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REACH Fall 1999
CONTENTS
ADULT
CURRICULUM
FAMILY
LEADERSHIP
PARENTING
SOCIAL JUSTICE
TEACHING
WORSHIP
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A play for congregations by Thandeka, professor of Theology & Culture, Meadville/Lombard Theological School "The Wager" is a contemporary reworking of the biblical story of Job. In this play, a downsized executive (Job) confronts his "friends," who maintain that the loss of his job was his own fault. The ending of the play is unresolved. The play, in fact, does not have an ending. Or rather, we might say that it has multiple endings - as many as the members of the audience create through their own improvisations. The first improvised ending takes place between Job and his "minister" (a member of the audience who volunteers to play this ministerial role). This scene is recreated several times with different members of the audience playing the role of minister. Next, several ministers in the audience play "themselves" as ministers at a district meeting who have come together to talk collectively about the many Jobs in their congregations. What will these ministers say to each other? What will they do? The audience watches the "actors" work through these questions. Finally, lay members of Job's congregation meet to figure out what they are to do to help all the Jobs in their midst. Again, members of the audience play the roles. By means of each of these improvised endings, the "actors" as well as the "audience" learn much about their ability (and their lack thereof) to articulate and act upon a collective concern for their well-being as middle-class American wage earners. The goal of this entire theatre project is to help congregations and ministers develop a personal and collective power to address social issues pertinent to their own lives from a UU religious perspective. What is this perspective? Like the play, it is a work in progress. My hope is that the directors of education in our local congregations will use this play to help our local clergy and laity develop such a perspective so that our collective strengths can come to the fore. What are these strengths? Better to ask who is this strength? The answer is self-evident. We are. Manny, an African-American man in his early fifties, wears horn-rimmed glasses, a red-checkered flannel long-sleeved shirt, faded Levi's, and Frye boots. His hair is neatly cropped, a businessman-trendy cut. He is tall and handsome enough that he is not at all self-conscious about himself. His brown complexion tends toward an almond color. He has the panache of an urbane New Yorker who might be a distinguished economist, corporate attorney, or successful novelist. Sandy, a Euro-American woman in her mid to late thirties, is 5 feet 6 inches tall. She is starkly pretty rather than hauntingly beautiful. Her hair, naturally blond, is cut short and slightly disheveled in a playfully stylish way as part of her "look." She has the panache of an enterprising woman who probably started her own business and "made it" in a man's world of marketing strategies. She is good-humored and genuinely seems to love life. One never knows what to expect from her - and for good reason. Job, a Euro-American man in his late forties, is tall (but not as tall as Manny) and tends toward an institutional dark gray in dress and demeanor. A corporation man who self-consciously has shaped himself into the image of a successful man, he wears an expensive pinstriped suit and a tie with his college shield (Princeton) on it. He has Nordic features and skin color. He is neither spoiled nor smug. Rather, his manner is that of a person who has always had easy access to whatever he wanted. He is of the "once born" type, never having known any real adversity that might threaten his world view, well-being, livelihood, or family. He means no one any harm. Why should he? Jack, a Euro-American in his early sixties, is a bitter man. Everything he has gained - which, materially, is quite considerable - has been achieved with great cost to his soul. He lost his idealism long ago. One has the sense that he graduated from the school of hard knocks. He owns a small sweatshop that caters to the garment industry. He smokes Camel cigarettes, has been married for 25 years, and has never had an affair - not because he hasn't wanted to but rather because he believes such intrigues would needlessly complicate his life. And besides, who said life is supposed to be fun? His wife buys all of his clothes for him at Macy's. He is not interested in fashion. If it's functional, it will do. Sam is a Euro-American in his mid-forties. He and Job were classmates together at Princeton. Sam wanted to become a medical doctor, but his parents forced him to get an MBA expecting that he would then join the family pharmaceutical business. Since they paid for his education, he got the MBA, but then, deeply disaffected, went to work for a competitive firm. He wears a Ralph Lauren polo shirt and khaki pants. He is preppie. He has recently "retired," pressured by his company to take a bailout deal or get fired because the firm was downsizing to increase profits. Eddy, a Euro-American man in his late twenties, teaches math at an inner city school. He had originally intended to become a structural engineer like his father, but after graduating from college he joined Teach for America for three years and discovered an America he knew nothing about. He loves his work but knows that he will not make teaching his lifelong profession. He is already bone-weary because he cares so deeply and wants his students to succeed. They do. He plans to write a book about his experiences. He buys his clothes at the Gap.
