28 June 2024

Theater of War, Part 3

 

[Below is Part 3 of “Theater of War,” a collection of press commentary on the work of the theater troupe founded and directed by Bryan Doerries.  I started with the company’s most recent project, readings of Henrik Ibsen’s An Emeny of the People, an 1882 play that deals with a public health official who is called upon to close his town’s hot water spa, its main source of income, when he discovers the waters are contaminated. 

[I moved back through ToW’s history with other classic plays as vehicles for discussing different conflicts faced by other professionals in modern society, such as nurse burn-out during COVID (Sophocles’ Antigone).  Part 3 continues that look back at the work of Doerries’s company.

[Readers who have just joined this thread may want to check back into Parts 1 and 2 (posted on 22 and 25 June).  The first installment in the series, for instance, includes a short profile of Theater of War and the pieces of journalism in both the earlier parts include commentary that might be useful.]

THEATER OF WAR GIVES TROOPS
MORE THAN A SHOW OF SYMPATHY
by Peter Marks 

[Peter Marks’s look at the Theater of War‘s reading of Sophocles’ Ajax to discuss the issue of veterans who commit suicide ran in the Washington Post on 2 January 2022.]

Introducing a Greek tragedy about a soldier who dies by his own hand is not what you think of as normal duty for one of the military’s top brass. But that was the mission of Navy Rear Adm. Frank M. Bradley, commander of U.S. armed forces’ Special Operations Command Central in Tampa, who recently spoke to a gathering of servicemen and women watching the session online from around the world.

“There’s not one of us that hasn’t been touched by suicide somewhere in our lives, through our extended families and friends, and as everybody knows, it is a plague that knows no bounds of time or segments of society,” Bradley said. “And so, having the opportunity to witness this [play reading] . . . is a great gift.”

The gift itself was not standard-issue, either. A series of scenes from Sophocles’s “Ajax” [442 or 441 BCE] was performed live on Zoom by Theater of War, a 13-year-old professional troupe that recruits actors – some as renowned as Frances McDormand and Bill Murray – to give voice to ancient texts. The nonprofit organization seeks to focus these dramas, like healing lamps, on deep societal wounds. Their specialty is age-old plays that speak to wrenching contemporary issues, such as drug addiction, racial injustice, terminal illness and the climate crisis. Or, in the case of the performance for members of the Special Operations Command Central – which goes by the acronym SOCCENT – the aftershocks of combat.

A 2021 study by Brown University’s Cost of War Project reported that suicides by active-duty personnel and veterans “are reaching new peaks.” It found that while 7,057 members of the armed forces were killed in military action since 9/11, more than four times as many active-duty members and veterans – 30,177 – died by suicide. The report noted that the military suicide rates now exceed those for the general population, when historically they had been lower.

It was out of concern for this disturbing trend that Bradley, who’d seen other Theater of War productions, brought its work to the attention of Marine Corps Gen. Kenneth F. McKenzie Jr., commander [2019-22] of the U.S. Central Command [responsible for U.S. military operations in the Middle East, Central Asia, and parts of South Asia]. He agreed to a series of online training sessions for chaplains and others in Special Operations intended to propel the issue of suicide more emphatically into the open.

“I’m very concerned about the very toxic effects that the battlefield has on people – anybody who tells you it doesn’t affect you is wrong. It does affect us all,” McKenzie said in a Zoom interview. “In the largest sense, Theater of War is a mechanism to provide a venue for people to talk about their experiences.”

Library bookshelves are loaded with plays about war, but opportunities for serious drama and the modern military to engage with each other remain rare. Bryan Doerries, Theater of War’s artistic director, had no models to work with when, motivated by a personal tragedy [Doerries addresses this in Eilf Batuman’s New Yorker article below] and the desire to respond meaningfully to the war in Iraq, he formed the classically oriented theater company in 2009 with co-founder Phyllis Kaufman, who was its producing director until 2016. The company grew out of his work earlier in the 2000s, when Doerries, a translator of ancient Greek drama, had begun staging readings of the plays in hospitals and elsewhere, and sensed how rawly and powerfully audiences experienced them.

“I began to see that the audience knew more than I did,” Doerries recalled, “even though I studied Greek, even though I directed these translations.” Having followed news reports about substandard care in veterans hospitals, Doerries turned his attention to military audiences. “It took a year and a half of learning how to talk to people in the military, of making a lot of mistakes, of having doors slammed in my face, of sitting in smoke-filled rooms with veterans,” he said.

Eventually, he made inroads, persuading organizers of a conference on combat stress among Marines to allow him to stage scenes from “Ajax” – which tells of a great Greek soldier’s decision to kill himself after his humiliation at being denied a ceremonial honor. “A discussion [after the reading] we scheduled for 45 minutes lasted 3½ hours, and had to be cut off at midnight,” Doerries said. “And every person who stood up quoted lines from the play as if they’d known it their entire lives.”

Given the profound catharsis a piece of relevant drama can summon, it’s surprising more theater isn’t devised for those who’ve been to war. Douglas Taurel, an actor and playwright, has learned this over the past several years, as he’s traveled the country with his one-man show, “The American Soldier.” Based in part on the letters of members of the armed forces, Taurel’s 90-minute piece weaves together soldiers’ stories from the Revolutionary War to the war in Afghanistan. He’s performed it in venues as large as the Kennedy Center and as small as community halls.

“I have audiences where the veterans, they like to sit in the front rows, you know, with their arms folded across their chests,” Taurel said of their initial skepticism. By the end of his production – performed in front of an American flag, along with a single trunk full of props – he said many of them are in tears and asking why his play isn’t better known. “Some even ask me why it isn’t on Broadway,” Taurel said with a laugh.

Theater of War has a more therapeutic aim. In its military programming, the company, which relies on foundations and other private sources for financial support, has visited bases all over the world. The pandemic, of course, curtailed its mobility and compelled it to shift to virtual presentations, but the move to digital actually expanded the company’s audience. “Zoom was another explosion for us,” Doerries said, noting that as many as 20,000 viewers in 82 countries have tuned in to a single event.

In November, the Internet provided what Doerries calls his “digital amphitheater” for the 40-minute presentation for SOCCENT of scenes from the Greek play. “‘Ajax,’” he said in his opening remarks, “was written by a general named Sophocles [ca. 496-406 BCE] and performed in the 5th century BCE for as many as 17,000 citizen soldiers, who sat shoulder to shoulder in an ancient amphitheater with the generals in the front row.”

In the charged aftermath of the American withdrawal from Afghanistan, a reckoning with the psychological toll of the country’s two-decade involvement offered emotional subtext for the session. To underline the issue of suicide, the actors – Alex Morf as Chorus, Glenn Davis as Ajax and Marjolaine Goldsmith as Ajax’s mistress, Tecmessa – played out Sophocles’s dramatization of the agonizing final moments of Ajax’s life, as the indignity of being refused the armor of his dead friend, Achilles, overwhelms him.

“These are the last words you will hear Ajax speak!” Davis cries, before shrieking out a high-pitched death rattle.

“It’s over, friends,” Goldsmith’s Tecmessa declares, upon discovering Ajax’s body. “Everything is lost.”

“What is it?” shouts Morf.

“Ajax, impaled on his sword,” Tecmessa replies.

“He has killed us with this death!” Morf calls out.

After the reading, service members spoke of the familiar signs of suffering that “Ajax” conjured; of the pain of loved ones, who could not fully grasp what occurs to a human on a battlefield. (To protect the privacy of the participants, a spokesman for SOCCENT asked that the audience members remain anonymous.)

One commenter, though, seemed to speak for many when he gave his own eloquent interpretation of Ajax’s pain: “His heart was broken from the beginning,” he said of the title character. “And I think the entire play is a cascading effect, that Ajax was slipping on a very slippery slope. At the very end, he slips and it’s hard to watch because it’s real. It is extremely real and it’s uncomfortable. But the fact that it is highly uncomfortable is probably the best thing about it.”

McKenzie and Bradley acknowledged the value in exposing military men and women to drama that explores the universality of trauma.

“The military has a very almost antiseptic veneer,” Bradley said. “We behave with each other in a calm, cool [way] under stress. But you know, deep down, these people are human.”

[Peter Marks was the Washington Post's chief theater critic from 2002 to 2023.  He left the Post in 2024.  Previously, he worked for nine years at the New York Times, on the culture, metropolitan and national desks, and spent about four years as its off-Broadway drama critic.]

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CAN GREEK TRAGEDY GET US THROUGH THE PANDEMIC?
by Elif Batuman
 

[Moving back two years, Elif Batuman of the New Yorker examines Theater of War’s reading of Oedipus the King (aka Oedipus Rex, 429-420 BCE) as a catalyst for discussing the response to COVID, which was just beginning its devastation by 1 September 2020, when this article appeared on the magazine’s website,

[A quick caveat: Batuman’s discussion of ToW’s Oedipus is longer than most of the posts on Rick On Theater because she discusses a great many topics—and she does so at length.  She also covers some bits of the background and history of both Bryan Doerries and Theater of War, including several of the other readings he and his troupe have given (including one that was actually done before Doerries formed the company, a sort of prototype of the work they’d do in their future).]

