Will 2016, with its over-abundance of sequels on the
horizon, be in a
position to introduce audiences to new characters that might one day
join the ongoing pantheon of franchise players that dominate the
Scott Wilson is a playwright unafraid of the prickly issues of contemporary
life. In Buzzer at the Cincinnati
Playhouse, she tells a story that could be set in Cincinnati’s Over-the-Rhine.
(It’s actually in New York City.)
Watching the Oscars Sunday night was fun
and fanciful because there’s nothing like watching wealthy, accomplished
white people “acting” racially guilty when they’re really quite
comfortable in their homogeneous groupings.
The Nov. 12 resignation of McMicken Arts
and Sciences Dean Ronald Jackson at the University of Cincinnati marks a
sad ending and an even sadder beginning for the university’s battered,
tattered and exposed race relations (whatever that means these days.)
Generalizing to make a point, barring
slave revolts, domestic violence and deadly gun play during drug deals
gone wrong, blacks, historically, haven’t been much for mass public
shooting sprees or for violently acting out in public to instigate what
can only be called “death by cop.”
I’m not saying whites can’t and shouldn’t
keep recording Blues, Hip Hop, Jazz, Gospel or they should quit
appropriating black African influences. Please. Keep it up. Let’s us know we’re alive and that we were here. Just stay in your lane.
If only politicians were cicadas. At least we’d have a longer cycle of silence before the commencement of incessant droning and that annoying buzzing about. The only difference is cicadas, while butt-ugly, die after they mate.
I talked to my kids about Trayvon Martin,
the flaws and intricacies of the American judicial system, about racial
profiling and about how the smallest of bad choices can keep them from
coming home at the end of the day.