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The Red Letter Plays

Page 7

by Suzan-Lori Parks


  and there was this car lot down from where we worked and

  we were fearless

  late nights go sneak in those rusted Buicks that hadnt moved in years

  I would sit at the wheel and pretend to drive

  and she would say she felt the wind in her face

  surfing her hand out the window

  then we’d park

  without even moving

  in the full light of the lot

  making love—

  She was my first.

  We was young.

  Times change.

  SCENE 8

  The Hand of Fate

  Night. The back entrance to the Reverends new church.

  Hester comes in with the kids in tow.

  Hester

  Sunday night. He had people in there listening to him this morning. He passed the plate in my name. Not in my name directly. Keeps me secret, cause, well, he has his image. I understand that. Dont want to step on everything hes made for himself. And he still wants me. I can tell. A woman can tell when a man eyes her and he eyed me all right.

  (Rest)

  Yr building this just from talking. Must be saying the right things. Nobodyd ever give me nothing like this for running my mouth. Gonna get me something now. Get something or do something. Fuck you up fuck you up! Hold on, girl, it wont come to that.

  (Rest)

  [I’ll only ask for 5 dollars. 5 dollars a week. That way he cant say no. And hes got a church, so he got 5 dollars. I’ll say I need to buy something for the kids. No. I’ll say I need to—get my hair done. There is this style, curls piled up on the head, I’ll say. Takes hours to do. I need to fix myself up, I’ll say. Need to get my looks back. Need to get my teeth done. Caps, bridges, what they called, fillers, whatever. New teeth, dentures. Dentures. He dont cough up I’ll go straight to Welfare. Maybe.]

  (Rest)

  Jabber comes running around the building.

  He sees Hester and sneaks up on her, touching her arm.

  Jabber

  Yr it.

  Hester

  I aint playing.

  Jabber

  K.

  Hester

  Where you been.

  Jabber

  Out with Miga.

  Hester

  Oh.

  (Rest)

  Jabber

  Mommie?

  Hester

  What.

  Jabber

  Hester

  (Rest)

  Jabber

  I dont like the moon.

  Hester

  I’ll cover it up for you.

  Hester holds her hand up to the sky, hiding the moon from view.

  Jabber

  Whered it go?

  Hester

  Its gone to bed. You too.

  Hester nudges him away from her.

  He curls up with the others.

  Hester

  Hester

  Reverend D. comes outside.

  He carries a large neon cross.

  Hester

  Its Sunday.

  He sees the children.

  Reverend D.

  Oh God.

  Hester

  Its Sunday. —. Yesterday was—Saturday.

  Reverend D.

  Excuse me a minute?

  He props the cross against a wall.

  Hester

  Its Sunday.

  Reverend D.

  I passed the plate and it came back empty.

  Hester

  Oh.

  Reverend D.

  But not to worry: I’ll have some. Tomorrow morning—

  Hester

  I was gonna—get myself fixed up.

  Reverend D.

  —When the bank opens. 100 bucks. Tomorrow morning.

  All for you. You have my word.

  Hester

  I was thinking, you know, in my head, that there was something I can do to stop that hand coming down. Must be something—

  Reverend D.

  I’ll have my lawyer deliver the money. Its better if you dont come back. Its too dangerous. My following are an angry bunch. They dont like the likes of you.

  Hester

  But you do. You like me.

  Reverend D.

  Youd better go.

  Hester

  Why you dont like me? Why you dont like me no more?

  He tries to go back inside. Hester grabs ahold of him.

  Hester

  Dont go.

  Reverend D.

  Take yr hands off me.

  Hester

  Why you dont like me?

  They struggle as he tries to shake her loose.

  Then, in a swift motion, Hester raises her club to strike him.

  He is much stronger than she. He brutally twists her hand.

  She recoils in pain and falls to the ground.

  Jabber, wide awake, watches.

  Reverend D.

  Slut.

  (Rest)

  Dont ever come back here again! Ever! Yll never get nothing from me! Common Slut. Tell on me! Go on! Tell the world! I’ll crush you underfoot.

  He goes inside.

  Hester

  Hester

  Hester

  Jabber

  Mommie.

  Hester

  Hester

  Jabber

  The moon came out again.

  Jabber

  Hester

  Jabber

  (Rest)

  Jabber

  Them bad boys had writing. On our house. Remember the writing they had on our house and you told me to read it and I didnt wanna I said I couldnt but that wasnt really true I could I can read but I didnt wanna.

  Hester

  Hush up now.

  Jabber

  I was reading it but I was only reading it in my head I wasnt reading it with my mouth I was reading it with my mouth but not with my tongue I was reading it only with my lips and I could hear the word outloud but only outloud in my head.

  Hester

  Shhhh.

  Jabber

  I didnt wanna say the word outloud in your head.

  Hester

  Hester

  Jabber

  I didnt wanna say you the word. You wanna know why I didnt wanna say you the word? You wanna know why? Mommie?