A theatre company has spent years bringing catharsis to the traumatized. In the coronavirus era, that’s all of us.

Children of Thebes, why are you here?” Oscar Isaac asked. His face filled the monitor on my dining table. (It was my partner’s turn to use the desk.) We were a couple of months into lockdown, just past seven in the evening, and a few straggling cheers for essential workers came in through the window. Isaac was looking smoldery with a quarantine beard, a gold chain, an Airpod, and a black T-shirt. His display name was set to “Oedipus.”

Isaac was one of several famous actors performing Sophocles’ “Oedipus the King” from their homes, in the first virtual performance by Theater of War Productions: a group that got its start in 2008, staging Sophocles’ “Ajax” and “Philoctetes” [409 BCE] for U.S. military audiences and, beginning in 2009, on military installations around the world, including in Kuwait, Qatar, and Guantánamo Bay, with a focus on combat trauma. After each dramatic reading, a panel made up of people in active service, veterans, military spouses, and/or psychiatrists would describe how the play resonated with their experiences of war, before opening up the discussion to the audience. Since its founding, Theater of War Productions has addressed different kinds of trauma. It has produced Euripides’ [480-ca. 406 BCE] “The Bacchae” [405 BCE] in rural communities affected by the opioid crisis, “The Madness of Heracles” [416 BCE, also by Euripides] in neighborhoods afflicted by gun violence and gang wars, and Aeschylus’ [ca. 525/524-456 BCE] “Prometheus Bound” [ca. 430 BCE] in prisons. “Antigone in Ferguson” [based on Sophocles’ Antigone (441 BCE)] which focusses on crises between communities and law enforcement, was motivated by an analogy between Oedipus’ son’s unburied body and that of Michael Brown, left on the street for roughly four hours after Brown was killed by police [Ferguson, Missouri; 2014]; it was originally performed at Michael Brown’s high school.

Now, with trauma roving the globe more contagiously than ever, Theater of War Productions had traded its site-specific approach for Zoom. The app was configured in a way I hadn’t seen before. There were no buttons to change between gallery and speaker view, which alternated seemingly by themselves. You were in a “meeting,” but one you were powerless to control, proceeding by itself, with the inexorability of fate. There was no way to view the other audience members, and not even the group’s founder and director, Bryan Doerries, knew how numerous they were. Later, Zoom told him that it had been fifteen thousand. This is roughly the seating capacity of the theatre of Dionysus [on the Acropolis in Athens; dating to the mid- to late-6th century BCE], where “Oedipus the King” is believed to have premièred, around 429 B.C. Those viewers, like us, were in the middle of a pandemic: in their case, the Plague of Athens.

[The Plague of Athens (430-426 BCE) was an epidemic (of still-uncertain cause or origin) that devastated Athens during the Peloponnesian War. The plague killed an estimated 75,000 to 100,000 people, around a quarter to a third of the population.]

The original audience would have known Oedipus’ story from Greek mythology: how an oracle had predicted that Laius, the king of Thebes, would be killed by his own son, who would then sleep with his mother; how the queen, Jocasta, gave birth to a boy, and Laius pierced and bound the child’s ankles, and ordered a shepherd to leave him on a mountainside. The shepherd took pity on the maimed baby, Oedipus (“swollen foot”), and gave him to a Corinthian servant, who handed him off to the king and queen of Corinth, who raised him as their son. Years later, Oedipus killed Laius at a crossroads, without knowing who he was. Then he saved Thebes from a Sphinx, became the king of Thebes, had four children with Jocasta, and lived happily for many years.

That’s where Sophocles picks up the story. Everyone would have known where things were headed—the truth would come out, and Oedipus would blind himself—but not how they would get there. How Sophocles got there was by drawing on contemporary events, on something that was in everyone’s mind, though it doesn’t appear in the original myth: a plague.

In the opening scene, Thebes is in the grip of a terrible epidemic. Oedipus’ subjects come to the palace, imploring him to save the city, describing the scene of pestilence and panic, the screaming and the corpses in the street. Something about the way Isaac voiced Oedipus’ response—“Children. I am sorry. I know”—made me feel a kind of longing. It was a degree of compassion conspicuous by its absence in the current Administration. [September 2020 was at the end of President Trump’s term, which ended on 20 January 2021.] I never think of myself as someone who wants or needs “leadership,” yet I found myself thinking, We would be better off with Oedipus. “I would be a weak leader if I did not follow the gods’ orders,” Isaac continued, subverting the masculine norm of never asking for advice. He had already sent for the best information out there, from the Delphic Oracle.

Soon, Oedipus’ brother-in-law, Creon—John Turturro, in a book-lined study—was doing his best to soft-pedal some weird news from Delphi. Apparently, the oracle said that the plague wouldn’t end until the people of Thebes expelled Laius’ killer: a person who was somehow still in the city, even though Laius had died many years earlier on an out-of-town trip. Oedipus called in the blind prophet, Tiresias, played by Jeffrey Wright, whose eyes were invisible behind a circular glare in his eyeglasses.

Reading “Oedipus” in the past, I had always been exasperated by Tiresias, by his cryptic lamentations—“I will never reveal the riddles within me, or the evil in you”—and the way he seemed incapable of transmitting useful information. Spoken by a Black actor in America in 2020, the line made a sickening kind of sense. How do you tell the voice of power that the problem is in him, really baked in there, going back generations? “Feel free to spew all of your vitriol and rage in my direction,” Tiresias said, like someone who knew he was in for a tweetstorm.

Oedipus accused Tiresias of treachery, calling out his disability. He cast suspicion on foreigners, and touted his own “wealth, power, unsurpassed skill.” He decried fake news: “It’s all a scam—you know nothing about interpreting birds.” He elaborated a deep-state scenario: Creon had “hatched a secret plan to expel me from office,” eliciting slanderous prophecies from supposedly disinterested agencies. It was, in short, a coup, designed to subvert the democratic will of the people of Thebes.

[A reminder: director Doerries made his own translations and adaptations of the ToW’s classic scripts to suit each project and the point he wanted to make.]

Frances McDormand appeared next, in the role of Jocasta. Wearing no visible makeup, speaking from what looked like a cabin somewhere with wood-panelled walls, she resembled the ghost of some frontierswoman. I realized, when I saw her, that I had never tried to picture Jocasta: not her appearance, or her attitude. What was her deal? How had she felt about Laius maiming their baby? How had she felt about being offered as a bride to whomever defeated the Sphinx? What did she think of Oedipus when she met him? Did it never seem weird to her that he was her son’s age, and had horrible scars on his ankles? How did they get along, those two?

When you’re reading the play, you don’t have to answer such questions. You can entertain multiple possibilities without settling on one. But actors have to make decisions and stick to them. One decision that had been made in this case: Oedipus really liked her. “Since I have more respect for you, my dear, than anyone else in the world,” Isaac said, with such warmth in “my dear.” I was reminded of the fact that Euripides wrote a version of “Oedipus” [ca. 415-406 BCE]—lost to posterity, like the majority of Greek tragedies—that some scholars suggest foregrounds the loving relationship between Oedipus and Jocasta.

Jocasta’s immediate task was to defuse the potentially murderous argument between her husband and her brother. She took one of the few rhetorical angles available to a woman: why, such grown men ought to be ashamed of themselves, carrying on so when there was a plague going on. And yet, listening to the lines that McDormand chose to emphasize, it was clear that, in the guise of adult rationality and spreading peace, what she was actually doing was silencing and trivializing. “Come inside,” she said, “and we’ll settle this thing in private. And both of you quit making something out of nothing.” It was the voice of denial, and, through the play, you could hear it spread from character to character.

By this point in the performance, I found myself spinning into a kind of cognitive overdrive, toggling between the text and the performance, between the historical context, the current context, and the “universal” themes. No matter how many times you see it pulled off, the magic trick is always a surprise: how a text that is hundreds or thousands of years old turns out to be about the thing that’s happening to you, however modern and unprecedented you thought it was.

“Nothing can be foreseen,” Jocasta said, and I heard our President declaring, of the global pandemic about which he had been warned, repeatedly, in the direst possible terms, that “Nobody could have predicted something like this.” Then the voice of denial passed to Oedipus: “Why, my lady, should we ever again listen to the Pythian priestesses at Delphi or study the patterns of eagles and kingfishers shrieking loudly above us in the sky when they all foretold that I would one day kill my father? He is now dead in the ground and I am still here.” That one sounded like climate change, because it involved ignoring birds, but the sinister thing was precisely how the objects became interchangeable: global warming, gun violence, pandemics, sexual assault, genocide, the legacy of slavery.

You’ve never really seen “Oedipus,” I found myself thinking, till you’ve seen it during a plague. The plague hadn’t really stood out to me on previous readings, yet it was the key to everything: the way the denial of the contagion reflected right back on the contagion of denial, its tendency to morph into “denialism.” I felt a new appreciation, too, for all the work the plague was doing to power the plot. It reprised the riddle of the Sphinx: Oedipus had to save the city again. It was a ticking time bomb: every moment that he didn’t solve the plague, the bodies were piling up, death-rich Hades was making off with more shades. And the ultimatum from Delphi—solve the murder, or the plague goes on—turned the myth of Oedipus into a whodunnit, with Oedipus himself as both detective and murderer.

