Achieving the “American Dream”, only to hide inside their home. Like a bird in a cage.
Don’t let the English language, define how you perceive the world. Learn how to think for yourself. So that you can create the world, in your own image.
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At the early age of five, I would sit by the television. And watch the Courtship of Eddies Father, Father Knows Best, Leave it to Beaver, and dream of what it would be like to have a father to teach me about life. I would envy these kids. Not realizing that their experiences, had nothing to do with reality. My relationship with my father, was different than theirs. I began to compare those differences. Mr. Cleaver was a very hard working individual. My dad worked hard too. Mr. Cleaver would sip his martini, the same way my Father did.
The Beave thought the world of his father, and so did I. It would seem like the world revolved around his father. Just like my father. I mean people were knocking on my fathers door, all day and all night. There was only one difference, between Mr. Cleaver and my dad. Mr. Cleaver, left home in the morning to go to the office. And came home for dinner, after a hard day work. My father left home in the morning, to go hustle on the corner. And never came back. I would visit my father on Christmas holidays, in hopes that we could spend some time together. I had only two weeks, to try to form a relationship, with a man, I knew nothing about.
Pimp hats, processed hair, platform shoes, coup deville Cadillacs, silk shirts, snake skin boots, alligator shoes, tailor made pin stripe suits, the best that money can buy. Drugs being weighed, brown powder being put, in multicolored balloons, red, blue, green and yellow. My father had millions of dollars. That he stacked in piles, that he would lay across his dinning room table. Going from one end, to the other. Every day, the piles would just get higher, and higher, and higher!
I want to take you higher, oh!
I got to take you higher, oh!
Baby, baby, baby, light my fire, Oh!
Boom, laka, laka, laka!
Boom, laka, laka, laka!
The play that questioned the evidence, against the “Central Park Five”, and enraged the nation. And guess what, we were right. Young black youth are assumed guilty. They were freed for lack of evidence. And there is now a major film series coming to Netflix about the case called, “When They See Us”. Trump and the naysayers, do you hear that? That’s the mic dropping.
You know that controversy sells, when your told by the major news outlets, that performance art is not theatre. And then you end up on the cover of the internationally acclaimed “Theatre Journal “. One of the most authoritative, and useful publications of theatre studies available today.”
At the time,The Hittite Empire , were being compared to The Last Poets. It was our aim, to affect change in a positive way, and expose multiculturalism, as another form of tokenism. But this time around, we were fighting for artist of color, nationally to be paid, and not just counted. And then get the hell out of the business. Unfortunately, fame, notoriety, and money, for some, hastened that exit, and got in the way of the work.