individual is oppressed. Oppression as it were, influences the decision-making of its victim. It is the decisions of an individual which always makes it’s way to trial. Nigeria Thompson, while apparently the decider in the death of both Eddie Puxt and Isiah East, was not making her own decisions when either died. No, Nigeria Thompson is the Inevitable Daughter of Europe’s America, where all of her faculties of decision-making were owned by Europe’s America; therefore if anyone should be on trial for the death of Eddie Puxt or Isiah East, it is the Europeans of America who oppressed Nigeria Thompson so strongly that everything that proceeded in this two-day span came from the actions forced upon her by Europeans. Let us look into her life and see how this is true. Around Puxt Project from where Nigeria Thompson hails, the African Community is not Politically strong enough to receive the subsidies and licenses other groups receive to be Economically potent in its own Neighborhoods. More, the terms of Mrs. Thompson’s welfare demanded that Nigeria Thompson’s employer be of the European establishment, otherwise, the whole family would be homeless. Nigeria Thompson was forced to work for Mr. Puxt; her decision was not self-determined. On the night of the incident, Eddie Puxt, who, by Nigeria’s impression, had as much power over her employment as his Father did, urged Nigeria to escort him back to his office. She was forced insomuch as a refusal had the consequences of unemployment ergo starvation and homelessness. Eddie Puxt proceeded to attempt to rape Nigeria Thompson, which, for the record, if he had, Nigeria would not have any legal recourse in America, Eddie Puxt himself admitted to this. However, escaping this, Nigeria and Eddie hid underneath a table when Eddie’s Father came searching for missing objects in the office. She was forced to cover his mouth as Mr. Puxt admits to having threatened to kill her if he found anything missing and it is within reason to suppose her presence would welcome that threat. Forced to cover Eddie’s mouth, forced to intoxicate herself, forced to hide under a table, forced to be in the office, Eddie died with Nigeria’s hand over his mouth, but not by her own decisions. Later forced to flee, because survival is a necessary part of the human experience, Nigeria shoots a hole into her boyfriend’s head. Again, forced to flee. It is clear then that while my client confessed to killing Eddie Puxt and Isiah East, which is true, the question of liability is not established. If someone forces you to kill someone, should not the enforcer be on trial? And look at who forced her! Self-Determinant people! The Puxt’s are one of the richest families in this city. They are able to seek and develop their own peace, possessions and consciousness, no? This whole trial is an example of their developing their own peace. And yet consider that aspect of this case. A separate people–and Africans and Europeans are separate–are not to be the judges of one another. For when a European kills a European, are Africans made to judge the killers? And what about when a European kills an African, are the Africans made to judge the killer? Now we have an African killing an African, and Europeans are judging our killer. And we also have Africans killing a European and again Europeans are judging our killer. Why is it in every example of this cohabitation, this integration, is the European always the judge? Why are his laws the standard which we must follow? This is an example of our Oppression. This is also an example of how the behavior of Africans are moderated by Europeans. So how is it, if the decisions are European and the moderation is European, that Africans must bare the exclusive consequence? Nigeria Thompson is your Inevitable Daughter; yet as she is an African, this European system has no real authority to judge her! You created her for the dust bin, and now you want to make a ceremony in discarding her. This is an insult. European people should judge European people; African people should judge African people; and there can not be justice when this arrangement is not real. In this situation, I advise the court to recommend mercy. Nigeria Thompson was forced to kill. And whereas two people have died by your forces, no one has died by her own decisions. Mercy, a life-sentence, will allow those lives to mean something, and be the proper response to the oppression of Nigeria Thompson where she would kill her own boyfriend to avoid more of the atrocities Africans had suffered by the hands of Europeans for centuries. She is not self-determining, she is not being judged by her own laws, and the oppression that forced her into this inevitable act remains unchallenged, grant her mercy, life in prison, and good will be done. That is all I have to say.
Judge Tom: Attorney Melville?
Melville: Tom, you are a Black person and some Black person is going to die. It’s not Dallas and if it’s not Nigeria, someone’s still going to die. That’s all I need to say.
Judge Tom: Well those are both compelling closing statements.  After much consideration of the two, I, Judge Tom sentence Nigeria Thompson in connection with the rape and murder of Eddie Puxt to be executed in five days. The courtroom must now be cleared.
(Judge Tom and Melville exit)
(Mrs. Thompson enters)
Mrs. Thompson: My BABY!!!!!!!
Dallas: Nigeria, this is only the first battle.
Nigeria: It seems like the whole war.

