Diversity Drama in the 2012-2013 Season

I’m coming late to the controversy over the resoundingly white male-written and -directed season announced for the Guthrie next year, in part because I’m tired of hearing myself rehearse the same old indignities at these repetitive insults to women’s artistry and integrity.  Reading the many smart excoriations of Guthrie artistic director Joe Dowling’s defensive protestations about why it’s okay to ignore gender and race in season selection, I’m simply reminded, yet again, of the supreme arrogance of white men like him (not all white men) who are accustomed to seeing and remaking the world in their own image.


I was deeply moved by Polly Carl’s essay, “A Boy in a Man’s Theatre,” on HowlRound (4/28/12), in which she eloquently admitted, “I am compelled to talk some truth about finding yourself ‘other’ in a white man’s world—about the importance of insisting on being seen.”  Describing her reaction to watching a rehearsal of Lisa Kron and Jeanine Tesori’s adaptation of Alison Bechdel’s Fun Home, Carl realized that although the new musical isn’t her “exact” story, “it was my story.”  The power of recognition—of seeing a life that looks like yours on stage—was overwhelming for Carl.  And if I’ve done my math right, Carl is in her 40s.  She’s been feeling invisible for a long time.


Polly Carl, of the Arena Stage and HowlRound

I wish someone like Joe Dowling could imagine what it feels like to go to the theatre or the movies, or turn on the television, and never see yourself represented.  If you’re white and male, and especially if you’re straight, it must go without mention that something that at least looks like your life will be part and parcel of the story told of an evening.  I can’t imagine the privilege of just assuming that the world will look like you, and that if it doesn’t, it’s because affirmative action or some other “self-serving” quota system (as Dowling accused protests over the Guthrie season of being) has allowed the riff-raff of gender, race, ethnic, and sexual difference to sneak in.


Even the conservative Wall Street Journal published an article called “Lots of Guys, Too Few Dolls,” shortly after this year’s Tony Award nominations were announced, in which the reporter—Pia Catton (a woman)—noted that “one is reminded of a sad truth:  While Tony’s are equally bestowed on male and female stars of the stage, there’s a colossal gender gap in the honors given to the men and women who create the shows.”  Catton went on to report that the percentages of plays written and directed by women on Broadway has barely changed over the decades, quoting experts like Susan Jonas, who co-wrote the 2002 New York State Council on the Arts report on the status of women in theatre, and mentioning the recently established Lilly Awards (named after Lillian Hellman), which turn their backs on the Tonys’ snubs by giving their own honors to women working in theatre.


On a much brighter side of this ubiquitous story, this week I received by snail mail the new season announcement from Arena Stage, in D.C., and was reminded that the gender and racial diversity in play and director selection that Dowling considers impossible or beneath him (or both) happens as a matter of course at other U.S. theatres.  In a market bigger than Minneapolis, with subscribers equally as august and long-standing, Arena artistic director Molly Smith regularly programs seasons that include a majority of productions written or directed by women and people of color (and both).


Molly Smith, artistic director at Arena Stage

For 2012-2013, Arena’s eight-play season includes three plays by women, two of which are by women of color:  Pullman Porter Blues, by Cheryl L. West, and The Mountaintop, by Katori Hall, as well as a revival of Metamorphoses, written and directed by Mary Zimmerman.  West’s play will be directed by Lisa Peterson, who, along with colleagues Zimmerman, Jackie Maxwell, Kyle Donnelly, and Smith herself, comprise a roster of five women directors out of the eight productions.  Of the remaining three shows directed by men, two are directed by African Americans (and Tazewell Thompson also wrote the play he’ll direct).  The one show written and directed by a white man is One Night with Janis Joplin, so its content counts as gender diversity, if part of the issue is whose stories are told and whose bodies are seen on stage.