The plague arrived in Athens in 430 B.C., the second year of the Peloponnesian War. Athens was under siege from Sparta. Much of the rural population had, per instructions from the statesman Pericles [ca. 495-429 BCE; leader of Athens: 461-429 BCE], sought shelter within the city’s newly built fortifications, putting an extra burden on sanitation and housing. [During the war, the population of Athens increased from 100-150,000 inhabitants to 300-400,000.] Perhaps as much as one-third of the Athenian population died, including Pericles and his two sons. Thucydides [historian and general; ca. 460-400 BCE] also got sick, but recovered, and was thus able to leave a vivid record, in his history of the Peloponnesian War, of not only the physical symptoms but the miasma of horror that swirled around the city: the confusion of the doctors, whose efforts to increase their knowledge about this unknown disease were generally rewarded by a slow and painful death; the absence of reliable advice, “for what helped one sufferer harmed another”; the apparent ineffectiveness of divine offerings and supplications, which led some people to become more religious, and others to embrace the most antisocial behavior; the collapse of the funeral rites and the desperation of the increasingly isolated survivors.

And yet: evidence suggests that the theatre was still open. What does that mean? Was Thucydides exaggerating how bad it was? Did Athenians not believe in social distancing? Or were the city’s actors and playwrights considered to be essential workers Increasing research has been devoted, in recent years, to the connection between ancient theatre and medical treatment, which often took place in the temple to Asklepios [at Epidaurus], the god of healing. There is archeological evidence that some such temples had an adjoining theatre, and some have argued that listening to a play may have been a part of treatment that also typically included going to sleep in the main hall, praying for gods to appear in their dreams and guide them toward a cure, a dream that priests and attendants would then interpret. When Athens got its own temple to Asklepios, it was built adjacent to the theatre of Dionysus—reportedly, with some involvement by Sophocles. I’ve been to the Asklepion in Pergamon, in present-day Turkey: an underground passage provides easy access between the theatre and the patients’ sleeping hall. According to Doerries, the acoustics in Athens were such that a person bedridden in the temple would still be able to hear every word spoken in the theatre.

How differentiated was the function of the theatre from that of the clinic? The question might not have made that much sense at the time. Plato [428/427 or 424/423-348 BCE] was born during the Plague of Athens, so he hadn’t yet gotten around to articulating some of the dichotomies—body versus soul, real versus ideal—without which we can now barely imagine the world. According to some historians of science, the idea of “religion” and “science” as opposing terms requiring reconciliation, eternal as it may seem to us now, dates only to the nineteenth century, at which time there was, for example, a lively debate—incited by Freud’s wife’s uncle—over whether katharsis (purification, purging), the term Aristotle [384-322 BCE; author of Poetics, ca. 335 BCE] used to describe the effect of tragedy on an audience, had primarily a medical or a religious connotation.

[Sigmund] Freud [Austrian neurologist; 1856-1939] himself would complicate the categories again in his study of hysteria: a disease marked by diverse physical symptoms in the absence of a physiological cause, occurring primarily in women. In the eighteen-eighties, Josef Breuer [Austrian physician; 1842-1925] came up with and introduced Freud to a treatment he called the cathartic method. In Freud’s subsequent works, which were more radical and which proposed treating physical symptoms through, for example, the interpretation of dreams [Freud’s book of this title was published in 1899], he drew support from his knowledge of the temples of Asklepios, alluding to “such familiar procedures” from antiquity as “the elicitation of oracular dreams by sleeping in the temple precincts.” The records from the Asklepion at Epidaurus mentioned patients whose symptoms—headaches, paralysis, blindness, stomach distress—matched those of hysteria.

Freud had identified closely with the character of Oedipus since he was in high school, where he studied classical Greek. At the University of Vienna, he dreamed that he would be recognized for solving the riddle of the Sphinx. In his psychoanalytic office, he had an approximately two-thousand-year-old Greek Sphinx statue on his table and a reproduction of Ingres’s “Oedipus and the Sphinx” over the couch. His bookplates had a Sphinx on them. For Freud’s fiftieth birthday, his followers gave him a medallion engraved with an image of Oedipus and the Sphinx. Some sources say that, when Freud read the inscription—a quote from Sophocles that read, roughly, “he who knew the famous riddles and was a most powerful man”—he went pale: his adolescent fantasy had come true.

The basic insight of psychology, as it has come to us via Freud, is closely connected to the riddle of the Sphinx: “What is that which has one voice and yet becomes four-footed and two-footed and three-footed?” Oedipus’ answer is man—who crawls as a baby, walks unassisted as an adult, and uses a cane in old age. Thus do some strands of psychology tell us that babies and children are already people, with emotions and boundaries and dignity that can be violated, and that these violations cause sickness in adults. Psychology also tells us that all adults, with no exceptions, were once babies, and aren’t free from the indignities they suffered in this capacity. These truths may seem self-evident, and classicists have occasionally critiqued the riddle of the Sphinx for being too easy: why was nobody able to solve it before Oedipus? And yet, however clear it is to us, intellectually, that the adult who walks around on two feet is the same person as the baby who crawled on hands and knees, we rarely acknowledge it fully. The adult doesn’t look the same as the baby, or feel the same. “Former baby” isn’t part of anyone’s self-image. All we want is to forget that we were ever so weak and helpless.

The riddle of the Sphinx plays out in the plot of “Oedipus,” particularly in a scene near the end where the truth finally comes out. Two key figures from Oedipus’ infancy are brought in for questioning: the Theban shepherd, who was supposed to kill baby Oedipus but didn’t; and the Corinthian messenger to whom he handed off the maimed child. The Theban shepherd is walking proof that the Sphinx’s riddle is hard, because that man can’t recognize anyone: not the Corinthian, whom he last saw as a young man, and certainly not Oedipus, a baby with whom he’d had a passing acquaintance decades earlier. “It all took place so long ago,” he grumbles. “Why on earth would you ask me?”

“Because,” the Corinthian (David Strathairn) explained genially on Zoom, “this man whom you are now looking at was once that child.”

This, for me, was the scene with the catharsis in it. At a certain point, the shepherd (Frankie Faison) clearly understood everything, but would not or could not admit it. Oedipus, now determined to learn the truth at all costs, resorted to enhanced interrogation. “Bend back his arms until they snap,” Isaac said icily; in another window, Faison screamed in highly realistic agony. Faison was a personification of psychological resistance: the mechanism a mind develops to protect itself from an unbearable truth. Those invisible guardsmen had to nearly kill him before he would admit who had given him the baby: “It was Laius’s child, or so people said. Your wife could tell you more.”

Tears glinted in Isaac’s eyes as he delivered the next line, which I suddenly understood to be the most devastating in the whole play: “Did . . . she . . . give it to you?” How had I never fully realized, never felt, how painful it would have been for Oedipus to realize that his parents hadn’t loved him?

In a famous early essay called “The Aetiology of Hysteria” (1896; [aetiology, or etiology, is the study of the causes, origins, or reasons behind the way that things are, or the way they function, or it can refer to the causes themselves]), Freud described his treatment of eighteen patients suffering from severe hysterical symptoms. In each case, he laboriously traced each symptom back as far as human memory would go—all the way to early childhood. Over the course of more than a hundred hours, each patient independently recovered a memory of early-childhood sexual trauma. The trauma frequently involved an interaction with an adult, often a close relative, like a father. Both Freud and the patients were horrified. The patients’ memories were “reproduced with the greatest reluctance,” Freud wrote. “While they are recalling these infantile experiences to consciousness, they suffer under the most violent sensations, of which they are ashamed and which they try to conceal.”

Freud was extremely reluctant to believe that eighteen people from respected Vienna families could have been abused as children. (Indeed, he soon backed away from this conclusion, developing his idea of the Oedipus complex, according to which the incestuous abuse wasn’t a real memory, but rather an infantile fantasy.) But, at least in 1896, he found himself unable not to believe the experiences that the patients relived in front of him. The remembered scenes fit the larger story with the specificity of a missing puzzle piece; in two cases, he found witnesses to corroborate the patients’ memories. So, in “The Aetiology of Hysteria,” as in “Oedipus the King,” an investigation into an inexplicable physical illness (hysteria for Freud, plague for Sophocles) turns up a seemingly unrelated, decades-old, father-implicating act of violence against a child. Wrestling out the truth is a huge ordeal. The ex-child denies it as long as possible. When the truth is finally spoken, the plague is over.

When I talked to Bryan Doerries over Zoom after the performance, he told me that he had initially planned to stage “Oedipus” with a focus on climate change. The themes were all there: a prophecy denied; children paying for the sins of the fathers; a plague that “ravaged the land, killing the cattle and the crops,” and which Sophocles compared to a raging wildfire; as well as birth defects (“our women die in labor, delivering shrivelled [sic] little corpses. . .”). He was hoping to cast Greta Thunberg as Tiresias or the chorus. But once covid-19 happened, and a physical plague started revealing and exacerbating the preëxisting conditions of the body politic, a new application suggested itself. (A U.K. production of “Oedipus,” starring Damian Lewis, is scheduled for September 3rd [2020]. “The narrative of a leader who discovers that he’s the contagion will probably have a different resonance there,” Doerries reflected; [then-Prime Minister] Boris Johnson had just returned to work after his own bout of covid-19.)

