Protesters from across St Louis turned up and turned out for the first St Louis County Council Meeting since Mike Brown’s Death. (Part I)
The St Louis County Council wasn’t as bad as Ferguson’s Council, but still very few answers and virtually no accountability from the folks who unleashed unholy hell on the residents of Ferguson, following Brown’s murder. #staywoke #farfromover
KEEP POSTING I NEED TO KNOW! DONT STOP POSTING ABOUT THIS. IT IS NOT OVER!
On the one-month anniversary of Michael Brown’s death, his family gathered at the Ferguson Police Department to again demand justice for his murder. Where is Darren Wilson, and why has he still not been arrested? #farfromover #staywoke
Yesterday all that talk on Facebook about the improv community’s relationship with the Triple Crown staff prompted a tangential discussion about the quality of Triple Crown shows, and I was irked by some of what came out of it. Apparently I am angrier than I am meek and sweet, so now—after editing out the more passive aggressive parts—I’m sharing my thoughts.
Tomorrow is my three year improv anniversary* and I DO still love Triple Crown shows and I’m not interested in apologizing for that to people who think they’re just something to outgrow.
Of course everyone, myself included, wants to perform at nicer venues with better stages for more legit audiences. That’s why we also try to perform at Brit Pack and Otto’s Shrunken Head and Under St. Marks and The Tank and Players Theatre and Producers Club and QSIC and The Creek and the Cave and This Theater/Treehouse and Muchmore’s and The Brick Theatre and Legion Bar and Freddie’s Backroom and ultimately also The Magnet and The PIT and the UCB stages.
I hate the thought that folks might go into these shows thinking the shows won’t count, that they’re only there to get reps, and that whoever invites them to perform in these shows lacks the self-respect necessary to move to a better, cooler venue. That’s the perfect way to set yourself up for a lousy show where neither you nor your characters really care about either your teammates or their characters or the show, and it’s the perfect way to become an uncomfortable, non-responsive, bored audience.
And word— OF COURSE you will catch rough shows down there. That’s a given because it is a stage where people are improvising and that is a thing that happens on stages where people improvise!
If empowering your fellow improvisers is a priority for you, then heads-up: belittling improvisers for the venues in which they perform is not super productive.
And I think y’all know that already? Like, you are smart and thoughtful people who I should hope would never gripe at a team for inviting you to their Triple Crown show. But—and here is maybe where we disagree or where you think I’m out of line or ignorant or overreaching or naive—I think words matter and I think the way we choose to talk about things affects our attitudes and our confidence and I think that affects our community and our shows so hey! Maybe let’s pay a little bit of attention to our words.
*I get that three years is nothing to some of y’all and word— I’m not a senior improviser. But I do have access to other venues and perform at them regularly and choose to continue performing on the Triple Crown stage anyway, in addition to those other shows.
Interviewer: But the question is more, how do you get there? Do you get there by confrontation, violence?
Davis: Oh, is that the question you were asking? Yeah see, that’s another thing. When you talk about a revolution, most people think violence, without realizing that the real content of any revolutionary thrust lies in the principles and the goals that you’re striving for, not in the way you reach them. On the other hand, because of the way this society’s organized, because of the violence that exists on the surface everywhere, you have to expect that there are going to be such explosions. You have to expect things like that as reactions. If you are a black person and live in the black community all your life and walk out on the street everyday seeing white policemen surrounding you… when I was living in Los Angeles, for instance, long before the situation in L.A ever occurred, I was constantly stopped. No, the police didn’t know who I was. But I was a black women and I had a natural and they, I suppose thought I might be “militant.”
And when you live under a situation like that constantly, and then you ask me, you know, whether I approve of violence. I mean, that just doesn’t make any sense at all. Whether I approve of guns.
I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama. Some very, very good friends of mine were killed by bombs, bombs that were planted by racists. I remember, from the time I was very small, I remember the sounds of bombs exploding across the street. Our house shaking. I remember my father having to have guns at his disposal at all times, because of the fact that, at any moment, we might expect to be attacked. The man who was, at that time, in complete control of the city government, his name was Bull Connor, would often get on the radio and make statements like, “Niggers have moved into a white neighborhood. We better expect some bloodshed tonight.” And sure enough, there would be bloodshed. After the four young girls who lived, one of them lived next door to me…I was very good friends with the sister of another one. My sister was very good friends with all three of them. My mother taught one of them in her class. My mother—in fact, when the bombing occurred, one of the mothers of one of the young girls called my mother and said, “Can you take me down to the church to pick up Carol? We heard about the bombing and I don’t have my car.” And they went down and what did they find? They found limbs and heads strewn all over the place. And then, after that, in my neighborhood, all the men organized themselves into an armed patrol. They had to take their guns and patrol our community every night because they did not want that to happen again.