(Scene end)

(Somal and Leah block the stage with the black sheet to signify the end of scene)

Play: Inevitable Daughter — Act 2-3

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Inevitable Daughter Act 2-3
An African Blood Siblings Play

Character: Nigeria, Isiah [and 2 offscreen voices]
Setting: Hideout (white sheet on the floor and floral sheet on top)

(Nigeria is on top of and pinning down a wincing Isiah under sheets then rolls off breathing heavily)

Nigeria: That was great!
Isiah: I didn’t want that.
Nigeria: Man up. Men are supposed to like it.
(Nigeria puts on her pants from under the cover)
Isiah: I didn’t want that.
Nigeria: Whatever, it’s done now.
Isiah: How could you?
(Isiah begins to cry)
Nigeria: Man up.
Isiah: I am a man. I didn’t want that. You said we would only cuddle. You said you wouldn’t be suspected. You said we wouldn’t be poor. You said we wouldn’t be caught. You said you love me.
Nigeria: We’re not caught yet.
Isiah: We’re in an abandoned building and the White people, police and volunteer, are searching everywhere. On top of this, you couldn’t listen to me. I said “stop,” I said “no,” you just held me down and–
Nigeria: Man up. You know you liked it.
(Isiah sobs)
Isiah: I love you Nigeria! Why are you putting me through this? Why are you hurting me?
Nigeria: Don’t you ever say I hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.
Isiah: You just did. Don’t you love me?
Nigeria: Of course I do. Why do you keep asking me that?
Isiah: You killed that White boy for trying to do what you just did to me!
Nigeria: No, I denied that White boy for you.
Isiah: You hurt me, Nigeria.
Nigeria: You think I want to be in an abandoned building, blasted all over the news, labeled as a murderer, freezing with my boyfriend who is accusing our night together as another crime?
Isiah: It was a crime. I told you “No!,” you held me down, you hurt me!
(Voices are heard from the background)
Nigeria: Hush up, cry baby. I hear something.
Voice 1 (offscreen): That Nigeria, she’s causing a lot of trouble. Why can’t she surrender? The Whites are beating us left and right.
Voice 2 (offscreen): I hope that they don’t find her. I’m on her side. Someone needs to kill a White boy. I wish I had her courage.
Voice 1 (offscreen): I’m not behind her one bit. If I saw her, I’d collect that reward, no questions asked.
Voice 2 (offscreen): We need more racial solidarity, I think. We’re being dominated and we’re allowing it. You never saw roams of Black folk walking through White neighborhoods asking for their killers.
Voice 1 (offscreen): Well, that’s ’cause their killers all dress in blue.
Voice 2 (offscreen): (Laughing) That’s half true. Some of them dress in plain clothes too!
(The two laugh)
Voice 1 (offscreen): Do you hear that?
Voice 2 (offscreen): The “killers” are here again.
Voice 1 (offscreen): Quiet a bit.
Voice 2 (offscreen): I sure hope that girl is far away.
Nigeria: Do you hear that Isiah?
(Nigeria lightly pushes Isiah)
Nigeria: He must be asleep.
(Nigeria pulls the cover over his head)
Nigeria: Sorry Isiah, you are slowing me down.
(Nigeria fires into the sheets)
(Isiah slumps over)
Voice 1 (offscreen): They are shooting.
Voice 2 (offscreen): For 400 years now! Name me a Black man not dodging bullets and I’ll show you his grave.
(The two laugh)
(Footsteps are heard)
Nigeria: I have to get out of here.
(Nigeria exits right)
Voice 2 (offscreen): They on their way. Act scared.
Voice 1 (offscreen): Who’s acting?
Voice 2 (offscreen): “We wear the mask that grins and lies.” — Paul Laurence Dunbar
Voice 1 (offscreen): Oh that acting!
(The two laugh)
(Isiah’s head turns back up and he pulls down the sheet)
Isiah: I loved you, Nigeria. You killed me, yet I loved you.
(Isiah slumps over again)
Voice 1 (offscreen): You heard the gunshot. You think they shot anyone?
Voice 2 (offscreen): Yes. But I don’t think they think they shot anyone.
(The two laugh)
Voice 1 (offscreen): Why are we laughing at that?
Voice 2 (offscreen): “We wear the mask that grins and lies.”
Voice 1 (offscreen): “We wear the mask that grins and lies.”