Doerries’s first encounter with Greek tragedy was playing one of the children in [Euripides’] “Medea” [431 BCE]. (That’s the one where Medea kills her children: his one line was, “No, no, the sword is falling!”) It was 1985, and he was nine years old. The performance took place at a community college in Newport News [Virginia], where Doerries’s father taught experimental psychology. Doerries describes his father as one of the last old-school behaviorists, a follower of B. F. Skinner [psychologist, behaviorist, inventor, and social philosopher; 1904-90], who was known for his belief that free will is an illusion, and that human and animal behavior are determined by positive or negative conditioning. As a child, Doerries often visited his father’s lab, where he watched albino rats act out the fate dictated to them by rewards and punishments. In one experiment, rats were electrically shocked, seemingly at random, until they gave up on life, resting their heads on the floor of their cages and waiting to die.

Doerries went to Kenyon College [Gambier, Ohio], where he majored in classics, learning ancient Greek, Latin, Hebrew, and the principles of Biblical exegesis. When he and his father debated the meaning of Greek tragedy, his father thought the plays represented a world view in which people didn’t have “human agency or consciousness.” Doerries disagreed. The analogy he uses now for the working of fate in Greek tragedy is Type 2 diabetes, the disease that eventually killed his father. Most people who get the diagnosis, he explains, have a genetic predisposition—it’s “written into their DNA, like an ancient intergenerational curse”—but they can choose what they do with the knowledge, and that choice can change their own and others’ lives.

For his senior project, Doerries translated and staged Euripides’ “Bacchae,” using a Buick Skylark for the deus ex machina. A career choice loomed between academia and theatre. Interpreting a classical text, translating it, and directing a play are traditionally viewed as different jobs, to be done by different kinds of professionals, but Doerries saw them as one thing: a set of techniques to get old plays to work on new audiences. He applied to grad school for classics, then changed his mind and moved to New York to pursue directing.

[A deus ex machina (Latin from Greek; literally, ‘god from the machine’) is a plot device—occasionally still used today—whereby a seemingly unsolvable problem in a story is suddenly or abruptly resolved by an unexpected and unlikely occurrence. The term comes from the convention of actors playing gods being brought on stage using a machine, either a crane used to lower actors from above or a riser that brought them up through a trapdoor.]

In New York, he began dating Laura Rothenberg, a friend of many years, then a Brown [University, in Providence, Rhode Island] undergraduate, who had just gotten a double lung transplant in a long-shot effort to treat the cystic fibrosis she had been fighting since childhood. Becoming involved with her was kind of a test. As Doerries later wrote in “Theater of War,” a book about how his company came into being, “From the moment we first kissed, awkwardly, hesitantly, in her apartment, I knew I would soon face a choice, one that would define my own moral character and perhaps the rest of my life. If I truly cared for Laura, then I would put everything else on hold. . . . But a nagging and persistent voice of self-preservation within me said to run away, as fast as I could.”

[2015’s Theater of War: What Ancient Tragedies Can Teach Us Today (Alfred A. Knopf) was issued as a Vintage paperback in 2016 and is available as an e-book.  Part 1 of this series includes a review of Theater of War. Vintage had also issued several volumes of Doerries’s adaptations of Greek classic texts.]

He didn’t run away. Nor did the voice shut up. Doerries ended up being Rothenberg’s primary caretaker, and during that period he witnessed intubations, “air hunger,” and the “drowning on the inside” that accompanies cystic fibrosis. He was twenty-six, and had never felt so close to anyone, or realized his own “immense capacity to care for another person.” At the same time, he found himself discovering the limits of that compassion—the unbearableness, at times, of the plea to be present—and had never felt so alone.

It was then that he reread Sophocles’ “Philoctetes.” It felt as if it had been written for him. When the play starts, Philoctetes has been stranded for ten years on a desert island, with a suppurating, foul-smelling wound on his foot. He was bitten by a snake when he and the other Greek warriors stopped on an island on the way to fight in the Trojan War. His agonized screams were destroying the other soldiers’ morale, so Odysseus left him behind. Then the Trojan War dragged on for a decade, and a seer told Odysseus that the Greeks couldn’t win without Philoctetes. Now Odysseus has come back to the island to get him—bringing a young soldier, Neoptolemus, to do the talking.

Doerries realized that “Philoctetes” was about chronic illness—the way every sick person is on a desert island—and about the temptation to leave them there and forget about them. After Rothenberg died, in 2003, at the age of twenty-two, he started work on a translation of the play. By the time he was finishing it, Doerries was back in a hospital, where his father was recovering from a kidney transplant, necessitated by his worsening diabetes. (Doerries’s father had found out about the diabetes in 1976, the year Doerries was born, but had eventually given up on changing his life style, viewing the diagnosis as fate.)

Doerries now calls hospitals his “finishing school”: the place where he came into contact with what the Greek plays were about. In 2007, at the Weill Cornell medical school, he staged the first Theater of War Productions-style event: a dramatic reading of “Philoctetes,” followed by a discussion. It was written up in the Times, and when Doerries’s father, who was suffering from an ulcerated foot, read the article, he missed the mention of Philoctetes and thought he was reading about himself and his foot.

[The Times report Batuman refers to is “The Difficult Patient, a Problem Old as History (or Older)” by Abigail Zuger, published on 6 March 2007.  Another Times article on Doerries, Theater of War, and Philoctetes is “The Anguish of War for Today’s Soldiers, Explored by Sophocles” by Patrick Healy, 12 November 2009, which will be posted in Part 4 of this series.]

In June, I saw Theater of War Productions do a Zoom staging of a scene from “Philoctetes” for Baltimore-area front-line health-care workers. Neoptolemus (Jesse Eisenberg) was trying to get Philoctetes (David Strathairn) to agree to help the Greeks. Philoctetes kept seeming like he was going to agree, then would start screaming in pain, expressing his anger at Odysseus, his fear of being abandoned again. The scene was extremely hard to watch. A respiratory technician said afterward that she felt as if she was hearing what the covid-19 patients she dealt with were thinking, but did not have the lung capacity to express. Eisenberg’s face registered all the dismay of someone who is realizing, belatedly, just what he signed up for: being on a desert island face to face with a screaming embodiment of unmeetable need.

Doerries described “Philoctetes” to me as a “moment of concrescence”—a “dawning that this is a path for me out of all this.” As in a Freudian case history, new pieces kept fitting into the puzzle. A few weeks later, reading about the Walter Reed scandal, in which Iraq and Afghanistan veterans were left languishing in an understaffed D.C. hospital plagued by vermin, black mold, and bureaucratic dysfunction, Doerries started to think about Philoctetes, too, as a veteran. Technological advances in warfare and medicine had created “a subclass of patients” like him, all abandoned on their islands to live potentially long and unbearable lives. A few months later, he read another exposé about a hundred and twenty-one incidents of Iraq and Afghanistan veterans who, on their return to the United States, were charged with killing someone. Reading about soldiers who come home only to “find themselves at war with their spouses, their children, their fellow service members, the world at large and ultimately themselves,” Doerries realized he was seeing a multiplication of Sophocles’ “Ajax”: the tragedy of a war hero who loses his friend, comes home mad with grief, massacres livestock, and tries, in Doerries’s translation, to strangle his wife in his sleep. How had Doerries not recognized in it a textbook description of combat trauma?

[According to Wikipedia: “The Walter Reed Army Medical Center neglect scandal refers to a series of allegations of unsatisfactory conditions, treatment of patients, and management at the Walter Reed Army Medical Center (WRAMC) in Washington, D.C., culminating in two articles published by The Washington Post in February 2007. Several cases of patient neglect and shoddy living conditions were reported as early as 2004.”

[The Washington Post article that reported the Walter Reed scandal was “Soldiers Face Neglect, Frustration At Army's Top Medical Facility” by Dana Priest and Anne Hull, 18 February 2007. The “exposé” to which the writer refers is Deborah Sontag and Lizette Alvarez’s 13 January 2008 New York Times article “Iraq veterans leave a trail of death and heartbreak in U.S.”]

Sophocles himself had been a general in the Athenian army—at least twice. And it wasn’t just Sophocles: Aeschylus’ gravestone, which didn’t mention that he was a playwright, praised him for fighting in the Battle of Marathon [10 September 490 BCE, during the Persian invasion of Greece]. Sophocles, Aeschylus, and Euripides, the three most famous Greek tragedians, wrote their works in the course of a century in which Athens was at war for roughly eighty years. Every citizen—a category that excluded women, children, and slaves—was also a soldier. They were constantly having to fight, and then return home. How many great tragedies—“Agamemnon,” “The Madness of Heracles”—were about men who couldn’t switch the social contract back on?

Doerries started thinking of Greek tragedy in functional terms, as “ritual reintegration, for combat veterans, by combat veterans.” It was, in a way, a continuation of his argument with his father. If his father had viewed the plays as more or less static representations of a fatalistic world view, Bryan saw them as an “ancient technology”—a program that you run, on an audience, to do something specific. What if he could start it up again?

