The Story of September in Five Parts-- Parts IV

'People waste their time asking all the wrong questions.'  Aunt Ester from Gem Of The Ocean

 

I am in the midst of reading August Wilson’s Century Play cycle in order. I’ve only finished ‘Gem Of The Ocean’ which is set in the 1900. Wilson’s plot structure is on flawless until the end when I had a ‘that’s it’ moment. What surprised me about this play was how the story gave me a strong sense of the world Black Americans faced after Emancipation. We (I include myself) were a people consumed by the taste of freedom and all its promises. We left the South for a better life and a taste of something more, something American. I felt the struggles and triumphs of the characters, then Mr. Wilson gave me something more, something unexpected -- a much needed truth. 

‘Maybe we could be right with each other’ -- Isn’t that what we all really want in life? A place, a home where we can be our most vulnerable selves. I want it. 

Wilson writes dramatic literature. I want to create dramatic literature but I’m scared that I won’t measure up. Of course, I have a plan in place -- fuck the critics I’m going to declare my work dramatic literature, publish it myself with a Library of Congress number, and give it to libraries that I think it should be in. It’s my plan and it might work, and if it don’t, I tried. 

I’m now reading ‘Joe Turner’s Come And Gone’ and it’s starting to get interesting.