  Hester

  Hester

  (Rest)

  Hester

  What.

  Jabber

  It was a bad word.

  Hester

  Hester

  Jabber

  Wanna know what it said? Wanna know what the word said?

  Hester

  What.

  Jabber

  Jabber

  Hester

  What?

  Jabber

  “Slut.”

  Hester

  Go to sleep, Jabber.

  Jabber

  It read “Slut.” “Slut.”

  Hester

  Hush up.

  Jabber

  Whassa “Slut”?

  Hester

  Go sleep.

  Jabber

  You said if I read it youd say what it means. Slut. Whassit mean?

  Hester

  I said I dont wanna hear that word. How slow are you? Slomo.

  Jabber

  Slut.

  Hester

  You need to close yr mouth, Jabber.

  Jabber

  I know what it means. Slut.

  Hester

  (Shut up.)

  Jabber

  Slut.

  Hester

  (I said shut up, now.)

  Jabber

  I know what it means.

  Hester

  (And I said shut up! Shut up.)

  (Rest)

  (Rest)

  Jabber

  Slut. Sorry.

  The word just popped out, a childs joke.

  He covers his mouth, sheepishly. They look at each other.

  Hester


  Jabber

  Hester

  Jabber

  Hester quickly raises her club and hits him once.

  Brutally. He cries out and falls down dead. His cry wakes Bully, Trouble and Beauty. They look on. Hester beats Jabbers body again and again and again. Trouble and Bully back away.

  Beauty stands there watching.

  Jabber is dead and bloody.

  Hester looks up from her deed to see Beauty who runs off.

  Hester stands there alone—wet with her sons blood.

  Grief-stricken, she cradles his body. Her hands wet with blood, she writes an “A” on the ground.

  Hester

  Looks good, Jabber, dont it? Dont it, huh?

  SIXTH CONFESSION: HESTER, LA NEGRITA

  “I Shoulda Had a Hundred-Thousand”

  Hester, La Negrita

  Never shoulda had him.

  Never shoulda had none of em.

  Never was nothing but a pain to me:

  5 Mistakes!

  No, dont say that.

  —nnnnnnnn—

  Kids? Where you gone?

  Never shoulda haddem.

  Me walking around big as a house

  Knocked up and Showing

  and always by myself.

  Men come near me oh yeah but then

  love never sticks longer than a quick minute

  wanna see something last forever watch water boil, you know.

  I never shoulda haddem!

  (Rest)

  She places her hand in the pool of Jabbers blood.

  No:

  I shoulda had a hundred

  a hundred

  I shoulda had a hundred-thousand

  A hundred-thousand a whole army full I shoulda!

  I shoulda.

  One right after the other! Spitting em out with no years in between!

  One after another:

  Tail to head:

  Spitting em out:

  Bad mannered Bad mouthed Bad Bad Bastards!

  A whole army full I shoulda!

  I shoulda

  —nnnnnnn—

  I shoulda

  Hester sits there, crumpled, alone.

  The prison bars come down.

  SCENE 9

  The Prison Door

  All circle around Hester as they speak.

  All

  LOOK AT HER!

  WHO DOES SHE THINK

  SHE IS

  THE ANIMAL

  NO SKILLS

  CEPT ONE

  CANT READ CANT WRITE

  SHE MARRIED?

  WHAT DO YOU THINK?

  SHE OUGHTA BE MARRIED

  SHE AINT MARRIED

  THATS WHY THINGS ARE BAD LIKE THEY ARE

  CAUSE OF

  GIRLS LIKE THAT

  THAT EVER HAPPEN TO ME YOU WOULDNT SEE ME DOING THAT

  YOU WOULDNT SEE THAT HAPPENING TO ME

  WHO THE HELL SHE THINK SHE IS

  AND NOW SHES GOT TO PAY FOR IT

  HAH!

  They spit.

  All

  SHE DONT GOT NO SKILLS

  CEPT ONE

  CANT READ CANT WRITE

  SHE MARRIED?

  WHAT DO YOU THINK?

  JUST PLAIN STUPID IF YOU ASK ME AINT NO SMART

  WOMAN GOT ALL THEM BASTARDS

  AND NOT A PENNY TO HER NAME

  SOMETHINGS GOTTA BE DONE

  CAUSE I’LL BE DAMNED IF SHE GONNA LIVE OFF ME.

  All

  Hester

  All

  Welfare

  Is she in any pain?

  Doctor

  She shouldnt be. She wont be having anymore children.

  Welfare

  No more mistakes.

  Chilli

  Whats that?

  Welfare

  An “A.”

  Amiga Gringa

  An “A.”

  Doctor

  First letter of the alphabet.

  Welfare

  Thats as far as she got.

  Hester holds up her hands—theyre covered with blood.

  She looks up with outstretched arms.