In 2008, Doerries mounted his first combat-trauma event, for several hundred Marines and their families, in a Hyatt ballroom in San Diego. In his book, he describes the ensuing scene of painful awkwardness, with Marines in the back of the room “nursing Budweisers, gazing at the floor,” and everyone cringing as Ajax and Philoctetes screamed unsayable things at the top of their lungs.

In the discussion afterward, the unsayable continued to be said. “My husband went away four times to war, and each time he returned, like Ajax, dragging invisible bodies into our house,” stated the wife of a Navy seal, who was also the mother of a Marine. She invoked the words of Ajax’s wife, asking his comrades for help: “How can I say something that should never be spoken? You would rather die than hear what I’m about to say.” A nun who had been an Army chaplain stood up and said that one of Ajax’s lines—“Witness how the generals have destroyed me!”—was something she’d heard from countless soldiers.

At that point, the wife of the assistant commandant of the Marine Corps, who was sitting in the front with some other generals’ wives, stood up and accused the nun and the seal’s wife of undermining their husbands. “This is about healing, not assigning blame!” Soon, at least thirty people were lined up at the microphone. The session became a conversation between people usually prevented by different hierarchies and norms from addressing one another. Not long afterward, the Theater of War Productions got a $3.7 million contract from the Pentagon to replicate the program on military sites around the world.

During the First World War, soldiers who had fought in trenches began to display a range of troubling symptoms: muteness, speech disorders, nightmares, paralyses, blindness, headaches, and uncontrollable screaming. Some military doctors noted their similarity to the symptoms of hysterical women, but hesitated to diagnose the soldiers with hysteria, at risk of impugning their courage and masculinity. The new diagnosis they invented, “shell shock,” was based on a theory, later disproved, that its cause was “organic” damage resulting from proximity to exploding shells. Despite its manly name, the treatment for shell shock, Elaine Showalter points out, was pretty much the same as the treatment for hysteria: torture, by electric shocks and isolation, designed to get the patient back in the trenches A.S.A.P.

In the nineteen-seventies and eighties, it became increasingly clear that hysteria and shell shock shared not just many symptoms but also an underlying mechanism. Studies conducted or supported by second-wave feminists were yielding new data on domestic violence, rape, and child abuse, at the same time that Vietnam veterans and antiwar activists were finally managing to get combat trauma recognized as a legitimate affliction. Repeated assaults on women and children, often by the people they most trusted, had been producing the same feelings of unremitting physical terror, loss of self, and blockages of memory and language that soldiers experienced in a war. In other words, what had seemed to be a lot of different problems, or non-problems, with different causes, or with no cause, was accepted as a single, real phenomenon. This was the foundational insight of what became known as trauma studies as we might think of it today. In 1980, post-traumatic stress disorder (P.T.S.D.) was added to the DSM-III [Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, 3rd edition (1980)], based on data from Vietnam vets, Holocaust survivors, and the survivors of sexual trauma.

Judith Herman, an eminent figure in trauma studies, has observed that every advancement in the study of trauma has taken place only with the help of an accompanying progressive political movement. “It never happened; the victim lies; the victim exaggerates; the victim brought it upon herself; and in any case it is time to forget the past and move on”: trauma is inevitably met by the same denials, which are advanced by perpetrators, and accepted by everyone else, because we are all predisposed to identify with power. (By the same token, soldiers come home to realize that “no one wants to know the real truth about war.”) Believing victims is a lot more work than believing people who have brought about, or benefit from, the status quo; after all, perpetrators and beneficiaries ask only for our neutrality, whereas a victim asks us to listen to, and empathize with, their long, awful story. Furthermore, believing the disempowered involves overcoming some of our most deeply ingrained ideas, like that it’s natural or appropriate for children and women to be subordinated in the family, or for young men to be sacrificed in wars. The recognition of trauma becomes so controversial that it ends up being suppressed, unless it is legitimized by a political movement. Rape trauma wasn’t taken to be credible and real until second-wave feminism emerged; the antiwar movement did the same thing for combat trauma. The major progressive movements of recent years, #MeToo and Black Lives Matter, are both about acknowledging the credibility of certain long-denied traumas. The broken N.D.A.s and the cell-phone videos put new information into the public sphere. Something many individuals had known, and even experienced, but hadn’t always named to themselves or to others, became accepted as reality. The reason Greek tragedy works for so many of our social issues is that virtually all the tragedies, like the social issues, dramatize the conservative, contagious impulse to deny trauma: to negate that anyone is a victim or that anything bad is happening. Then someone defies the impulse and screams horrifying stuff that nobody wants to hear, and the spell is broken.

Where does the impulse of victim-denial come from? Many psychologists of trauma would say that the answer is early childhood. The psychoanalyst Alice Miller [Polish-Swiss psychologist, psychoanalyst, and philosopher; 1923-2010] traced numerous individual and political ills to “the Fourth Commandment”—the one about honoring thy parents—some version of which exists in many religions. For Miller, it might more accurately be translated as “Thou shalt not be aware,” because it has produced a taboo against children admitting the reality of their own experiences. Even the life of a loved infant is not an easy one. According to Miller, parents often have children in order to satisfy their own unmet needs for love, respect, and attention, or to please their own parents. (The phrase “have children” itself, perhaps, carries the implication that children are their parents’ property: a moral and legal notion that has been with us since Aristotle.) Infants, being totally dependent on their caretakers for their survival, come to live in mortal terror of disappointing their parents and losing their love.

“For most people, the idea that they were not loved by their parents is unbearable,” Miller writes. “The more evidence there is for this deprivation, the more strongly these people cling to the illusion.” In other words, the first victim we don’t believe is ourselves. What most of us are unable to feel for these powerless former selves is the “pity and terror”—the Aristotelian catharsis—that is evoked in the course of a tragedy like “Oedipus.” Before the catharsis, when Oedipus is asked about his scars, he reacts only with shame: “Why do you speak of that ancient disgrace? . . . A shameful disfigurement that has scarred me since birth.” He must believe that the scars are inborn (not inflicted by his parents), and also somehow his own fault (“shameful,” “a disgrace”). It’s only through the confrontation with the Theban shepherd that he is able to feel, in all its belated immediacy, the terror he had to block off in order to survive. But, by that point, he has already passed on his trauma to all the “children of Thebes,” including his literal sons—whom he curses, and who eventually murder each other in a civil war.

Repressed trauma produces wars, just as it is produced by them, in armies structured like families, with junior people forbidden to criticize their superiors. Based on her study of the German child-rearing manuals popular around Hitler’s parents’ generation, Alice Miller, who was a Holocaust survivor, concluded that beating children “for their own good”—training them to accept and idealize their own abuse—is the perfect way to produce obedient subjects of an authoritarian government. Children whose perceptions haven’t been respected become adults who support strongmen who rule by gaslighting and disinformation. Children who aren’t allowed “to be aware of their own needs or to defend their own interests,” as she wrote, will never know them.

This is the simplest answer to the much-debated question of why people vote against their own interests: the connection between “my interests” and “good” has been scrambled at an early age. Christopher Wylie, the Cambridge Analytica whistle-blower, has said that the algorithm he worked on there found that one of the strongest predictors for vulnerability to alt-right nationalism is whether a person is in favor of corporal punishment for children. The algorithm was initially devised to identify potential isis recruits, who apparently share the alt-right’s enthusiasm for beating children. The worship of power, the silencing of dissent and of logic, and the dehumanization of everyone perceived as weak or other are characteristics shared by authoritarian groups across the ideological spectrum. They might, according to Miller’s study, exercise a magnetic effect on people who were dehumanized as children.

[According to Wikipedia: “Wylie [b. 1989] is a British-Canadian data consultant. He is noted as the whistleblower who released a cache of documents [in March 2018] to The Guardian he obtained while he worked at Cambridge Analytica [former British political consulting firm, closed in 2018]. This prompted the Facebook-Cambridge Analytica data scandal, which triggered multiple government investigations and raised wider concerns about privacy, the unchecked power of Big Tech, and Western democracy's vulnerability to disinformation.”]

The Trump Administration is known for its readiness to put children in harm’s way, whether by actually placing them in cages, or by maintaining, despite evidence to the contrary, that they are “almost immune” to covid-19. It is a truism among standup comics and on Twitter that Trump wasn’t loved as a child; a new memoir by the President’s psychologist niece makes the house of Fred Trump sound a lot like the house of Laius: a place where children are raised to become “killers,” and kindness is viewed as a form of criminal idiocy. But the immense political and economic harm caused by the dehumanization of children has not yet been treated as the urgent public-health crisis it is.

Invoking childhood is often dismissed as a way of depoliticizing, of trying to “reduce” the affairs of nations to what happened between mommy and daddy. And yet, as [Leo] Tolstoy [Russian writer; 1828-1910] shows in his quarantine-compatible classic “War and Peace” [1867], what happens between mommy and daddy may cause little Nikolai or Petya to flee their feelings of humiliation and disempowerment by joining a war, thus determining the fate of nations. We must do for childhood what the second-wave feminists did for the lives of women (and tried, in some radical cases, to do for children): politicize and de-privatize, eroding the rules that turn each family into a closed-off realm where the weakest players (women, children) have no recourse against the strongest (men, adults).