(Scene end)

(Mrs. Thompson and Judge Tom block the stage with the black sheet to signify a scene change)

Play: Inevitable Daughter — Act 2-2

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Inevitable Daughter Act 2-2
An African Blood Siblings Play

Characters: Nigeria, Judge Tom in a Mask [as Mr. Puxt], Leah Thompson in a Mask [as Jane], Mrs. Thompson in a Mask [as Kate]
Setting: Office (Table under a black cloth with one chair)

(Nigeria sits at her Office table)
(Mr. Puxt and Kate enter from left)

Kate: Yuck. It smells horribly in here.
Mr. Puxt: I can’t imagine the odors where this Black girl lives if she can just sit here uncaring. To me, it smells like someone died in here. It’s so awful. Nigeria, can’t you take out the trash?
Nigeria: Yes sir.
(Nigeria slowly walks toward the right of the stage)
Mr. Puxt: Well do it. I’m telling you, Kate, she’s the dumbest woman you’ll meet. Maybe she’s smart for a Black girl. But I find her to be incredibly stupid.
Kate: I wouldn’t know. Blacks sometimes play dumb, but there’s no telling how much more intelligent they are than their act. But we can’t have her working right now, Jane, our lead suspect in your son’s disappearance, is waiting outside and I need to ask the girl some questions.
Mr. Puxt: Nigeria, wait a moment.
Nigeria: Yes sir.
Mr. Puxt: You remember Kate, my Private Investigator?
Nigeria: Yes sir.
Mr. Puxt: Well, I don’t know if I should be telling you this–
Kate: She’s dumb and innocent, there’s no harm in telling her.
Mr. Puxt: We found a Ransom note and from what you told us we suspect Jane is behind my son’s kidnapping.
Nigeria: Kidnapping, sir? Isn’t he supposed to be on vacation?
Mr. Puxt: Good memory, Nigeria. But while he is supposed to be gone, his phone is off and the airport called to say he never claimed his seat. Plus this ransom note suggests he was kidnapped.
Nigeria: May I ask who signed it?
Mr. Puxt: This ransom note doesn’t concern you. And we don’t have the time. Jane is outside right now. I only want you to answer some questions Kate asks you, so we can question Jane. I’m looking to find my Son soon, you see.
Nigeria: Yes sir.
Kate: Hello, Nigeria. Tell me when was the last time you saw Mr. Puxt’s Son.
Nigeria: We were at a Cafe, Ma’am.
Kate: Where?
Nigeria: Out by Puxt Projects.
Kate: And why was that?
Nigeria: He wanted to empower my neighborhood.
Kate: Why?
Nigeria: He and Jane were talking about Black Power.
Kate: I hate when Whites are confused. What do you think about Black Power?
Nigeria: It ain’t possible, Ma’am. We not as bright as you all.
Kate: No you’re not. Well, what did you do after the restaurant?
Nigeria: I went home. I didn’t hear from either Miss Jane or Mister Eddie afterward.
Kate: And you are sure that this is how events happened?
Nigeria: Yes, Ma’am.
Kate: You may return to work.
Nigeria: Thank you, Ma’am.
Mr. Puxt: So what do you think?
Kate: I think Jane had something to do with this. Though it hardly makes sense. The ransom note appears to have been written with the left-hand and signed “African Blood Siblings,” even though the African Blood Siblings isn’t about White funding or masking its activity. My question is why would Jane frame that Black Organization?
Mr. Puxt: Black Organizations are notoriously underfunded. Maybe the African Blood Siblings finally understood Black Folk don’t care to finance their own liberation or underwrite their future and maybe they understand that the White Race is perfectly willing to underwrite White children. Kidnapping is well within the reality of exploiting our weakness of supporting our own, something absent among Blacks.
Kate: I don’t know. Something doesn’t add up. I’ll go get Jane.