The Setting
Manny: Checkmate! (Manny stands triumphantly as he moves the black castle to its new board position. Then, slipping out of the attitude of conquering hero, he walks to the other side of the table, slowly sits and says slyly) Not so fast, Manny. Sit down, calm yourself, don't overexcite yourself. When have you beaten me in a game? (Pauses, as if listening to Manny's response) Right. Never. So, let's see. (He tips the board over. All the pieces fall to the floor. He smiles wryly.) You know it's impossible for me to lose. (Manny stands and walks back to the other side of the table with stooped shoulders. He sits and looks back at the chess pieces. After a long pause he picks them up and places the pieces back on the board in their opening positions. As he places the king on the baord he says, smiling impishly) Another game? (Pause) Good! Enter Sandy. Sandy hangs her cape on the clothes tree as she enters. Manny does not seem to notice her arrival. She speaks as she walks to the table and sits opposite Manny. Sandy: Who's winning? Manny: Very funny. (Pause) Where have you been? Sandy: You missed me? Manny: Don't I wish. Sandy: (Not at all put off by his answer) Don't you ever get bored? Manny: (Starts to speak) Don...
Sandy: (Interrupting) I know, I know.
Sandy: Why don't you play with someone who's not your equal? It's more fun.
Manny: (Not quite paying attention) Any suggestions?
Sandy: Sure. Job.
Manny: Who?
Sandy: Mr. Perfect.
Manny: Oh, yeah yeah yeah. The rich guy.
Sandy: Doesn't he wish. He's frugal. Works hard.
Manny: Right. Mr. Predictable.
Sandy: You should talk?
Manny: (Looks at Sandy for the first time.) So why are you so interested in Job? He hasn't done anything wrong. (His eyes return to the chessboard.)
Sandy: That's the point. Why should he? He's got everything he needs and can get anything he wants.
Manny: He's not that rich.
Sandy: Sure, but he's got good connections.
Manny: Okay, so maybe I've been a little indulgent with him. What's the harm? He's loyal. An upright man. Good family values. Leave him alone.
Sandy: I haven't done anything to him. (Pauses and then after a moment smiles impishly) Yet.
Manny: Good. (He has finished setting up the board.) Want to play?
Sandy: (She tips over the board, the pieces fall into the chess box to the side of the board.)
Manny: (Long pause. Very calmly.) I hate it when you do that. (He starts putting the pieces on the board again.)
Sandy: I learned it from you.
Manny: (Looks up from the board) I know.
Sandy: (Standing up, impatient. Starts pacing about the room.) So what about Job?
Manny: (To himself) There has to be a way that I can beat myself at this game without losing...
Sandy: (In his face) Job!
Manny: Where have you been?
Sandy: You just asked me that.
Manny: Memory was never my long suit. (pause) Long suit! Bridge? (Takes a deck of playing cards out of his shirt pocket.)
Sandy: Face it, Manny. You're bored. (Manny does not respond. He folds the chessboard, places it under the box and then begins laying out cards for a game of solitaire.) Let's play a new game.
Manny: There aren't any new games. I should know.
Sandy: It's called "Job." We'll invent the rules as we go along.
Sandy: That's the point. (Sandy places her hand on top of Manny's to get his attention. He stops the game, puts down the deck and listens, bored but attentive.) He's politically correct. And why not? He's a Vice President at America, Inc. - his company. His kid's getting an MBA at Harvard, his wife is mayor of the city, and their six-year-old just won the lottery. Why shouldn't he love everybody?
Manny: He's a contented man.
Sandy: Take it all away and he'll curse you. Scratch the surface of any contented white man and you'll find a...
Manny: You're cynical.
Sandy: So here's the deal. I wager you that if you take away his job, threaten his good fortune - he'll crack.
Manny: (Becoming intrigued by the idea of the game.) He'll never curse me.
Sandy: Wanna bet?
Manny: (smiles) You're on.
They shake hands, stand and exit stage left.
Long pause.
Enter Job, carrying a personal, state-of-the-art notebook computer, which he places on the table. He opens it and immediately becomes absorbed in its operation. He is immaculately attired. His posture is perfect. He shows no emotion. He looks and acts like someone totally in control of himself, his life and his world. After a long pause, he loosens his tie, puts his hands to his face, hunches his shoulders and is still. Enter his three friends: Jack, Sam, and Eddy. They are out of breath.
