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Monologue Mania Day # 1565 Hate Crimes by Janet S. Tiger (c) May 30, 2018
Monologue Mania Day # 1565 Hate Crimes by Janet S. Tiger (c) May 30, 2018
Alert - strong language and themes
Hate Crimes
A one-act
By Janet S. Tiger
© Jan. 27, 2018
Tigerteam1@gmail.com
CHARACTERS –
In order of appearance
Bryan - 20s
Father – 50s
Setting - Living room
(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 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 forehead)
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 end.)
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