(Kate goes left then returns with Jane)
Jane: What’s the meaning of this, having me wait outside, whatcha bothering me for?
Kate: Don’t play innocent, Negrophile. Where in the world is Eddie?
Jane: That’s what I want to ask you. He’s not answering his phone and I’m sure you all have something to do with it.
Kate: Don’t do this, kid. We know all about you.
Jane: Oh do you?
Kate: When was the last time you saw Eddie?
Jane: A week, two? What’s it to you?
Kate: Yeah two weeks, you hear that Mr. Puxt?
Mr. Puxt: I hear it, Kate.
Jane: Come on, what’s your game here?
Kate: Explain this note.
(Kate shows Jane the ransom note)
Jane: Is this a joke? How dare you frame the “African Blood Siblings!”
Kate: I have half a mind to throw you under the jail.
Jane: Something’s smelly and it’s not just this room.
Mr. Puxt: Nigeria, don’t just stand around, take out the trash.
Nigeria: Yes sir.
Jane: Cousin! You hear this nonsense?
Nigeria: Yes Ma’am.
Kate: Nigeria come here.
Nigeria: Yes Ma’am.
Kate: Was Jane with Eddie and you, yesterday?
Nigeria: Yes Ma’am.
Kate: Mr. Puxt, did Jane just tell us she hasn’t seen Eddie in a week or two?
Mr. Puxt: She sure did.
Kate: Jane, do you have an explanation?
Jane: Well–
Kate: And Nigeria, didn’t Jane leave the restaurant with Eddie making her the last person you saw Eddie with?
Nigeria: Yes Ma’am.
Jane: Now wait a minute! Nigeria, what are they making you say?
Kate: Don’t talk to the help.
Jane: Cousin, what’s going on here? You can tell me. What’s going on?
Mr. Puxt: Nigeria, take out the trash. Don’t entertain the dramatics of this Negrophile.
Jane: Cousin, these men are framing a Black Power organization. You can’t let them do this. They’ll kill innocent Black people. Tell them the truth.
Kate: She has. I think we heard enough from you, Jane. Wait outside, I need to speak with Mr. Puxt.
Jane: Nigeria . . . your Race is being framed and you’re just sitting there.
(Kate escorts Jane outside and returns)
Kate: Mr. Puxt, we only need to prepare a confession. The obvious kidnapper is Jane.
Mr. Puxt: It’s very obvious. Her lies were glaring. Though . . .
Kate: Yeah, we might have to make her an offer. I don’t get the impression that she will talk without money being involved.
Mr. Puxt: $200,000 is nothing compared to the value of my Son. I’m surprised Jane didn’t know that.
Kate: $200,000 is Negro Money. That’s why I’m sure the African Blood Siblings is involved, though this tactic of kidnapping is unorthodox. Only a Negro would ask for Negro money.
Mr. Puxt: Nigeria, why is the garbage still here?
Nigeria: It’s very heavy Sir.
Mr. Puxt: You haven’t opened the door.
Nigeria: I will Sir.
Mr. Puxt: You will now.
Nigeria: Yes sir.
Mr. Puxt: Now, Nigeria!
Kate: I’ll assist her.
Nigeria: No need, Ma’am.
Kate: Don’t you ever tell me what to do Black girl.
Nigeria: Yes Ma’am. It’s just I can handle this.
(Kate walks to the right of Nigeria)
(The noise of a door opening sounds)
Kate: Mr. Puxt?
Mr. Puxt: Yes.
Kate: What do you bring into this office, exactly?
Mr. Puxt: Why do you ask?
Kate: There’s a large pool of blood on the floor–in fact–well what do you know?  I think we found Eddie.
Mr. Puxt: Eddie?!?
Kate: This is no good.
Mr. Puxt: Nigeria, get Jane in here immediately, she can’t go anywhere.
Nigeria: Yes, sir.
(Nigeria runs to the left and sends Jane in)
Jane: What now? Nigeria said she’s going to get the Polce.  She’s in a real hurry.  This will be your last mistake.
Mr. Puxt: I hope she does get the Police. Look at what you’ve done.
(Jane screams)
Kate: It all makes sense now.  Nigeria is not getting the Police. We’ve all been fooled. Nigeria killed Eddie.

