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Monologue Mania Day #1081 I Hate Jews! by Janet S. Tiger (c) Jan. 28, 2017
(Young
man enters, he is angry. This is Bryan, and he looks at his father,
sitting in an easy chair, reading.)
BRYAN- I hate
Jews!
(The father looks up, shrugs and goes back to his paper)
BRYAN - Didja
hear me? I said that I hate Jews!
FATHER- So? I
hate Jews, big deal.. I hate a lotta people, and I'm glad to see you do, too.
I stopped all that polical correctness shit in you kids, except for your
brother, who decided he wanted to be a fairy, but you can't win 'em all. Five
outta six winners, can't complain.
BRYAN - From the
first day I remember you tellin' me stuff, I knew Jews were the enemy, and they
were the worst, because the others didn't have money like the Jews, and the
Jews used all their money to keep us down.
FATHER - Ok, you
got it, what's eatin' your ass now...
BRYAN - You know
that girl I been hangin' out with, Christie?
FATHER - The
pretty one with the big tits.....?
BRYAN - Dad!
That's my...my girl...
FATHER - I know.
And if she had little tits she wouldn't be your girls, so I ask again,
what's eatin' you?
BRYAN - Her
father is big into family....before we get, you know married or have a baby...
FATHER - You
better get married first, I don't want no bastards around here.....(thinks)
Wait a minute, is she knocked up? is that what this is about?
Is it yours?
BRYAN - (Getting
madder) No!
FATHER - Not
yours? Then just fuck her and let someone else take care of it....
BRYAN - I mean,
no, she's not pregnant!
FATHER - Then
what the hell do you want from me?
BRYAN - The
truth.
FATHER -
(Getting irritated) I always tell the truth, even if people don't
like it....I tell the truth always....
BRYAN - So how
do you figure this?
(He waves some papers, his father takes them)
FATHER - What is
this? Ancestry.com? What the....
BRYAN -
Christie, she saw this ad on TV.....
FATHER - -(Waves
this aside) That girl watches too much TV, she told me her favorite show
was (derogatory) the Bachelor! Not too bright, and when those tits
start to sag....
BRYAN - Shut up!
((Breathes heavy) She wanted to know who I was, what our family
was.
FATHER - So
what?
BRYAN - So she
sent some of my DNA in...
FATHER - Jesus,
and you didn't know? Now that's stupid....spendin' good money on crap
like that....
BRYAN - These
are the results, Dad.....
(He points to something on the pages)
BRYAN - There,
read that!
FATHER - Eastern
European ancestry......so what?
BRYAN - Do you
know what that means?
FATHER - Some of
our ancestors were Pollacks, again, who cares, it probably means you could have
some dumb babies.....
BRYAN -
Incredible! Boy this harder than I thought.....when she saw that,
she made me get tested for all these diseases, and you know what came up?
FATHER - Cabbage
and potatoes and vodka?
BRYAN - Tay
Sachs
FATHER - Is it
tasty?
BRYAN - (Scornful)
It's a disease....you idiot...
(His father smacks his son across the face, but the boy doesn't
flinch)
BRYAN - It's a
bad disease, kind of like it kills your baby.....
FATHER - So,
don't have babies, get a yellow one from China....
BRYAN - It's a
disease (reading)...primarily found ...in Ashkenazi Jews.....
(His father sits heavily)
BRYAN - No
punch? No reaction at all? Do you know what that means, Dad?
It's from the patrilineal side - that means you, Dad! That's
means... there's a Jew in the woodpile!
(His father now jumps up and rips up the papers)
BRYAN - That's
really smart, I guess the Polish part landed in you, right?
(His father moves to smack him again and he ducks this tim)
BRYAN - It's
just a copy, we have the originals.....did you know? Or did you suspect
that all along because you love money so much!
FATHER - Shut up
and get the hell outta here! I don't have to listen to this shit!
BRYAN - Shit?
I don't think so, Dad.....why would I make this up? I mean, what
this means is......I hate ......me......
(His father turns away, and is
trying to get a hold of himself)
FATHER - Your grandfather, on your mother’s side, he
….once told me he escaped from Russia, back at the turn of the last
century…..something called a….pogrom….
But he was senile, no
one listened to him…..especially not my father……
BRYAN - So it’s true…..
FATHER - I don’t know…..and I don’t wanna know! I don’t wanna listen to this!
(He shakes his head)
BRYAN - But you hafta listen…..unless I was adopted,
I’m part Jew…..how can I hate, part of me……
FATHER - Just focus on hating…..me….
(He slumps and his son goes to
him, touches his shoulder)
BRYAN - Look Dad, I didn’t know what to think, but
maybe, we can kinda, learn about this …together?
FATHER - Okay……
BRYAN - Maybe we could even go to synagogue sometime?
(His father hugs him, and turns
to leave)
FATHER - Look, I’m gonna get a beer, want one? I mean, do Jews drink beer?
BRYAN - Yeah, I guess they do!
(His father exits, and Bryan watches,
then turns to the audience)
BRYAN - And that’s exactly how it went…..in my
brain….the truth is, my father beat the crap outta me – I still have a scar
here…..
(Points to his temple)
BRYAN - And I haven’t seen my father in four
years…..and I broke up with Christie, because she didn’t wanna marry a Jew, let
alone one with a marker for a disease! And
my brothers and sisters don’t talk to me….and I don’t get it, I mean, they have
Jewish blood, too? Right?
So here I am, rabbi,
ready to learn….but first, just one question…..how do I stop hating….myself?
(Blackout. The beginning of the end of a bit of prejudice.)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315 CaregiversAnon.org
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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1 comment:
Wow. Good timing for this one. How do we as a country stop hating a part of ourselves?
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