This musical was on my wife’s list
of ones she wanted to see, so when the touring production came to Los Angeles,
we decided to go see it.
Also a reason was that Brian Vaughn, a longtime
favorite at the Utah
Shakespeare Festival, has a role. A highlight from the past is his
role-swapping turn in The
Odd Couple.
Parade is a dramatization
of a true story, and really highlights the fact that history is often messy and
complicated, and sometimes there is really no such thing as justice.
In 1913, a horrific crime was
committed. Thirteen-year-old Mary Phagan, a child laborer, was found raped and
murdered in the basement of the pencil factory she worked at.
That much is undisputed. What was
less clear was who committed the crime. Because the case garnered media
attention - some really yellow journalism, with xenophobia and scapegoating -
there was a lot of pressure to gain a conviction, preferably one that matched
the community’s existing prejudices.
The primary suspects were a pair
of African American workers - the night watchman who found the body, and the
janitor - and the Jewish Yankee Leo Frank, the superintendent.
In the play version, the decision
to go after Frank was made because public anger required more than just
“hanging another n------r.” It is less clear if this was the case in real life,
but in any case, once the decision to pin the blame on Frank, the usual
Southern machinery of bribing witnesses to lie went on overdrive.
Frank was convicted, but there was
sufficient doubt about his actual guilt that the governor, John Slaton,
commuted his sentence to life imprisonment. This ended Slaton’s political
career, and led him to flee Georgia for a decade because of the death threats.
More about him later.
Soon thereafter, Frank was
kidnapped by a lynch mob and hanged when he refused to confess to the murder.
Even though the lynchers were well known citizens, they were never
prosecuted.
The aftermath of this was
definitely interesting. The negative publicity ended up leading to a decrease
in lynchings. American Jews formed the Anti-Defamation League to combat the
virulent antisemitism in society at large but specifically in the media.
Unfortunately, the backlash also
contributed to a revitalized Ku Klux Klan, which was both anti-black and
anti-Jewish.
In 1986, the state issued
Frank a pardon based on the failures of the state, both in a corrupt
prosecution, and in failing to protect him from lynching. More recently, the
state reopened the investigation. That effort is still pending.
There are so many issues in the
case, it is difficult to untangle them all, let alone come to a definitive
conclusion as to guilt or innocence.
To start with, everyone connected
to the crime was in some way a victim of systemic injustice.
Mary Phagan was forced into long
hours of labor starting at age 10 because of the untimely death of her father.
Faced with brutal impoverishment, many children like her sacrificed their
well-being, health, and even lives to feed the capitalist machine. Her rape and
murder wasn’t even all that unusual. Factory children died all the time. And
men felt free to harass, assault, and rape low income girls. This was even
worse for African American girls, of course, but white skin wasn’t that much of
a protection from sexual violence.
The two black men who might have
been guilty of the crime were likewise largely unprotected from societal
violence. Had Frank not been targeted, one or both of the black men would have
been, and they too likely would have been faced with trumped up evidence, and
perhaps lynched. Whether or not one of them was guilty (historians seem to lean
toward the janitor, Conley, as the actual perpetrator - and he was the “star
witness” against Frank.)
The one thing that is certain is
that the evidence was shaky, circumstantial, and likely manufactured. But could
anyone have gotten a fair trial? Probably not.
Leo Frank too was in a precarious
social position. Jews were widely hated and slandered at the time, particularly
in the South. Even in the 1930s, as European Jews tried to flee Hitler, the
United States closed its doors to them, leading to hundreds of thousands of
preventable deaths.
Frank was also a Yankee - not a
Southerner. He had married a Southern wife, and been offered his job by one of
her relatives, but he was still not “one of us” to the Southerners.
Just as the suspects and the
victim were largely unprotected by society, making the case more complicated
than a simple “who did it?” there are no clear heroes in this case
either.
The closest, perhaps, would be
defense attorney Luther Rosser (played by Brian Vaughn in this production) and
his assistants, who, by any measure, put up a spirited defense.
But there was a problem there as
well, not specifically involving the trial, but its aftermath. It turned out
that Governor Slaton was in partnership with Rosser, thus creating a potential
conflict of interest. It is a tough case, because there really wasn’t anyone
else who could commute the sentence, yet Slaton gave an appearance of
bias.
And then there is the media, which
doesn’t come off too well in this case. While some papers at least made a
cursory attempt at objectivity, the overall coverage fanned the flames of
antisemitism and made a fair trial all but impossible.
Just an ugly look for an ugly
period of our history.
And, naturally, one that the Trump
Regime wishes to erase. There are several people in his regime that are still
furious that Frank’s sentence was commuted, and want the pardon rescinded.
The neo-Nazis have come out to protest Parade, although we didn’t see
any at our performance. They are probably scared shitless that Los Angeles
residents would beat their yellow asses.
Speaking of which, an interesting
experience is watching any play with political content in my home city. LA is not
down with the MAGA movement. Most of us Californians love our diversity, we
consider immigrants our neighbors, and actually known plenty of undocumented
immigrants that we want to see get legal status, not brutalization by
ICE.
I remember back during the first
Trump term seeing Hamilton,
and hearing the line, “Immigrants - we get it done!” and the entire theater
erupting in cheers, pretty much blowing the roof off.
There was a corresponding moment
in this play. Mary’s mother gets her aria, testifying at trial, but
unfortunately channels her legitimate grief into an antisemitic screed. After
she finished….dead silence. And I mean, literally nothing. No clapping. No sound.