  Hester

  Big hand coming down on me. Big hand coming down on me.

  Big hand coming down on me

  End of Play

  FUCKING A

  An otherworldly tale involving a noble

  Mother, her wayward Son, and others.

  Their troubled beginning, their difficult end.

  19 scenes with songs.

  Production History

  Fucking A was originally produced by DiverseWorks (Loris Bradley, Managing/Performing Arts Director) for Infernal Bridegroom Productions (Jason Nodler, Artistic Director) on February 24, 2000, in Houston, TX. Funding was provided through a Rockefeller MAP Grant. The production was directed by the author. Scenic design was by Kirk Markley, with costume design by Danielle Wilton, lighting design by David Gipson and sound design by Douglas Robertson. Original lyrics and music were by Suzan-Lori Parks, musical direction and arrangement assistance were provided by Anthony Barilla and the music was transcribed by Randall Eng. The cast was as follows:

  Hester Smith

  Tamarie Cooper

  Canary Mary

  Amy Bruce

  The Mayor

  Charlie Scott

  The First Lady

  Amy Dickson

  Butcher

  Andy Nelson

  Monster

  Troy Schulze

  Freedom Fund Lady

  Lisa Marie Singerman

  Scribe

  Cary Winscott

  First Hunter

  Keith Reynolds

  Second Hunter

  Alexander Marchand

  Third Hunter

  Lisa Marie Singerman

  Jailbait

  Daniel Treadway

  Guard

  Cary Winscott

  Waiting Woman #1

  Lisa Marie Singerman

  Waiting Woman #2

  Daniel Treadway

  Freshly Freed Prisoners

  Daniel Treadway, Charlie Scott, Cary Winscott

  Translator

  Cary Winscott

  Characters

  Hester Smith, the Abortionist

  Canary Mary, a friend of Hesters and a kept woman

  The Mayor

  The First Lady, his wife

  Butcher

  Monster

  Freedom Fund Lady

  Scribe

  First Hunter

  Second Hunter

  Third Hunter

  Jailbait

  Guard

  Waiting Woman #1

  Waiting Woman #2

  3 Freshly Freed Prisoners

  Author’s Note

  The play calls for 11 actors with some doubling. The setting should be spare to reflect the poverty of the world of the play.

  The play employs the foreign language of TALK. Translation for TALK may be found on page 223. The production should present a nonaudible simultaneous English translation.

  PART ONE

  SCENE 1

  Hesters front room. Sparely furnished.

  A table, two chairs and a wash bucket. This room functions as the main room of her home. There are two doors.

  One leads out the front. The other leads through her “workroom,” and out the back.

  In a ceremonial altar-like place, two candles are burning.

  Hester walks into the room from the workroom, taking off her blood-spattered apron and hanging it on a hook, lighting another candle at the altar, then sitting at her wash bucket, wearily washing her tools clean. She wears a simple dress with an oddly cut-out square just above her left breast.

  There we can see the large “A” deeply branded into her skin. Bells announce the hour: midnight.

  Hester

  Midnight. Everyone should be in bed. But theyre not. Itd be nice if they was all in bed and not on their way to me. Cept the more they stay in bed the more they get in trouble. Then they gotta come to H
ester for die Abah-nazip. 3 babys killed between the hours of 10 and midnight and at least one more before the nights out if I know whats what. Their troubles yr livlihood, Hester. Hhh. There aint no winning.

  A woman stands in her front doorway.

  Its Canary Mary dressed in a bright yellow dress.

  Canary

  Yr up.

  Hester

  Yr not. Yr the one should be in bed. Unless he dont want you—

  Canary

  He wants me. More than ever. But tonight hes with his wife.

  Hester

  The Bitch.

  Canary

  He says he owes it to the nation to give it one last shot.

  Hester

  May she rot.

  Canary

  Lookie. A present. Lookie—

  Hester

  Howbout some tea?

  Canary

  Howbout some booze. I got a story yll love.

  Hester

  Happy or sad?

  Canary

  Happy. So there we was—

  Hester

  I’d rather hear the sound of clinking coins. 5 coins a week thats our deal. You got money but I always gotta beg.

  Canary

  He gives me clothes, rarely cash.

  (Rest)

  Drink with me. Come on. Things are getting worse between the Mayor and his wife. Lets celebrate.

  Hester

  Cheers.

  They drink.

  Canary

  The wifes at the end of her rope. He hates her. Her days are numbered.

  Hester

  But he loves her money so her money buys her time. The Rich Bitch.

  Canary

  This time its better. He says she makes his stomach churn. Die la-sah Chung-chung? Sah Chung-chung lay schreck, lay frokum, lay woah woah crisp woah-ya.

  Hester

  Rich Girl seh tum woah Chung-chung crisp woah-ya,

  Rich Girl!

  Canary

  Shes not the Rich Girl no more, shes our First Lady. You should give her respect.

 

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