My Fair Lady, directed by Smith at the 2012 Shaw Festival

Good for Molly Smith and her artistic staff and her board, who no doubt ratified her progressive vision.  Smith is directing My Fair Lady at Arena next season, the Lerner and Loewe musical she mounted last summer at the Shaw Festival in Canada.  That production was a terrific, high energy, multi-racial cast production that rivaled her 2010 reimagining of Oklahoma! in its rejuvenated vision of the classic American musical.  Smith takes the American canon—part of Arena’s mandate—and refashions it to speak across identity communities, instead of sequestering it in presumptively white enclaves and preserving it for white people.  That narrow vision—Dowling’s vision—doesn’t reflect or do justice to the complex race, gender, sexuality, ethnic, and class composition of contemporary America.  Dowling’s vision is former presidential candidate Bob Dole’s bridge to the past; Smith’s is a glorious, hopeful representation of a reimagined future.


Playwrights Horizons in New York also deserves a place of pride in this counter-pantheon of progressive American theatres.  For 2012-2013, long-time artistic director Tim Sanford (a white man) offers six productions, new plays all, of which four are written by women (one of whom is African American), and one is a musical adaptation of Far From Heaven (written by Richard Greenberg and directed by Michael Greif), Todd Hayne’s wrenching 2002 film about the wife of a closeted gay man navigating her nuclear family life in the 1950s.  White women direct three of the six productions:  Anne Kauffman directs Lisa D’Amour’s Detroit; Carolyn Cantor directs her frequent collaborator Amy Herzog’s The Great God Pan; and Leigh Silverman directs Tanya Barfield’s The Call.  Sam Gold, who’s proven his sensitivity as a director of women’s work, directs Annie Baker’s The Flick.


Tanya Barfield, whose play The Call is part of Playwrights Horizon's 2012-2013 season

Playwrights’ season teaser brochure also includes a clever “key” to the genres and themes introduced by its six plays.  The guide includes symbols that run alongside each play’s title, indicating whether it addresses “comic relief,” “gaiety” (of the LGBT variety), “parenthood,” “race relations,” “impossible love,” “job inequality,” “prophetic vision,” “skeletons in the closet,” “strange neighbors,” “suburban angst,” or “Mormonism.”  Just reading this key made me laugh; what a witty reminder that any production has something idiosyncratic for everyone and that “universality” never means just one thing.


Smith's production of Oklahoma! at Arena

Arena and Playwrights regularly stage plays written and directed by women and people of color, not to fill a token slot in each season, but because these productions showcase voices that have something to say across communities.  They make visible populations of citizens alongside all the Joe Dowlings who are too blind to see how these so-called minorities/future majorities are remaking our collective world.  Molly Smith’s Oklahoma! is the state we live in now, thank goodness.


Likewise, Emily Mann’s production of Tennessee Williams’s A Streetcar Named Desire, now playing on Broadway with a cast of people of color, shows us something new about ourselves and the canon of American drama.  Mann knew Williams and discussed Streetcar with him.  She researched the French Quarter of the period and articles by theatre historians about other multiracial productions (especially Philip C. Kolin’s essay “Williams in Ebony:  Black and Multi-Racial Productions of A Streetcar Named Desire,” in African American Review, 25.1 [Spring 1991]: 147-181).  Mann found ample justification for casting the Dubois family and Stanley as black, conflicted by the same class differences that propel Williams’s drama when it’s cast with white actors.


Blair Underwood and Nicole Ari Parker in Emily Mann's production of Streetcar Named Desire on Broadway

But critics like Ben Brantley consider this “gimmick” casting, and scoff at Mann and the producers (who also mounted an African American production of Williams’s Cat on a Hot Tin Roof) for fooling around with the American canon in ways they, like Dowling, find self-serving.  These reviews sound reminiscent of Stephen Sondheim’s admonishment last summer that Diane Paulus and Suzan-Lori Parks had gone too far in their adaptation and revision of Porgy and Bess.


Underneath all these criticisms that purport to champion good American drama is a warning to women and people of color that they shouldn’t get too uppity, that they should steer clear of white men’s work and stay barefoot and happy—and invisible and silent—in the ghettos of their “special interest” theatres.


The same blatant discrimination was recently called out at the prestigious Cannes Film Festival, where of the 22 films nominated for the 2012 Palme D’Or prize, none were written or directed by women.  The oversight caused a similar online uproar as the Dowling debacle among the film (and larger) arts community, through which petitions circulated for signatures to protest this blatant exclusion.