(Scene ends)

(Mrs. Thompson and Judge Tom block the stage with the black sheet to signify a scene change)

Play: Inevitable Daughter — Act 2-1

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Inevitable Daughter Act 2-1
An African Blood Siblings Play

Characters: Nigeria, Isiah
Setting: Isiah’s House (no table, two chairs)

(Scene opens with Isiah seated then walking to the left as if answering a door)

Isiah: Who is it?
Nigeria: Nigeria.
Isiah: Who is Nigeria?
Nigeria: Open this door!
Isiah: Oh you!
(Nigeria walks in and sits on a chair)
Nigeria: Whatcha mean, “Oh you?” That’s no way to talk to your woman.
Isiah: My woman? My woman?!? My woman?!? So today never happened?
Nigeria: What are you talking about?
Isiah: What am I talking about? You going to stand here and tell me you were not sittin’ in the cafe with some White man?
Nigeria: Man, you trippin’.
Isiah: No, you trippin’! How you gonna play me like that?
Nigeria: Ain’t nobody playin’ you, I was at work.
Isiah: Work? You think I’m stupid? You goin’ sit down there with Mister and Misses Cornbread, and when I walk by, you can’t even say “Hi.”
Nigeria: I said “Hi.”
Isiah: Yeah, “grunt grunt” is “Hi.” I can’t believe you’d come to my neighborhood with a White man and let all of our friends see as you got Mister Mister ordering drinks for everyone and they mama like some big shot. That ain’t right. I have half a mind to –
(Nigeria stands)
Nigeria: Half a mind to what?
Isiah: Who you standing up to?
Nigeria: I love you man, what’s all this?
Isiah: That’s why you out with a White man?
Nigeria: I told you, I was at work. I was thinking of you all day. Don’t you love me?
Isiah: I’ll think about that. I can’t believe you.
Nigeria: Don’t say all that.
(Nigeria tries to kiss him but he resists)
Isiah: Na, you can’t be doing that. You can’t be saying that you love me, then playing me once you find some White man to eat lunch with.
Nigeria: It ain’t like that, come kiss me.
Isiah: I actually think you should leave.
Nigeria: Don’t say that.
Isiah: No, get out, I don’t ever want to see you again.
(Isiah points to the door)
(Nigeria takes a handful of money out)
Nigeria: Then I guess you don’t want any of this.
Isiah: But there’s a really good chair over there, love of my life, sweet object of my affection, wonderful, wonderful Nigeria.
Nigeria: Come kiss me you big lug.
Isiah: I thought you’d never ask.
(Nigeria and Isiah kiss)
Nigeria: Come sit down.
Isiah: Yes, my sweet.
Nigeria: Don’t over play it.
Isiah: Ok.
(Isiah sits patiently as Nigeria admires him)
Isiah: So how much is it?
Nigeria: I don’t know.
Isiah: You didn’t count it?
Nigeria: No.
Isiah: Where did you get it from?
Nigeria: Wouldn’t you like to know?
Isiah: Can I count it?
Nigeria: Sure, count it in my hands.
(Isiah counts the money)
Isiah: Where did you get $ 4,900?!?
Nigeria: I gets money.
Isiah: Where do you work?
Nigeria: Over at Puxt’s.
Isiah: Oh yeah, Puxt has a lot of money. You ain’t do nothing funny for this money?
Nigeria: How dare you?!?
Isiah: I’m just saying, I ain’t never heard of no one making $4,900 from one day of work without doing something funny. Though I’m sure Mr. Puxt makes a lot more. Dang, my woman knows how to work.
Nigeria: Better believe. Kiss me.
Isiah: With pleasure!
(Nigeria and Isiah kiss passionately)
Nigeria: I need you now.
Isiah: You sure is rich.
Nigeria: I really need you.
Isiah: Them folk down there really rich. Remember about four years ago when there was that whole ruckus down there?
Nigeria: I have no idea what you are talking about.
Isiah: You remember, there was that kidnapping and those guys demanded $100,000 for a White woman? You remember? They demanded $100,000 be left in a Park and they made out with the money but returned the girl. Remember? They got caught, yeah, but for a few days they were the richest Black men in the city. Whatcha dazin’ out for, you paying attention?
Nigeria: Yeah.
Isiah: Then what did I say.
Nigeria: Isiah, I need a man right now.
Isiah: Nigeria, you never listen to me.
