A stage stands between two projection screens. Athird screen sits behind the stage.
Someone spreads a blanket in front of the middle screen.
A dancer is projected onto the central screen. Text overlays the dancer.
A man dances in front of the screen
Two people stand at microphones on either side of the central screen.
The man dances in front of the projection of the dancer, his shadow dancing with the film.
The man goes to the right microphone, then resumes dancing.
Text appears on the screen. Rose laughed when she was happy but she had not the wide abandoned laughter that makes the warm broad glow of negro sunshine.
Onscreen a man dances and a person reads from a book.
The reader disappears. The live dancer wraps himself in the blanket.
Onscreen text, When one is told the structure or the method of and the staggering absence of elipsis it becomes difficult to get on the subway or bathe one's own body.
Onscreen a man jigs in blackface.
text No I ain't no common nigger for I was raised by white folks
Only one speaker reads.
A live dancer moves appears.
The reader drops pages and walks to the other microphone casting a shadow on the projection.
Two people sit at a table and type on laptops. The reader crumples paper and continues reading.
Onscreen, someone wears a mask. text, who's mask? The reader walks across stage, casting a long shadow. She leaves the stage. The projectyion feezes.
The camera pans right. A projection screen shows text. There's something very curious about the bang. ha. there's a bee in my bonnet am not open myself to the way my clothes just come unfastened and if that turns you off
text, you ain't worth me anyway.
The camera pans left and zooms out. People sit at the laptops in darkness.
The central projection stands frozen with the masked person.
People at the tables talk into microphones.
The movie resumes.
closeup on a clown mask.
He puts down the microphone and sits in front of a laptop.
onscreen text, I god, Janice. Who's blood.
The speaker moves to the stage and sits.
Onscreen text, that prohibits saying? This is serious business. Not a funny thing. These are investigations of something we've been thinking about for a long time. It's not only about blackness what ever there are dangers. What did Doug Kay say?
A black painted hockey goalie's mask appears on the central screen.
onscreen text, Rare is what the man who lookks like my father says we are. A figure in a gray hoody moves from side to sidein a room behind the text.
Zoom out to see all projection screens and the tables.
Zoom in as a man picks up papers off the stage. Onscreen text, We be our true selves here even though we be educated. A black face edges into the left side of the screen behind the text.
Performers sit and type on the laptops.
They continue to sit and type.
A woman stands at a microphone in front of a laptop.
She moves off screen
She returns to the laptop.
A man who has been typing goes up to the microphone onstage.
The man returns to his seat at the laptop.
Two people type while one speaks
onscreen text, Sometimes we fuck to get over it.
Zoom in on speaker.
onscreen, Two men walk along a street
text, enamored by our beauty.
Skeletal hands project on the screen
Two people type while one speaks
text, wear to sleep. Black Hood - oh yeah don't rock the hoodie if you look stupid in it - your head is too big. didn't yoyu seethose brown men in Claudia's video - they had the scalr right and they paoid money for their shit. Don't wer your
Hoods you lame.
All three stand as one holds the microphone.
Credits roll on the central screen.
The ensemble take a bow and leave the performance space.