Valley of lights
So I just got back from seeing Laramie [The Laramie Project, for you uninitiated folk]... and at the moment all I can say is wow. Wow to everything - to the Pepperdine production, to all of the actors and tech folk who did this without the help of their director (bloody George -__-), wow to my dear, dear, dear boy for doing such a wonderful job, wow to everyone else for doing such an amazing job; and wow to the events that inspired it all.
Just... my god, how could anyone do such a terrible thing? Christ almighty - they left him there, left that poor boy in the freezing cold, covered in blood and barely conscious... and all he could see was the open sky and the lights of Laramie.
My god.
It was an amazing show. Listening to all those peoples' opinions and knowing they were real opinions... one person said "it made me feel better knowing Matthew Shepard was at least a little to blame for what happened" and all I could do was lean over to Michelle and hiss into her ear "that's like saying a woman is to blame when she's raped." How could people... how? I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand. No wonder Matt's dad said that this show makes him so furious that he's ready to do violence himself. How could people ever hate so much? And it's been going on all throughout history, since the beginning of time. You'd think that instinct (if you can even call it that) would have been bred out of us by now.
So why is my mood "thankful," you might ask? Well... I'm thankful to the administration for letting the department put on this show. I'm thankful to the Tectonic Theatre Department for writing it in the first place and putting it on. Force people to think, to face this reality of the hatred we hold in our hearts for anything that's remotely different... maybe things will change, one day. Maybe I'll even live to see it. And I'm thankful for my dear... I just am. I always am. And I'm so, so, so proud of him.
Definitely a play-going experience I'll remember for a while.
I still have Freud reading to do. Not gonna happen.
I also have laundry to fold. ...........prooobably going to happen. Bleh. Goodnight, all.
Just... my god, how could anyone do such a terrible thing? Christ almighty - they left him there, left that poor boy in the freezing cold, covered in blood and barely conscious... and all he could see was the open sky and the lights of Laramie.
My god.
It was an amazing show. Listening to all those peoples' opinions and knowing they were real opinions... one person said "it made me feel better knowing Matthew Shepard was at least a little to blame for what happened" and all I could do was lean over to Michelle and hiss into her ear "that's like saying a woman is to blame when she's raped." How could people... how? I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand. No wonder Matt's dad said that this show makes him so furious that he's ready to do violence himself. How could people ever hate so much? And it's been going on all throughout history, since the beginning of time. You'd think that instinct (if you can even call it that) would have been bred out of us by now.
So why is my mood "thankful," you might ask? Well... I'm thankful to the administration for letting the department put on this show. I'm thankful to the Tectonic Theatre Department for writing it in the first place and putting it on. Force people to think, to face this reality of the hatred we hold in our hearts for anything that's remotely different... maybe things will change, one day. Maybe I'll even live to see it. And I'm thankful for my dear... I just am. I always am. And I'm so, so, so proud of him.
Definitely a play-going experience I'll remember for a while.
I still have Freud reading to do. Not gonna happen.
I also have laundry to fold. ...........prooobably going to happen. Bleh. Goodnight, all.