Have we gone back to the future?  Is it the 1950s again?  In a political moment in which Republicans and Tea Party-ers threaten to reverse every achievement for women’s reproductive rights garnered since Roe v. Wade; when the same politicians inflame xenophobic anti-immigration sentiments about our southern borders (and when similar anti-immigrant racism roils political waters in Cannes’ France); and when LGBT activists have to celebrate when Obama announces that he’s “evolved” into thinking same-sex marriage is okay after all (gee, thanks, Barack), maybe it’s no surprise that the festival director at Cannes, and Brantley at the Times, and Dowling at the Guthrie think they can discriminate against women and people of color with impunity.


La Barbe, the French feminist group that started the petition protesting Cannes


Let’s not let them get away with it.  Write to Molly Smith at Arena, and Tim Sanford at Playwrights and tell them how pleased you are with their 2012-2013 season announcements.  Write to Dowling at the Guthrie and tell him how disappointed you are that he’s such a Neanderthal.  Sign the petitions circulating protesting the exclusion of women from the prize at Cannes.  And write letters to the Times protesting that white men like Brantley and Charles Isherwood foster a discourse about the arts in which decisions like Dowling’s season are okay and productions like Mann’s Streetcar are dismissed.


Don’t just go to the theatre—respond to it, write about it, protest it, reimagine it.  It’s too important to keep allowing the barbarians to guard the gate.



The Feminist Spectator



7 thoughts on “Diversity Drama in the 2012-2013 Season

  1. Amen, sister! I love your call to action in the key of positivity: write thank you letters to those who are creating and producing the kind of theatre we want to see, and be. Applaud their risk-taking and courage in breaking the mold. Give a piece of our minds to the hand-slappers and “tsk-ers” who speak in the voice of authority bestowed upon them by…who? Theatre is a dialogue and women need to step out of the choir and take our rightful place in the pulpit. Not that there’s anything wrong with the choir…as long as it’s a hand clappin’, foot stompin’ vivid rainbow coalition of raised voices…visible, loud and singing in perfect harmony. But let’s not wait for the invitation to step into the spotlight. It’s ours for the taking.

  2. If interracial casting is considered gimmicky, how will we ever atone for casting women in Shakespeare productions?

  3. Bringing some kind of diverse perspective to arts criticism is also something sorely lacking. Certainly in a town as theatre-loving, diverse and cosmopolitan as Chicago, only one of the primary theatre critics (including oft-cited bloggers) is a woman and none are people of color. I dare say that the percentages are worse in other cities.

  4. I am so pleased to see ARENA and PH acknowledged. We do have to support the theatres that support women. I would like to also give a nod to the Mint which has, as far as I can tell, produced more women than any other theatre that specializes in classics. They have shared so many redicoveries! And are we not tired of the same small canon? A nod might also go to theatres like Halcyon and NewShoe which commission women playwrights to engage with classic plays by women and to create new works. The persistent misapprehension that women did not write before Hellman need correction. There are so many wonderful plays by women, other than Aphra Behn and Hellman (bless them both– and they wrote more than the one play usually produced…). To name a few, in case you’re wondering, and in no particular order: the late Shelagh Delaney (TASTE OF HONEY), Rachel Crothers, Susan Glaspell, Alice Childress, Susanna Centlivre, Joanna Baillie, Sophie Treadwell, Margaret Cavendish, Elizabeth Inchbald, Georgia Douglas Johnson, Frances Sheridan… I would like to see their plays actually produced! Wouldn’t you? It might start at universities, but it would be great if the regionals would wake up their seasons as well!

  5. Brava! Keep up the good work! And for another bit of pleasure and courage, take a look at total theatre artist Eisa Davis’ work — the 2012 winner of the Alpert Award in Theatre: http://www.alpertawards.org/theatre/ The Alpert (a $ 75,000 prize, for playwrights, performance artists generating their own texts, and ‘auteur’ directors) has been given to Suzan-Lori Parks, Lisa D’Amour, Lisa Kron, Naomi Iizuka, Cynthia Hopkins, etc…

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