Nigeria: Hear me out. I need a real man right now.
Isiah: I’m about as Man as they come. Nigeria, I can provide for all your needs, and then some.
Nigeria: Take a seat, I have something to tell you.
(They sit down)
Isiah: This money is funny, huh?
Nigeria: I’m you’re woman, right?
Isiah: Of course.
Nigeria: Do you trust me?
Isiah: Of course. Do you trust me?
Nigeria: No doubt.
Isiah: Ok, how did you get that money?
Nigeria: It’s my pay. But let me ask you, do you want some money?
Isiah: Yes!!!
Nigeria: Look man, I want to be as honest as possible, my boss tried to rape me!
Isiah: WHAT!?! I want to kill him. Let me at him!
Nigeria: I’m glad you say that.
Isiah: I’m a real man. Of course I’mma kill someone who tries to rape my woman! He didn’t right?
Nigeria: No, he didn’t, but he tried to. And now I don’t feel safe going to work.
Isiah: I wouldn’t either. But he won’t soon enough.
Nigeria: No he won’t.
Isiah: You tell me where he is. I can’t believe that man.
Nigeria: Yeah, whatcha say about us kidnapping him and getting some money for it? $200,000: $100,000 each.
Isiah: I like the sound of that. We don’t even have to split the money. You’re my woman for life. I can’t believe that punk would attack my woman. I’m there in a heartbeat.
Nigeria: Ok let’s write the ransom note.
Isiah: You don’t have to tell me twice. We gonna write it up right now.
Nigeria: Yeah, I think I know who to blame it on too?
Isiah: Who?
Nigeria: The African Blood Siblings.
Isiah: Who?
Nigeria: His girlfriend talks about them.
Isiah: He tried to rape you and he has a girlfriend?
Nigeria: He told me 400 years of Oppression should make me little wonder.
Isiah: That’s true. He told you that, though?
Nigeria: I’m as confused as you.
Isiah: Sounds like scum. I want to kill him right now.
Nigeria: Good, I’ll write the ransom note.
Isiah: Yeah, I’mma call my boys, we gonna kidnap that stupid White boy and get him.
Nigeria: Keep that energy!
Isiah: You so down. That’s why I love you.
Nigeria: Great.
(Isiah and Nigeria kiss)
Isiah: Really, nothing you can say now can make me stop loving you.
Nigeria: Isiah, the White boy is dead.
Isiah: Say what now?
Nigeria: I killed him.
Isiah: Hhhuuuuhhhh?
Nigeria: We gotta get rid of the body.
Isiah: We?!?
Nigeria: Oh yeah, you a real man.
Isiah: Let’s hold on a second–why did you kill the man?
Nigeria: Weren’t you just down to kill him?
Isiah: That’s what I said–but you killed a White man?
Nigeria: He tried to rape me, remember?
Isiah: Sweety, woah, no, you should not have done that!
Nigeria: Well, it’s done. Ain’t you going to help your woman, man?
Isiah: I — I — I . . ..
Nigeria: Ok, forget it. I’ll just go out there by myself.
(Nigeria stands)
Isiah: Nigeria, you shouldn’t have done it.
Nigeria: Bye, Isiah.
(Nigeria motions to the door)
(Isiah stands)
Isiah: Wait.
Nigeria: Yes?
Isiah: I don’t feel right about this.
Nigeria: I noticed. Take care.
Isiah: But, I love you Nigeria. So I’m going to help.
Nigeria: That’s what I wanted to hear.
Isiah: But I am only doing this because I love you.
Nigeria: I love you too. Now, I’mma work out the details, they won’t discover us, they won’t even suspect us, I’mma sit in the office like nothing is wrong, and they won’t even know that I did it. Just show up tomorrow night and help me take out the body.
Isiah: Yes, Ma’am.
Nigeria: Silly. Just show up tomorrow night. I’m going to deliver the ransom note at work. There’s a secret entrance into the building. If we go in that way and go out that way no one will know we were there.
Isiah: Yes, Ma’am.
Nigeria: Man, man up! We are going to be rich.
Isiah: Yes, Ma’am.
Nigeria: I love you, Isiah.
Isiah: Do you?
Nigeria: Man up!
Isiah: I’m sorry. This is a lot. I need a drink.
Nigeria: Here. $4,500. Buy yourself something and put it somewhere safe.
Isiah: Yes, Ma’am.
Nigeria: I love you.
Isiah: I love you, too.
(Nigeria kisses Isiah on the head)
Nigeria: Don’t worry, we won’t get caught. I can promise you that.
Isiah: I hope that you are right.

