I wrote an opinion piece in the Australian. I was invited, so I thought 'why not?'
I'm glad to have set the record straight as far as my issue with loss of voice. It won't change a lot of minds. It's purpose was to clarify, not to persuade.
Having taught on institutional racism, I know won't get anywhere with companies that are more interested in the bottom line and being seen as 'politically correct' than they are in making sure they are ethically and morally correct.
It was a hard lesson to learn. I wipe the dust from my feet - and move on.
So here's to the next play.
I refuse to stay bitter. Here's a monologue from my second play, DOWN, that I'm trying to live out this week.
"We ran for our lives. From men with guns. We found our father the next day amongst the ashes of our village and watched our mother wail, holding his charred body. Weeks later, in the first of many refugee camps, she insisted we forgive. We will never forget. But we were told to forgive. Forgiveness is not the sunshine or the rainbow. It is not the beautiful moment when your heart is no longer in pain. It is not a silver box with a bow on top."
"It is the thunder. It echoes and roars down from the dark sky. Down through time, down into the soul. It is the one act that pierces the past and future. It reaches back through the years to denounce and stand against the will of evil men. It stretches into the past to release and say ‘What you did to me will not hold me here."
"It runs ahead into the future to compass about, and make the way clear for me. It is the strong, sure ringing of a bell from the highest tower, to announce that I have arrived with no burden or bitterness in my soul. I will not allow my heart to get bitter. That will attract no good thing to me."
Grace to you and yours,