I Know I've Been Changed


Two weeks ago the spirit, slash my innervoice, slash my gut declared that I needed to see Suzan-Lori Parks new play, Father Comes Home From The Wars. This wasn't the most foreign idea to me since I had thought about seeing it in October but then life and money concerns got in the way and I moved on. But this latest ruckus was too loud to ignore and I obeyed the call. 

So last Saturday, I set forth on a journey that led me to the Public Theater to see an evening performance of Father Comes Homes From The Wars and my life as a playwright will never be the same. 

I'm not going to bore you with a synopsis of the plot (CLICK HERE FOR IT) or even my review of the play. 

The most important feature of the play for me as an artist was its truth. Father Comes Home From The Wars is filled with the kind of truths that one only speaks of alone in their home when no one is around to hear it, the kind of truths that terrify us because they are filled with cruelty and ugliness, the kind of truths that kill our vaulted myths about who we think we are. I understand this kind of truth in an intimate way but I've been to scared to write it down for someone to ready, let alone put it on a stage.

In Father Comes Home From The Wars, Parks' airs the truths about us, Americans. The dirty truths about our cruelty to each other, bad choices, betrayals, and the darkness in our hearts. She also voices the deep desires of enslaved Africans in the U.S. to live and sing their freedom song.


As a playwright, I view my witnessing/seeing the play as a sign that I need to come to the page and the stage willing to tell all the ugly and beautiful truths buried inside of me. I think that is the only way my work will have any meaning in this world and resonate in some way to all that see or read it.