Perhaps the greatest obstacle to seeing the political reality of childhood is our attachment to the moral scaffolding of individual blame and personal responsibility. Within this framework, to ascribe any of Hitler’s actions to his upbringing is seen as going easy on Hitler, or as blaming the Holocaust on Hitler’s parents. And yet, to quote Alice Miller, “it is not a matter of assigning blame to individual parents . . . but of identifying a hidden societal structure that determines our lives.” Western thought since Aristotle has largely construed children as lacking in reason and thus in full personhood. The resulting systemic inability to view children as fully human resembles the kind of moral alibi that has been used to excuse slavery and anti-Black racism, and is still with us in parts of the law and custom. Early learning—especially the education of children between birth and age three, which is the period when the most brain development takes place—is widely viewed either as the inalienable labor of mothers, or as an unskilled job rightly left to low-status women.

The essence of structural or systemic problems is that they can’t be solved by isolating and punishing individual culprits, leaving the rest of the society pure. Which individuals should be isolated, punished, or removed, so that our workplaces aren’t toxic to women? Which individual is really a racist? The power of “Oedipus” is that it eventually reveals such questions to be the wrong ones. Who is to blame for the Plague of Thebes? Is it Oedipus, because he killed Laius? But Laius tried to kill him, when he was a defenseless baby. Then again, Laius thought the baby was going to kill him. On the other hand, Laius raped the son of the king of Pelops, and yet, if you look up why Laius raped the son of the king of Pelops, it all really started when he was driven from Thebes in his youth. And on and on.

By introducing the theme of plague into his “Oedipus,” Sophocles invites us to replace the mechanism of blame with that of contagion. Of course, within a given plague, individuals may be responsible for making things worse: mask refuseniks, governors who won’t issue stay-at-home orders, or, you know, Pericles, for making the whole Attic countryside crowd into Athens. But we don’t normally expect whoever gave us a respiratory virus to be punished. Questions of personal responsibility are ultimately viewed as secondary to questions of cure and containment.

It is in the context of contagion that I first felt able to understand the role of fate, which is surely the most foreign thing to us in Greek drama. “So does he have a choice, or doesn’t he?” we ask in exasperation. It’s the conundrum that Doerries and his father used to argue about, and it’s at the heart of the confusion elicited by questions of systemic injustice: “How responsible or complicit am I?” Defunding the police and decriminalizing mental illness, addiction, and poverty are ways to shift the conversation from “Who is to blame?” to “What is to be done?” Fate, like plague, gives us a way to remove guilt and innocence from the equation. Fate is plague. We are what we catch. But that doesn’t mean there’s no way to change it.

If we borrow the terms of Greek drama, 2020 might be viewed as the year of anagnorisis: tragic recognition. On August 9th, the sixth anniversary of the shooting of Michael Brown, I watched the Theater of War Productions put on a Zoom production of “Antigone in Ferguson”: an adaptation of Sophocles’ “Oedipus” narrative sequel, with the chorus represented by a demographically and ideologically diverse gospel choir. Oscar Isaac was back, this time as Creon, Oedipus’ successor as king. He started out as a bullying inquisitor (“I will have your extremities removed one by one until you reveal the criminal’s name”), ordering Antigone (Tracie Thoms) to be buried alive, insulting everyone who criticized him, and accusing Tiresias of corruption. But then Tiresias, with the help of the chorus, persuaded Creon to reconsider. In a sustained gospel number, the Thebans, armed with picks and shovels, led by their king, rushed to free Antigone.

“Antigone” being a tragedy, they got there too late, resulting in multiple deaths, and in Isaac’s once again totally losing his shit. It was almost the same performance he gave in “Oedipus,” and yet, where Oedipus begins the play written into a corner, between walls that keep closing in, Creon seems to have just a little more room to maneuver. His misfortune—like that of Antigone and her brother—feels less irreversible. I first saw “Antigone in Ferguson” live, last year, and, in the discussion afterward, the subject of fate—inevitably—came up. I remember how Doerries gently led the audience to view “Antigone” as an illustration of how easily everything might happen differently, and how people’s minds can change. I remember the energy that spread through the room that night, in talk about prison reform and the urgency of collective change.

Tragic theatre and democracy arose around the same time in Athens, and some scholars maintain that the two are related: that Athens’s “homegrown literary vehicle allowed its citizens to think through how to run their democracy.” It’s a tempting theory, especially with “Antigone” in mind. On August 9th, the performance was followed by a panel discussion with the Mothers of the Movement, an activist group comprising women whose Black children have been killed by police. “Antigone was very much like us,” said Marion Gray-Hopkins, whose nineteen-year-old son Gary Hopkins, Jr., was killed in 1999. “Creon is very much like the legislators that we are dealing with every single day.” Gwen Carr, the mother of Eric Garner, beamed in her Zoom window and said, “Yes!” [Garner was killed in 2014 on Staten Island, New York, when a New York City police officer put him in a prohibited chokehold.]

“I was kind of proud of him,” Gray-Hopkins continued, of Creon. She noted that he had initially seemed impermeable to reason and to new information, and then suddenly “decided he was listening. So we are continuing to talk to people,” she said, “because somebody is hearing our voice.”

[Elif Batuman has been a staff writer at the New Yorker since 2010.  Her novel, Either/Or, was published in May 2020.

[Because I was taken a little by surprise by the length of Batuman’s New Yorker article, which caused me to include only two of the articles I’d selected for this series in Part 3, I will be posting Part 4 on Monday, 1 July.]


25 June 2024

Theater of War, Part 2

 

[One of the things that has interested me in my reading about Bryan Doerries’s Theater of War and their work is the way the script-writer and artistic director selects a specific play from the classic repertoire for each problem he wants to address. 

[Then he creates the reading text himself—he was schooled as a classicist and translator—to suit the issue so that it’ll bring out the crux of each situation he wants his audience, made up of members of the community who suffer the most directly from the specific conflict—nurses, for instance, and the burn-out they experienced during the two-year pandemic brought on by the corona virus. 

[I’m starting with another look at the readings of Henrik Ibsen’s An Emeny of the People this year, and then I’ll work backwards chronologically and look at other crises handled by other plays.  There are four articles from various publications in Part 2 below.

[I should point out to readers who haven’t seen Part 1 (posted on 22 June) that it begins with a brief backgrounder of the company and some of its aims and tactics.  It might be worth your while to go back now, before reading Part 2, and read that profile (as well as the two other pieces posted in that first installment).]

AN ENEMY OF THE
PEOPLE ENCOURAGES COMMUNITY DIALOGUE
by Dorothy Yaqub
 

[Part 1 of this series of posts on Theater of War focused largely on the reading of Henrik Ibsen’s An Enemy of the People as a way to examine the dilemma of the public health professionals' apparent conflict with the general population, most notably during the COVID pandemic. 

[I’m starting off my coverage of some of the other conflicts Bryan Doerries and his troupe confronted with other plays and texts with another look at the Ibsen reading by Dorothy Yaqub from the Kenyon Collegian of 11 April 2024.  The Kenyon Collegian is the official student newspaper of Kenyon College in Gambier, Ohio.]

Bryan Doerries ’98 co-founded Theater of War Productions in 2009 with a specific goal in mind. “We present readings and performances of seminal texts to create the conditions for dialogue about challenging and sometimes divisive, hard-to-discuss issues,” he told the audience gathered in Oden Auditorium [at Kenyon College] on Sunday afternoon [14 April 2024]. It was the second of two staged readings of Henrik Ibsen’s 1882 play An Enemy of the People, which Doerries himself adapted and directed [see Part 1, 22 June 2024]. The first performance was staged the previous night at the Knox Memorial Theater in Mount Vernon [Ohio].

The original version of An Enemy of the People is a lengthy play. Its five acts tell the story of Thomas Stockmann, a doctor in a small Norwegian town who discovers that the local water supply is contaminated. When Stockmann tries to alert the community to this crisis, he is scapegoated and shunned. Doerries’ adaptation features only the third and fourth acts of the play, which depict the doctor’s decision to call a town meeting about the contamination and the meeting itself, where Stockmann is shouted down by the townspeople. [I inserted a note about the play and its background in the first section of Part 1 of this serial post.]

The cast featured a diverse array of figures, ranging from professional actors (David Strathairn of “Nomadland”) to Mount Vernon public officials (Mayor Matthew T. Starr) to a Kenyon student (Osose Omofomah ’26) — there was even a cameo from President Julie Kornfeld [of Kenyon College]. However, the official performers were far from the only participants. During the scene of the town meeting, the audience was encouraged to take on the role of local attendees, shouting their opinions and heckling the doctor. Omofomah praised this element of the production in an email to the Collegian: “I thought it was really intriguing to observe the audience’s reactions change and evolve as the play wore on.”

After the performance concluded, the actors were replaced by a group of five panelists, with different community members composing the Saturday and Sunday panels. Each panelist briefly introduced themselves and shared their thoughts on An Enemy of the People’s modern-day relevance. Following these statements, Doerries turned the discussion over to the audience. Both in-person and Zoom attendees took turns asking questions and sharing their own insights about the play.

