Granny Maumee; The rider of dreams; Simon the Cyrenian : $b Plays for a negro theaterTorrence, Ridgely
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Granny Maumee; The rider of dreams; Simon the Cyrenian : $b Plays for a negro theater
Torrence, Ridgely
African Americans -- Drama
[_The girls start forward toward the doorway at left back.
As they near GRANNY she swiftly seizes a handful of burning
herbs from the brazier and waves them smoking across the faces
of the girls under their nostrils, so that they breathe the
fumes. They take a few steps farther, staggering, and then
stand motionless and silent. She takes them by the hands and
leads them back. The fumes of stramonium, solanum and other
herbs have produced catalepsia. GRANNY goes to the fireplace
at back and from the mantel takes a wooden bowl, a short stick
and a large dry gourd. She returns, gives the bowl and stick to
SAPPHIE, causing her to beat rhythmically on the inverted bowl
with the stick, a motion which SAPPHIE continues in imitative
hypnosis. GRANNY gives the gourd to PEARL, causing her to shake
it. The gourd gives forth a dry rattle from seeds or pebbles
within it. GRANNY then places the two girls on either side
of the tripod and they continue their drumming and rattling
rhythmically. She then takes her place back of the tripod and
casts more herbs upon the fire._]
GRANNY
Sistehs, kin yo’ heah me speak? Answeh, Sapphie.
SAPPHIE
[_In a dull tone._] Yes.
GRANNY
Answeh, Puhl. Does yo’ heah me?
PEARL
[_Also dully._] Yes.
GRANNY
Does yo’ see?
BOTH GIRLS
Yes.
GRANNY
Den watch me mek my w’ite man Lightfoot outer Lightfoot money.
[_She seizes the bunch of bills from the table and plucking
strands of hair from her head she begins tying the money
together; taking the candle from the table she holds it over
the tripod until it is soft and then kneads it with the
money until the whole grows into the rude semblance of a
human figure. Stooping then to the hearth she takes up the
two charred sticks of her son’s pyre and with one of these
she stabs the wax mannikin through the breast. Holding up the
impaled figure she stands over her tripod and again speaks_:]
Say dis atter me:—
By de fieh at night, by de black boy down,
THE SISTERS
“By the fire at night, by the black boy down,”
GRANNY
By de skunt-off face an’ de red on de groun’,
[_The sisters repeat each line after her in unison, keeping up
their rhythm with drum and rattle._]
By de w’ip an’ de rope an’ de chain dat swung,
By de bloody mouf an’ de bit-off tongue,
By de eat-up heaht an’ de spit-out gall,
We scream, we beg, we whoop, we squall
Tuh git poweh, tuh git stren’th tuh put de trickon um all.
[_After this the remainder of GRANNY’S curse is spoken by her
alone. The sisters continue their sounds with the drum and
rattle._]
Let um git no res’ in bed, er good at vittals, er hope at wu’k, er he’p
at home, er peace wif fren’s er kin, er tryin’ tuh tek pleasuah, er in
any place dey kin go er hide.
Th’ee fingeh Jack my Obi pap,
He’p me, ole Marsteh.
Keep de promise wif um all.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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