Eddy: We came as soon as we heard.
Job does not look up.
Sam: We don't know what to say.
Jack: (To the audience) Wise guys, we're not.
Job does not move. After a long pause, Job starts tapping the computer keyboard keys again. Sam puts on earphones, goes to the stool upstage, sits, and is absorbed in his music; Eddy takes out a copy of "The Nation" from his coat pocket and sits on the edge of the stage and reads; Jack sits across from Job, picks up the deck of cards and continues the game of solitaire begun by Manny. No one speaks. Each man is totally self-absorbed in the task at hand, oblivious to the presence of his friends.
Sandy: (offstage) And none of his friends spoke a word to Job for seven days and seven nights, for they saw that his suffering was very great.
Eddy turns a page of "The Nation." Jack picks up the cards and starts a new game.
Job: (As he speaks, his friends listen. Job is beside himself with despair. His movements are histrionic. He pulls at his hair and tries to rend his clothes) Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night which said, "A man-child conceived!" Let that day be darkness!
Sam: Oh no! He's out of Prozac!
Immediately, the three friends spontaneously reach into their pockets. Each friend offers him a pill. Job spurns their offers and starts to sob loudly.
Sam: (Unsympathetically, but not with hostiliy. He speaks more like a big brother.) Get a grip. I told you to take the parachute when they offered it to you. There's more to life than work, especially if you can afford it.
Jack: And you can?
Sam: (Confidently) As long as Nora keeps working.
Jack: I'd parachute to hell before I'd be a househusband.
Sam: (Defensive aggression) So would I if I were married to Jane.
Eddy: Cut it out, you two. We're here to comfort Job.
Sam and Jack grin sheepishly.
Job: (self-pityingly) I've always had a job.
Sam: Okay. So I get bored sometimes, is that a crime?
Job: (interrupting) The company's taking more money than it ever has. How could I have known I'd be downsized?
Jack: Always take the easy way out if you're given the chance. You didn't, so you've come in for a hard landing. You should have jumped ship a long time ago. Started your own business like I did. Face it, you made a dumb decision.
Job: I didn't decide anything.
Eddy: You weren't proactive. Look at me.
The three men look at Eddy. Eddy, the youngest and shortest man, blushes.
Sam: Mr. Success himself. (The three men laugh at Eddy, who turns his back to his friends to regain his composure.)
Eddy: I never thought about teaching, but when I did, I jumped at the chance. "Teach for America" changed my life.
Jack: (bitterly) Too bad your students can't say the same thing.
Eddy turns to face his friends.
Jack: (To Job, ignoring Eddy) Face it, Job. You didn't play your cards right. Get out when the getting's good. The fact that you lost your job is your own fault.
Eddy: Teach and then write a book about your experience. That's what I'm going to do. I'm important.
Job: (bitterly) For whom?
Jack: Don't pick on the runt. At least he's got a job.
Job: (Looks to Sam and Jack for support, but finds none.) With friends like these, who needs...
Sam: (interrupting) Admit your mistake and start over.
Jack: You should have bailed out.
Sam: You were an idiot not to take the offer.
Jack: Stupid.
Job: What does stupidity have to do with not working?
Jack: If you've got a job, you have respect, prestige, money, power. (Self-importantly) I made myself. All you need is street smarts, discipline and a good mind. I earned everything I've got. Who's going to fire me? My employees?
Sam: First they'd have to learn to speak English.
Jack: If you were fired, maybe you needed to be let go.
Eddy: Or to learn from it.
Job, Sam, and Jack look at Eddy as if he is a nut. Eddy smiles sheepishly.
Job: (Incredulously to Eddy) What?
Eddy: (Defensively, but attempting to be assertive and self-assured. He walks around the stage in a self-important manner as he speaks.) Sure. Maybe you screwed up because you didn't do enough to change the world. When was the last time you were part of a protest march or a sit-in? I bet you haven't been thrown in jail for protesting against unjust social policies. I'm doing my part to make the world a better place. If you were fired, it's probably because you haven't done enough to make the world a better place so that workers aren't fired for unjust reasons. (Confronts Job face to face) Look at the mess the world is in. It's your fault!
