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Monologue Mania Day #482 Why (from THE CANTOR'S THEME) by Janet S. Tiger June 9, 2015
Monologue Mania Day #482 Why (from THE CANTOR'S THEME) by Janet S. Tiger June 9, 2015
This is from a screenplay THE CANTOR'S THEME that is mostly finished (Below is taken from the script and adapted to be a longer monologue than in the screenplay.)
Why?
Why?
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights
reserved 2009
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(The Cantor is speaking to a Polish woman who is helping his family.)
You say you will never understand Jews? That I do not mind, what does bother me is....why do you hate us?
(He waves his hands at her protest)
All right not you, but these people in this town, we grew up with them, we know them, they know us. Yet they still turn us over to the Germans….
You say you will never understand Jews? That I do not mind, what does bother me is....why do you hate us?
(He waves his hands at her protest)
All right not you, but these people in this town, we grew up with them, we know them, they know us. Yet they still turn us over to the Germans….
(He rubs
his leg and she notices.)
You want to know how this happened? I'll tell you.....I was born in a small town near Belgrade, one much
like this. I was about 17.
It was a Friday night, and I’d stayed
after services to help the rabbi and my father close up. They always stayed late to discuss the Torah, and I would leave to go home by myself. Maybe I wasn’t paying
attention…
(He suddenly starts to walk as a
younger man walking, singing, not noticing a group of drunk young men approaching. They they
chase him and he falls to the ground from the beating.)
I was lucky they didn’t kill me, but my leg was
broken badly. Even though I was almost fully grown, the break was on what
they call the growth plate, and so when I had a late growth spurt a year later, the rest of me grew, but not
the leg. My good luck.
(Smiles) But it was also lucky because this leg kept me out of
the army. They didn’t want a lame Jew. Well, the good thing, I don’t need a leg to sing!
But it's also true – a cantor never gets
rich. My father was a cantor – of his
five sons, I was the only one who had a
voice, and more important, the interest.
But I wasn’t sure – especially
after they hurt me. And he took me to our
synagogue, and he said to me (as his father) –‘Some
people can build a house. Not us, we are
all thumbs. Other people are good with horses – in our family, we just get the
horse’s leftovers…if you know what I mean.
But a house can burn down, and
horses die – when you can sing, you give people something in their heart they can never lose – you give them
hope.’
And
that’s how I became a cantor!
(He turns to leave, stops, looks back)
That – and
the fact the girl I wanted to marry loved to hear me sing……
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Janet S. Tiger
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Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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