Who Is Safe?
So sad and angry this morning at the human suffering and destruction based on so many lies put forth by the administration justifying policies that are clear messages to people of color in this country that they don't want our kind here. Brown people were here long before Manifest Destiny and greed led the US to invade Mexico to take its land. This is not ancient history. The region comprising eight US States went from being Mejico to the United States overnight, within days of the discovery of gold in them thar hills of Alta California.
Aqui estamos y no nos vamos!
Who is safe in a country mobilizing for mass deportations?
Who is safe when we strip gay and transgender folks of basic human rights?
Who is safe in a country with Muslim Registries and White Supremacists and Neo-Nazi's marching in our streets?
Turn to art to recharge.
My one-woman show opens at the SF Fringe Festival this Saturday with a 4 pm show. It’s hard to focus on preparation for my show, with all this hate targeting so many groups: Muslim bans, The Wall, Charlottesville, Transgender Military Ban, DACA y mas y mas y mas. And then a destructive Hurricane with the same spelling as my name wreaking havoc on the heels of the last hurricane that caused so much damage in Texas, my home state. Aargh so much to say so little time.
My play is very much about the destructive nature of prejudice, and the power of redemption. And it asks that each of us check ourselves, and explore the prejudices and attitudes we carry that are hurtful to other people . . . but wait up . . . it's also hella funny. As many laughs as there are serious topics. Each of us can and must do something to make this world a better place. Yes, we fight and demand justice, AND we must have EACH others' back, cannot allow them to divide and conquer us.
The material in my show is always changing, how could I not address the pardon of Joe Arpaio, the blatant racism, homophobia, misogyny, that's coming to full bloom all around us even in great liberal bastions like Berkeley and San Francisco. I'm appalled at what people are saying and doing. I could turn the material I hear and read into a full-day play . . . but it's not, just one little hour. Come see Why Would I Mispronounce My Own Name? Tickets at http://www.sffringe.org/why/
Expecting the weekend shows to sell-out so get your tickets soon.
Come see it at The Exit Theater 156 Eddy St. San Francisco, CA (Powell BART Station):
Saturday 9/9 4 pm Tuesday 9/12 8:30 pm
Thursday 9/14 7 pm
Sunday 9/17 7 pm
ps: most of this on a Facebook post, but since many friends aren't on Social Media (yes, it's true) decided to share also as a blog.