Eddy has worked himself into a tizzy, as if he were having a temper tantrum. His friends find his behavior odd. Eddy goes to the back of the stage to calm himself, realizing that no one is taking him seriously. He turns his back to the audience. As the dialogue continues, Eddy, calm again, rejoins the group. Jack puts his arm around Eddy's shoulders for a brief moment as a father would with his son. Eddy is comforted but tries to pretend that he does not need such comfort and pulls away - but not very far. Jack, of course, is confident that his gesture of warmth and attention is what Eddy wanted all along: to be acknowledged as an important part of the group.
Jack: (To Job) Not everybody was fired.
Job: And just what does that mean?
Jack: Some survived the cut...
Eddy: Merit still matters. Even in the inner city. The smart kids get out.
Jack: (sarcastically) Dead or alive. (Eddy moves away from Jack. Jack, to Job, says) The best man always wins. (Pause) If the government stays out of it.
Sam: (To Jack) No, if government stays in. There's nothing that a little government intervention can't fix.
Jack: Especially if it's not broken. Do you know how many taxes I paid last year?
Sam: Job, you just weren't the best man. It's as simple as that.
Jack: Spoken like a real winner.
Job: I don't believe it.
Sam: Who else is there to blame? God?
Job: Somebody made a mistake. I should not have been laid off.
Job's three friends laugh.
Sam: Tell that to God.
Job: Maybe I will!
Job exits stage left.
Eddy: Do you think we made him feel better?
Jack: Sure, kid.
Job's friends exit stage right. Manny enters stage right, sits on the edge of the stage, takes an electronic video game out of his pocket and begins to play, totally absorbed. Job enters stage left, carrying a city map which he examines intently. Apparently lost, he looks around not knowing which way to turn. He sees Manny and walks over to him with map in hand.
Job: Excuse me. I'm looking for Heaven's Gate Inn.
Manny: (Not looking up from his game) Straight ahead two blocks, then take a right.
Job: Thanks. (Exits stage right.)
Manny continues to play. Job re-enters.
Manny: (still not looking up) That was a quick trip.
Job: (Hesitantly stoops down and looks at Manny. Manny looks up. Job, surprised, stands up abruptly and speaks.) It's you! (Manny stands. Job backs away even further.) Manny Washington, chief executive officer and chairman of the board of America, Inc.
Manny: (grinning sheepishly) Don't be silly. Do I look like him? I'm just a stockholder like you, going to the same annual meeting of America, Inc. that you're going to.
Job: No. No, it's you. I know it is. It's you.
Manny: Don't be silly. There aren't even any images of the CEO. Nobody knows what he looks like.
Job: (Moving closer to him) I once saw you in the executive dining room. The first black person I'd ever seen there. "Who's he?" I said to my friend. "Manny Washington," my friend said, "our new CEO."
Manny: All right, already. I'm him. I'm the man. Big deal.
Job is now furious and moves toward him with fist raised.
Job: (shouting) You bastard! Why did you fire me? (Manny steps aside as Job takes a swing at him. Job loses his balance and falls. He speaks again, but now in utter despair.) Why did you lay me off? I didn't do anything wrong!
Manny: (Almost compassionately) Wrong's not in it. The decision had nothing to do with you. We're in a growth mode. If we're going to keep growing and stay competitive with companies who use foreign labor, we have to cut our workforce.
Job: 50,000 of us?
Manny: (stoops down next to Job) We wanted to show compassion. (Manny stands again and walks over to the table and sits, noticing that his cards have been disturbed.) We could have cut another 10,000, easy. (pause) But we do have civic responsibilities. We'll ease out the rest over the next three years. (He puts away the deck of cards.)
Job: (angry, moving towards Manny) You've ruined my life.
Manny: Give me a break. With your stock options and other investments you have some distance to go before you're out on the street. (pause) And besides, your wife works. (pause) If anything, you should be grateful to me. I increased the value of your stock. America, Inc.'s stock value soared when the layoff announcement came.
Job: (bitterly) Thanks.
Manny: Ingrate! (Peeved, his voice booms.) Do you know what it means to compete with businesses using foreign labor that works for 28 cents a day? Can you number the months they can work for that wage before they quit or die? And do you know the time - the number of hours they can work without a break? Do you observe the rate of reproduction of the poor? I determine these measurements. I have to figure out how to keep profits high and costs down and how to break unions. Where were you when I established the foundation for the new strategy for America, Inc.? Have the gates of death been revealed to you, or have you seen the gates of deep darkness? You're not on the street. You're not homeless. Be grateful for what you've got.