One topic that was clearly on everyone’s mind was public health. In a post-pandemic world, the town folks’ scapegoating of the doctor reminded audience members of COVID-19 denialism. They also discussed a variety of social issues, including access to clean drinking water and breakdown of democracy. “I’ve seen this three times now, and what struck me today was mob rule,” one attendee said. “It’s so terrifying, and we’re seeing it today in this country.”

This was just one of the many passionate testimonials that audience members shared. The panelists responded to each person thoughtfully, so even though the topics of discussion were serious, the dialogue session felt positive and productive. “I really enjoyed being a part of such a visceral and powerful experience for everyone involved, including the other actors on the panel and the audience who were constantly challenging us in our performances,” Omofomah reflected. Although An Enemy of the People’s protagonist may not have succeeded in his mission to save the town, Doerries certainly succeeded in his mission to create community dialogue.

[Dorothy Yaqub (Kenyon College class of 2026) is a journalist for the Kenyon Collegian, focusing on local news and events in Gambier, Ohio.  Her articles cover a range of topics including arts and culture, student organizations, and community events.  Yaqub aims to provide readers with engaging and informative stories that highlight the vibrant and diverse community at Kenyon College.] 

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A CONFLICT-THEATRE TROUPE
VISITS A LAND OF STRIFE (COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY)
by Eric Lach
 

[The New Yorker posted Eric Lach’s look at the very current—and thorny—problem of student demonstrations from opposite perspectives on the Israeli war in Gaza on 4 March 2024.]

Theater of War productions tries [sic] to create a dialogue about Israel and Palestine through the Iliad and “The Trojan Women.”

The director and translator Bryan Doerries stood by the stage in Columbia University’s Miller Theatre the other night, watching an audience of students, faculty, and alumni file in. Since 2006, Doerries, who founded Theater of War Productions, has put on performances in locations riven by trauma and strife: military bases, prisons, gang-dominated neighborhoods, opioid-gripped towns. An Ivy League campus in 2024 was as volatile a venue as his troupe had encountered. Since October 7th, Columbia has been wrenched by protests, rage, and grief, with students, faculty, and alumni drawing rhetorical battle lines in support of either Israel or Palestine—yet Doerries expressed no trepidation. “In our form, the whole point is that the audience is the main character,” he said. “What Theater of War does for institutions is create conditions for dialogue that they couldn’t create for themselves.”

Three hundred and forty people had R.S.V.P.’d. College I.D.s were checked at the door. Doerries had chosen to present two passages from ancient Greek literature: Book VI of the Iliad, when the doomed Trojan warrior Hector bids farewell to both his wife, Andromache, and his young son, Astyanax; and the climax of Euripides’ [480-ca. 406 BCE] “The Trojan Women” [415 BCE], in which the freshly widowed Andromache is informed that a victorious Greek war council, led by Odysseus, has decided to execute her son, raze her city, and cart her off into slavery. The texts were Doerries’s translations. “If the dating is correct,” he said, “then the audience that originally watched ‘The Trojan Women’ would have been a militarized democracy that had just committed the kinds of atrocities, on the island of Melos, as the characters in the play.” After the performance, Doerries would lead a discussion. “We read something,” he said. “And then we break it open.”

[The Siege of Melos (according to Wikipedia): “During the Peloponnesian War (431-404 BC) between Athens and Sparta, the Melians made some small donations to the Spartan war effort, but remained largely neutral despite sharing the Spartans’ Dorian ethnicity. In 426 BC, the Athenians raided the Melian countryside, and the following year demanded tribute, but Melos refused. In the summer of 416 BC, Athens invaded again with 3,400 men, and demanded that Melos ally with them against Sparta, or be destroyed. The Melians rejected this, so the Athenian army laid siege to the city and eventually captured it in the winter. After the city’s fall, the Athenians executed all the adult men, and sold the women and children into slavery. They then settled 500 of their own colonists on the island.”]

From his spot beside the stage, Doerries waved at Clémence Boulouque, a professor of Jewish and Israel studies, who had helped plan the performance. She took a seat in the auditorium. Boulouque is a member of the university’s task force on antisemitism; the group’s records are being sought by the Republican-led House Committee on Education and the Workforce. The night’s turnout encouraged her. The production had been placed on a boycott list by the Columbia University Apartheid Divest coalition, a student group spurred, in part, by the university’s decision to suspend two other groups, Students for Justice in Palestine and Jewish Voice for Peace, both of which had been protesting the Israeli military’s mass killing of civilians in Gaza. “This is the reality here now,” Boulouque said. A few moments before the performance began, Minouche Shafik, the president of the university, sat down near Boulouque.

Doerries, who has a bushy beard and was wearing a black ball cap, introduced the players—five professional actors and seven students. The actors included the Tony winner Lois Smith, the Obie winner Elizabeth Marvel, and Glenn Davis, an artistic director of the Steppenwolf Theatre Company. The seven students, several of whom identified as Jewish or Arab, played the chorus. An eighth chorus member had got nervous and dropped out. The actors sat at a long table draped in black cloth. For an hour, they read their lines with blunt emotion.

[I’ve seen many of Lois Smith’s performances and reported on them on this blog.  See “The Illusion,” 1 July 2011; “Heartless,” 10 September 2012; “The Trip to Bountiful,” 25 May 2013; “The Old Friends,” 10 October 2013; and “John,” 1 September 2015.]

“I would prefer to be dead, the earth piled high above my remains, than to hear your blood-curdling screams as they drag you away,” Davis (Hector) told Marvel (Andromache).

“Oh, dearest women,” Smith (Hector’s mother, Hecuba) said. “The gods, the gods—all this time they only wished to see us suffer. So great was their hatred for Troy.”

When the readings were done, the professionals exited the stage, leaving the student chorus. Doerries appeared with a microphone and floated around the audience, collecting responses. “It’s as if nothing will be left of Troy,” a member of the chorus, who identified himself as Palestinian and Egyptian, said, kicking off the conversation. “That is something that worries me every day.” A woman in the front row spoke about the Greeks’ taking “hostages,” and the horror of mourning loved ones without being able to bury their bodies. Another student in the audience talked about “Hamlet” [William Shakespeare (1564-1616); written between 1599 and 1601].

Thirty minutes into the discussion, Shafik, the university president, left. The members of the chorus took note. “There’s a large part of the community who has been wanting to engage in dialogue,” a young woman, who identified herself as Israeli, said. “And it’s not been happening, no matter how many administrators we go to.”

Afterward, Smith ambled out to the lobby and looked for Doerries. He was her ride home. Ninety-three years old, Smith made her film début in 1955, in “East of Eden.” She was full of praise for the students. “There’s been this sense of ‘Oh, it’s so fraught,’” she said. “Thank God it’s not all explosive. There was very much a sense of their thoughtfulness and seriousness.” Doerries found Smith, and the two walked out.

[Eric Lach, a New Yorker staff writer, has contributed to the magazine since 2008.  His column on life in New York City appears regularly on newyorker.com.] 

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THEATER OF WAR, A VETERAN-HEALING PERFORMANCE,
IS COMING TO NYC
by Alex Mitchell 

[Alex Mitchell’s article about Theater of War’s reading of Sophocles’ Ajax to address the issue of suicide among combat veterans was posted to the website of the New York Post on 26 September 2023.]

A profound event that connects to veterans who may be struggling with life at home is coming to Roosevelt Island Wednesday [27 September 2023].

Theater of War Productions, an organization that uses ancient acting to connect with active and former military members, will be performing the ancient Greek tragedy “Ajax” with a star-studded cast at Four Freedoms Park from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. The event is free to attend both in person and online.

Jesse Eisenberg, Amy Ryan, Bill Camp and Ato Blankson-Wood are some of the lineup slated to read the intense script in front of more than 400 veterans – who have served as early as the Korean War [1950-53] – in addition to Blue Star families [the immediate family members of an active duty service member] and the Special Forces Association.

Although “Ajax” was written by Sophocles [ca. 496-406 BCE] in the 5th century B.C. [ca. 444 BCE], its content is something that even the most modern soldiers can connect with, according to Eduardo Jany, News Corp senior vice president of global security — a company which, in addition to Fox, partners with Theater of War Productions. [Rupert Murdoch’s News Corp. also owns the New York Post, the publisher of this article.]

The timeless link is particularly in how the titular Greek warrior, glorified as a mighty hero, spirals after losing his close friend Achilles in the Trojan War. Ensuing trauma leads to his eventual suicide.

“If you listen to the words spoken, you understand how it resonates with modern battle and our lives today,” Jany – a retired Marine colonel who also served in the Army and Special Forces and is reading the role of Agamemnon – told The Post.

“Nothing has changed. There is the same guilty psyche, the worry from family and friends.”

It is the intention of the table-style reading, similar to the 15 years of past runnings from Theater of War Productions, to reach veterans in a way that connects them – along with their families – to unresolved issues brought on by their time in and after service.

“After 30 years in the military, I am aware that emotions often wind up like rocks in a rucksack. Eventually, your knees will buckle if you do not let it out,” Jany said.