(Nigeria exits)
(Isiah sits down)

Isiah: I’m a man, aren’t I? What kind of man doesn’t protect his woman? I love her. I love her, don’t I?

(Scene ends)

(Isiah and Somal block the stage with a white sheet up to signify a scene change)

“How ‘Bigger’ was Born” By Richard Wright

Listen Seeker, I come in peace,

“To give you an idea of how completely these “leaders” worked with those who oppressed, I can tell you that I lived the first seventeen years of my life in the South without so much as hearing of or seeing one act of rebellion from any Negro, save the Bigger Thomases.” — Richard Wright

David Bradley wrote, “[Malcolm X] became a new embodiment of the iconic ‘Angry Negro,’ replacing Bigger Thomas, the inarticulate, imbecilic murderer/rapist of the best-selling novel Native Son.”  I asked Sister Dallas about Richard Wright’s novel.  She recommended it.  I read it.  In pursuit of our self-determination, I intend to devote March 2013 to a 9-part emulative retelling.

Sister Dallas had already referenced the novel and the following essay in her outstanding article “Bigger than the ‘Central Park 7′” where she showed how the treatment of African youth following the 1989 rape of a White woman mirrored the 1940s treatment of African youth in America.  In 1989, innumerable innocent teenagers were rounded up by the police then forced to confess to the crime a White man committed.  As Richard Wright points out, U.S. Supreme Court Justice Hugo L. Black already gave the world the account of how Police handle African youth.  In Chambers V. Florida (1940) we read,

“the drag net methods of arrest on suspicion without warrant, and the protracted questioning and cross questioning of these ignorant young colored tenant farmers by State officers and other white citizens, in a fourth floor jail room, where as prisoners they were without friends, advisers or counselors, and under circumstances calculated to break the strongest nerves and the stoutest resistance.”

Despite the “Supreme Court,” the injustice of the “Justice System” persists nearly three-quarters of a century later, where African youth today are pipelined from Public Schools to Prisons, forced into plea bargains, false confessions and court appearances daily.  The local judges and lawyers turn a profit legally enslaving another generation of African men; and African leadership, aside from the African Blood Siblings, not only remains silent on the pitiful scheme, but never amasses Power against it.

Power is accumulated locally from the determination of an intelligent team of Seekers and Developers.  This involves diligent readership becoming intelligent leadership.  Enjoy next month’s play, and consider how you will help the African Blood Siblings.  Donations are a good start.  Subscribe, share, love.

How “Bigger” was Born
By Richard Wright

I AM NOT so pretentious as to imagine that it is possible for me to account completely for my own book, Native Son. But I am going to try to account for as much of it as I can, the sources of it, the material that went into it, and my own years’ long changing attitude toward that material.

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