‘Can We Tell It Like It Really

Happened?’: On Race and ‘The

Scottsboro Boys’

Facing protests, Broadway production The

Scottsboro Boys will close this Sunday. Tom
Matlack argues that the show was
misunderstood.
 When I was 8, while my classmates were
learning their multiplication tables, I was thrown into the back
of a paddy wagon and dragged into court. My dad—a
Quaker activist—and I had committed civil disobedience on
a crisp fall day in Western Massachusetts.

As a little boy who just needed to go to the bathroom, I tried,

futilely, to take a leak into a single, seatless toilet in front of a
cell full of men. Those few hours behind bars scared me. I
didn’t want to go back. While many others who had run-ins
with the law at such a tender age went on to serve time, I
never stepped foot in prison again as a young man.

But a quarter-century after my childhood arrest, I did go back

to jail repeatedly, this time as a visitor. I went to South Bay
House of Corrections in Boston, a maximum-security prison
in Connecticut, and ultimately, Sing Sing. Sitting with a room
full of lifers, deep in the bowels of that stone structure “up
the river,” two things struck me: the inmates were nearly all
black, and they looked so young. When they went around
the room to introduce themselves, it brought tears to my
eyes to hear that even the youngest-looking boys had been
inside for more than a decade.

Nationally, unemployment among black men ages 16–24

stands at 35 percent. Sixty-five percent of black boys grow
up in fatherless homes. Of the prison population of
2,424,279 inmates, 44 percent—more than a million—are
black; there are 919,000 black men enrolled in college. If
current trends continue, one in three black male babies born
today will end up in prison.

We Americans ignore the obvious because it is far too

uncomfortable to consider: Martin Luther King’s dream is still
far from being realized.
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Into this myth of racial progress enters The Scottsboro Boys,

a Broadway production that debuted on October 31 at the
Lyceum Theater. (Full disclosure: I helped finance the play,
in honor of my parents who travelled to Mississippi in the
Freedom Summer of 1964, and to honor the African-
American inmates with whom I have spent time in ancient
human cages like Sing Sing.)

The Scottsboro Boys, about the nine young men who were
falsely accused and sentenced to death for raping two white
women in 1931, provides a screen upon which our
unresolved racism is uncomfortably projected. It sticks its
finger into the still-open wound that is race in this country,
forcing the audience to watch the boys dance and sing in a
minstrel format as they struggle to find their true voice.
The show flips the traditional minstrel show on its head,
using it to humanize, rather than caricaturize, the
participants. In the opening moments of the play, Haywood
Patterson, the eldest Scottsboro boy, asks, “Can we tell it
like it really happened? … This time, can we tell the truth?”
And by the final scene of the play, the blackface is gone. The
minstrel show is over. And we see real men telling a real
story of injustice and racism.

Watching The Scottsboro Boys, I was made painfully aware

of my own racism. I judge people by their skin color, their
religion, their sexual orientation. The fact is, we all do; it
doesn’t make us bad people—it makes us human. But if we
are ever going to get anywhere on the topic of race, we have
to stop sugarcoating the discourse. We can’t let the election
of a black president obscure the fact that we’re still locking
up all the black men in this country.

“The first time we ever did a reading of the show was the day
after Obama was elected, that Wednesday morning, sitting
with a group of black men in a rehearsal studio, reading the
script,” the show’s writer, David Thompson, told me recently.
“And for a second there, it was as if there had been a
seismic shift in the world. We thought: ‘Is this piece relevant
anymore? Have we discovered that we’re on the other side
of the conversation?’ … We realized very quickly that, no,
what we’re having now is a very veiled discussion. We’re
using new words to discuss racism. We’re screaming ‘You
lie!’ on the floor of the Senate to a black president, because
somehow that seems appropriate.

“That’s why the minstrel show combines that ability to have

that strange laugh that you would have at the expense of
others,” Thompson continued. “In South Park, when you’re
watching something that’s just so politically incorrect, you
still laugh, and then you think, ‘Well, did I really laugh at
that?’ Because it demands that you question something.”
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A group in New York calling itself the Freedom Party—a

bastardization of the Freedom Democratic Party, for which
my parents risked their lives to help blacks get the right to
vote in 1964—launched a much-publicized protest
against The Scottsboro Boys, picketing the theater and
calling upon patrons to boycott. The protests certainly
contributed to its demise—it will close on Sunday, December
12.

None of the protestors had seen the play. The group’s

leader, Charles Barron, a one-time gubernatorial candidate,
organized the protests to raise his own personal profile,
while attacking artists who are asking tough questions about
racial injustice—the same racial injustice that the Freedom
Party claims to be fighting.

My question to the protestors is the one I ask you: When are

you going to stop the minstrel show that is race in America,
wipe away the blackface, and start telling the truth, no matter
how uncomfortable that might be? It will always be easier to
lie when the system reinforces myth.

While the play was being protested outside, the Theater

Development Fund bought out two performances for high-
school students, most of them black and who had never
seen a live theater production. The kids were leaning
forward in their seats, cell phones off, fully engaged in the
story. “They were laughing, they were screaming, they were
gasping, they were laughing louder than I’d ever heard
anybody laugh,” Thompson recalled. “And they were more
live than I’ve ever heard an audience, especially toward the
end.”

Afterward, there was a Q&A with the actors. One kid in the
balcony shouted, “If you were in a situation where you had
the ability to get out of … to get parole … if you just lied,
would you do it?” Somebody else asked, “What was it like to
put on blackface for the first time? And what’s it feel like to
take it off?” Another kid asked, “Now that you’ve been in the
show, what is your opinion about the death penalty?”
The kids got the play at the deepest level, even when the
adults outside did not. They were prepared to ask the tough
questions we all too often shy away from. Part of our
collective immigrant heritage—whether Irish, Italian,
Chinese, Mexican, or Africans brought here as slaves—is to
leave our children a better world than the one we endured.
Are we really prepared to leave them, black and white
children both, a legacy that perpetuates a fundamental
fiction about race in America?

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Read Tom Matlack’s full conversation with The Scottsboro

Boys writer David Thompson.

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Tom Matlack, together with James Houghton and

Larry Bean, published an anthology of stories about defining
moments in men’s lives — The Good Men Project: Real
Stories from the Front Lines of Modern Manhood. It was how
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sons. His wife, Elena, is the love of his life.