Even though it was just a play, and the actor portraying the mother is probably
a thoroughly decent person, there was nothing. The LA audience wasn’t going to
dignify racist shit with any acknowledgement.
Damn.
I don’t think most Republicans
understand how deeply Trump is hated here. And one in eight Americans are
Californians. Does he really think he is going to conquer us like some sort of
vassal state? More and more of us, even in redder counties, are realizing that
MAGA has declared war on us, the fourth largest economy in the world, and the
heart of American innovation for the last century. So stupid.
Another note about the musical is
this: while the historical events are the basis for most of the plot, there is
a certain emphasis on the relationship between Frank and his wife
Lucille.
At the beginning, Leo is
dismissive of Lucille, disregarding her advice, keeping information from her, a
mere woman.
As time goes on, however, it is
her efforts which finally result in the commutation. In a bit of artistic
license, Lucille directly meets the governor and accuses him of being a coward
and a fool.
I couldn’t find any evidence that
this happened. However, the Judge in the case wrote the governor
recommending the commutation, as he felt it was a wrongful conviction. (Really,
the lawyers are about the only good guys in this story. But not the crooked
prosecutors…)
By the end of the story, Leo and
Lucille have come to appreciate each other, and part on terms of love. So
that’s kind of a feel-good part of an otherwise really dark story.
I won’t say too much about the
production itself. As one would expect from a professional production, the
acting, singing, dancing, lighting, sound, and so on, were all polished and
excellent.
Max Chernin as Leo Frank was
particularly memorable, between his smooth baritone voice and his haunted look
throughout.
Ramone Nelson brought down the
house with his physical and bluesy performance in “Feel the Rain Fall.”
Talia Suskauer was delightful as
Lucille Frank.
And, of course, because of my
history seeing him, I loved Brian Vaughn’s turn as the good guy of the story,
Luther Rosser.
The staging was fascinating, with
a central raised portion that doubled for everything from the courtroom to the
prison, and a lot in between. In the wings were various chairs and benches.
Very little moved throughout.
In another interesting touch, Leo
Frank is in jail at the end of the first act, and remains there on stage
throughout intermission.
My wife commented on the creative
use of projected backgrounds. This included a lot of historical photographs,
including the locations used during the play, pictures of the various real life
characters, copies of the newspapers covering the crime and trial, and pictures
taken at the lynching.
Behind the screen was the
orchestra, which consisted of keys, percussion, and strings. For a sparse
group, the music was surprisingly varied, including jazz and blues.
In fact, I really should talk a
bit about the music, which I found fascinating. I sometimes struggled to follow
the story and the lyrics because I was paying so much attention to the musical
element of storytelling.
Alfred Uhry wrote the book and the
lyrics. Best known for Driving Miss Daisy, he originally intended Parade
to be a play, but was eventually convinced to make it a musical. He has a
personal connection to the story, as his great uncle owned the pencil factory
that Frank worked at.
Uhry first asked Stephen Sondhiem
to write the music, but Sondhiem turned him down. The director Harold Prince
suggested Jason Robert Brown after Prince’s daughter mentioned him as a young
friend who had some potential. Brown would go on to win a Tony for the
score.
My previous experience of Brown’s
music was in a local production of The
Last Five Years, which was a bit of a stretch for an amateur company,
not least because of the brutally difficult music.
Parade is every bit as
hard. And even, in a few cases, likely more challenging.
Where to start? I’ll go with the
fact that, like many classical opera composers, Brown does as much to tell the
story through the music as through the lyrics.
The music, while only occasionally
quoting actual songs of the era, very much is in the style of its
setting. From gospel to blues to jazz to pop, it sounds much like the
1910s.
But it is more complicated than
that too. Brown uses a technique that originated with Charles Ives: at times,
the cast is singing two different songs in very different keys. This is
particularly noticeable when there are competing factions. The angry white
people sing one song, while the black servants sing another, while the Jewish
people sing a third. Likewise for prosecution and defense.
This can get quite dissonant. And
in fact, throughout, many songs build to a dissonance and then end unresolved.
Which parallels the story.
Another way the story is told in
music is that the numbers when Leo and Lucille sing together change
dramatically. At first, the music clashes, and ends in dissonance. But by the
final duet, the music has become harmonious, consonant, and resolves with peace
and love.
As with the other Brown musical I
have heard, a lot of the exposition of the plot happens through music as well.
Thus, paying attention to the lyrics is crucial. Fortunately, the Ahmanson has
great acoustics, and the sound mixing was well done.
I do want to mention two of the
songs that I particularly liked. I already mentioned “Feel the Rain Fall,”
which is such a blues tour-de-force that it really brought the house down. Here is a bit from the
production earlier on the tour.
Also excellent - and razor sharp
satire - is “A Rumblin’
and a Rollin’” - sung by the servants of the Franks. I mean, yeah, the
Yankees come around once a Jewish guy gets lynched in a way that they didn’t
care as black Americans were lynched by the dozens. It also captures the
ongoing reverberations from racial politics between the two marginalized groups
dating back before the Civil War.
As I keep saying about the whole
story: “It’s complicated and totally fucked up.”
This is, of course, the reason
that MAGA doesn’t want accurate history taught. Because ultimately, as a
perceptive Southerner once said, “The past is never dead. It's not even past.”
We are still dealing with the same issues today.
I did enjoy Parade,
although “enjoy” might be the wrong word. As a feat of storytelling through
word, song, music, and acting, it is outstanding. And the performance was
excellent. But yeah, it’s a tough story to tell.
But it is one we need to tell. And
a story that can and should influence our own approach to issues of legal
justice, social justice, and propaganda.