Job: (outraged) What do I have? My job was my life! I put in 15-hour days at work. I saved America, Inc. millions. And what for? I put my marriage in jeopardy. My kids don't even recognize me. I haven't had dinner with them in months. My six-year-old asked me if I was a houseguest. Our kids have everything they want but nothing that they need. I did all this for you.
Manny: (smiling) Ah! A total quality man.
Job: Now I've got nothing left.
Manny: Financially, you'll be fine for now.
Job: (to himself) We're a family of strangers in a community of strangers. I committed to you.
Manny: (diffidently) I made billions for the stockholders.
Job: These layoffs are going to turn this city into a ghost town.
Manny: Don't blame America, Inc. We don't own this town. We pay taxes here just like every other property owner.
Job: But you're not like every other resident. You hire and fire the rest of us. You create and destroy, condemn and reward without giving a tinker's damn about the consequences to the people and communities involved.
Manny: That's not my job.
Job: Then whose job is it? (Manny does not respond. Job is silent for a long moment. When he finally speaks, he is deeply reflective, speaking more to himself than to Manny.) I've always believed in individual responsibility. Every man for himself. Somebody's going to cross the finish line first. So the sole purpose of the game is to finish first. Nothing else matters. That's what America, Inc. is about.
Manny: That's right, Job. Most people are losers. The winner takes all.
Job: Everybody knows that.
Manny: So what's your complaint?
Job: I'm a loser.
Manny: (smiling, slaps Job on the back.) That's right. Everything that's wrong with your life is your own fault. Your family, your community, your kids, their future, crime - all of it is your fault. Face it, Job, you don't have what it takes. You're a born loser.
Job: (confused) How can all of this be my fault? I don't have that much power. You're the all-powerful one. How can the fact that you laid off 50,000 workers be my fault?
Manny: Am I to blame that your kids think you're a stranger in their midst? That you don't know your neighbors, that you've gutted your family life? That your first marriage didn't work and your second one is on the rocks?
Job: Don't confuse the two issues. My public and private lives are not the same.
Manny: That's news to me.
Job: I committed my life to America, Inc.
Manny: True, but America, Inc. doesn't belong to you. It's mine, at least for the moment.
Job: I was so afraid of losing my job, I gave up everything else in my life.
Manny: You're not poor, hungry, or homeless. Count your blessings.
Job: That's not enough. It never was.
Manny: For four-fifths of the people in the world, that would be enough.
Job: (angry) Don't lecture me. I'm not a CEO. I don't fire thousands of people with a stroke of a pen, relocate to Third World countries so I can pay the workers slave wages. I don't buy and sell government officials. I don't do insider trading.
Manny: Don't curse the hand that feeds...
Job: (bitterly) Fed.
Manny: Fed you. If you don't like the system, you should have left a long time ago. Bailed out. Stop wallowing. Gird your loins like a man. Don't curse the company you keep.
Job: I was a kept man.
Manny: Did you complain. (Job is silent.) Your price was high but you did have a price: financial gain.
Job: (more to himself) I was afraid. (pause)
Manny: For good reason. You just don't have what it takes to stay on top.
Job: Nobody does. I've known that since I was a kid. (pause) I hated my job. It's a rigged game. If you don't fit in, God help you. My life hasn't made any sense to me in years. (pause) I've never been important.
Manny: By whose standards?
Job: Yours. Mine. What's the difference? None of it makes any sense to me.
Manny: It's always made business sense and that's the bottom line.
Job: I bottom-lined my own life.
Manny: So what are you going to do about it?
Job: I wish I knew.
Manny: (offering Job some Prozac) Here. Prozac. This will help. Take the pills and get over it.
Job: (slowly takes the bottle, opens it and pours the pills on the floor.) I have a right to be upset. (He walks towards stage left.)
Manny: Where are you going?
Job: To talk to my minister.
Manny: Why?
Job: Why not?
Job exits. Manny opens the chessboard and sets up the pieces for a game. Sandy enters and sits across from Manny. Manny smiles and extends his hand, palm up, to Sandy.
Manny: I won. Pay up.
Sandy: No so fast. I need to know what his minister will say and do. You can still lose this wager, you know.
Manny: (moves the king's pawn forward. Then, to Sandy) Your move.
Slow fade to black.
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