Slowly and unsurely, I see some of us opening our eyes (I see you Longshoreman), as we remember 'what side we are on' in this fight against ever widening economic disparity, austerity, job insecurity and lost benefits. Many of you mourn the loss of 'work hard and get yours.' And mourning is important, but the funeral officially ended about thirty years ago. We've eaten all the food at the reception and have overstayed our welcome and now we’re just drunk and singing sad show tunes at the widow's piano. Does anyone really only work 40-hours a week anymore?
And what the heck am I doing? I'm working on this show (way more than 40 hours a week by the way). This show could be good for you, Brothers and Sisters. Those of us who have become a little politically lax–and maybe for good reason! Who wouldn’t be exhausted after we’ve spent our strength fighting each other for the crumbs of an ever-shrinking slice of pie (pumpkin).
Mixed-Race Mixtape may not sound like it's for you, but it is in so many ways: Although we are told otherwise, arts are vital to our economic health and its workers deserve a living wage, too. Although we are trained otherwise, speaking out about disenfranchisement energizes us, and those around us, to stand up for what’s right. And although they hope we forget, it reminds us that money–who has it and who could have it if they just “worked hard enough”–is becoming the most effective divide and conquer strategy in recent memory.
I’m in love with this show and with you, dear Union Brothers and Sisters. And I think Mixed-Race Mixtape can make your heart flutter and your cheeks flush. I think it could be love and so I'm asking for your donation. Surely, our hard-earned money can go many places (like dues and taxes), but I think we all need a night out at the theatre to remind us why we joined together in the first place.
One Struggle. One Fight.