A community panel and discussion with those in attendance will occur afterward as a public health tool for attendees. It will begin with raw reactions from Jany, other veterans, and one spouse of a service member.

“That’s when the real performance begins . . . audience members relating those [ancient Greek] lines to often harrowing personal experiences they haven’t shared with people they know, let alone a community that’s coming together to collectively bear witness to them,” Bryan Doerries, Theater of War’s artistic director, told The Post of the many cathartic moments had in front of a community of veterans.

“We’re only now, in the 21st century, rediscovering what the Greeks knew 2,500 years ago — which is that real healing takes place in groups and real healing takes place in the public,” Doerries, who personally translated the text from Greek, added.

Doerries said that he has witnessed firsthand the powerful impacts and uncanny connections that the audience makes after a Theater of War reading.

In many ways, it has saved lives.

“There are people getting up and saying, ‘I was thinking about taking my own life, but I saw myself reflected in the character and now I’m going to pursue a path of healing,’ or ‘I checked myself into a 28-day treatment program for drug and alcohol abuse.’”

While Doerries was quick to commend millenials for bringing a softer conversation on trauma into the open that’s allowed events like Theater of War to succeed, Jany too has seen connections made to the text span generations.

“Older warriors have stood up with tears in their eyes . . . many will see the light bulb go off and say ‘I know what I need to do now,’” he said.

The remarkable healing effect that Theater of War has on service members is, in many ways. why so many celebrity actors — including Paul Giamatti, Damian Lewis and Adam Driver [a former Marine] to name a few — were more than willing to sign onto the project in years past.

“If you told me 16 years ago, before I got started, that reading a play for an audience could be of life and death significance for those in attendance, I would say that sounds really exaggerated,” Doerries said.

“But the actors and I know . . . sometimes hearing a play, and seeing an ancient story that reflects your own experiences back to you, can be just a thing that’s needed for someone to begin pursuing a path of healing.”

[There’s no connection of which I know between Doerries and Theater of War, and Scott Mann and The Heroes Journey, creator and producer of Last Out: Elegy of a Green Beret (see my post on 10 July 2023), but the rationale for both efforts—to let vets tell their stories—seems to come from the same impulse.

[On 3 September 2023, I posted an article called “Theater: A Healing Art.”  Mann’s Last Out has a prominent place in that discussion, along a with a few other plays and performances.  I didn’t know about Doerries and Theater of War at that time, but it clearly belongs in that effort as well.]

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CONFRONTING GRIEF, WITH MARGARET ATWOOD,
IN ‘THE NURSE ANTIGONE’
by Alisha Haridasani Gupta 

[Alisha Haridasani Gupta’s report in Theater of War’s reading of Antigone for audiences of nurses appeared in the print edition of the New York Times on 16 March 2022.]

A dramatic reading by Theater of War Productions will include the author and practicing nurses who have held the front line of the pandemic.

It was a tragedy — an ancient Greek tragedy — that brought together three nurses on a Zoom call one night last week.

Charlaine Lasse, 55, had rushed home to Bowie, Md., after a 12-hour shift at Anne Arundel Medical Center, propping open her laptop as soon as she got to her dining room table. Also on the call were Amy Smith, 52, a nurse practitioner at Northwell Health-GoHealth Urgent Care in New York who was winding down for the night, and Aliki Argiropoulos, 26, a registered nurse in Baltimore who was studying for an exam.

[Anne Arundel Medical Center is in Annapolis, Maryland, the state capital and the seat of Anne Arundel County. Annapolis is about 20 miles east of Bowie in Prince George’s County and 32 miles south of Baltimore, site of Johns Hopkins University, a renowned private university with highly-rated medical and nursing schools.  Bowie is about 27 miles south of Baltimore.]

After a few technical hiccups and brief introductions, they slipped into character, pretending to be elders in the city of Thebes.

“Oh, Light of the Sun, / more beautiful and / radiant than any rays / that have ever graced / this seven-gated city!” Argiropoulos said, kicking things off.

The three women were preparing for “The Nurse Antigone,” a dramatic reading of a translation of Sophocles’ “Antigone” [441 BCE] that is to be presented on Zoom on Thursday [17 March 2022] by Theater of War Productions. It will include famous names like the actors Bill Camp (“The Queen’s Gambit,” “A Long Day’s Journey Into Night”) and Taylor Schilling (“Orange Is the New Black”). The nurses will make up the chorus, though they have no professional acting experience — a fact that they share with one other famous co-star: the [Canadian] author Margaret Atwood [1985’s The Handmaid’s Tale].

Bryan Doerries, a founder of Theater of War Productions, said he wanted to present a play that specifically shined a light on the grief and anguish of nurses who have held the front line of the pandemic for the last two years. And “Antigone,” he added, touched on many of the themes that nurses around the world would be familiar with today. In the story, Antigone is determined to properly bury her brother — Polynices, the son of the former, disgraced king Oedipus — even though his burial has been forbidden by a decree from the new king, Creon. When she goes ahead and does what she thinks is right anyway, she is ordered to be buried alive.

“It’s a play about not being able to live up to your own standards of care and about deferred grief, which I think is the moral injury of the pandemic,” Doerries explained. “It’s an injury that has been visited upon nurses, not just because they lost their own because of their profession, but because they were also proxy family members for people in isolation.”

While most of the professional actors in this play have worked with Doerries on earlier projects, the addition of Atwood, who is portraying the blind prophet Tiresias, a character that pops up in several of Sophocles’ tragedies first as a man and then as a woman, was a fresh, last-minute addition. When the role opened up, Doerries said he turned to Atwood, who knows a thing or two about prophetic work. Her work, like “The Handmaid’s Tale,” “just seems so prescient,” he said. “One could see a Gilead easily emerging from the current climate.”

It wasn’t a hard sell. She responded to Doerries over email. “You want me to play an old, blind transgender prophet? That’s a dream come true!” he recalled her writing.

“We have a great admiration for nurses, and you just say yes to these things,” Atwood said later, during a call from her home in Toronto. “It’s like giving blood — you don’t say, ‘Well, on the one hand . . . and on the other.’”

The actors, both professional and nonprofessional, will not be wearing costumes (an attempt by Doerries to keep things unpolished and raw) — except for Atwood, who is the only one who needs some indicator that her character is blind. Days before the performance, she was contemplating a hooded cape that covered most of her face and possibly a pair of skeleton gloves.

The reading, which will be performed virtually and is the first in a yearlong initiative of 12 performances in collaboration with different nursing organizations around the country, comes about two years after the World Health Organization declared Covid-19 a pandemic. It’s a crisis that has left frontline medical workers so exhausted and traumatized that they are quitting their jobs in droves. And a recent survey of thousands of nurses by the American Association of Critical-Care Nurses found that 66 percent considered leaving their posts because of their experiences during the pandemic.

“Nurses talk about how in the beginning everybody was clapping and cheering and calling us heroes,” said Cynda Rushton, a leader in clinical ethics who teaches at Johns Hopkins Berman Institute of Bioethics and at Johns Hopkins School of Nursing, who helped Doerries recruit nurses for the play. “But then as time has gone on and you think about the social unrest, the political divide, the anger that has developed in response to the pandemic, nurses — as the people who are closest to the patient — have been the recipient of that anger or that violence and frustration.”

Theater of War Productions was founded in 2008 [the ToW website says 2009] to take community-based performances of Greek tragedies to military bases, hospitals and other venues to help active service members and veterans, as well as their spouses and other military-adjacent workers, process and share war trauma. In the 14 years since its founding, the group has expanded its mission beyond military circles to other communities in crisis: the homeless, the incarcerated and survivors of addiction, abuse, natural disaster or racial violence.

During the pandemic — as people across socioeconomic, racial and geographic lines were thrust into crisis, grief, isolation and sickness — Theater of War Productions pivoted to performances on Zoom, many exploring the “moral suffering of frontline health care workers,” Doerries said.

In May 2020, the group presented a virtual reading of “Oedipus the King” [also by Sophocles; 429-420 BCE], starring Oscar Isaac as Oedipus, as well as Frances McDormand, John Turturro and Jeffrey Wright. More than 15,000 people tuned in that night, Doerries said.

For that production, Doerries worked with Rushton to find professionals to act in the virtual productions and participate in the post-performance panels. But the pandemic series has mostly centered on physicians. After that first performance on Zoom, Rushton proposed focusing solely on nurses.

“I just kept at it like a little chihuahua on your heels, saying, ‘Bryan, the nurses! The nurses!’ We have to find a way to give voice to that experience.”

After the “Antigone” reading, which will be broadcast live to groups of gathered nurses across the country, the actors will be removed from the screen. Lasse, Smith and Argiropoulos will remain to participate in a discussion with three other nurses and to engage with the audience.

Smith, who works in emergency medical care, had worked with Doerries in February as a panelist. Returning as an actor, she said, felt like an opportunity to finally process some of the emotions and themes that she and nurses across the world have been too busy to tackle. “A lot of us, especially in nursing, have to keep moving,” Smith said. “There’s no time to stop and say, ‘Hey, let’s reflect on what just happened.’”

“Hopefully, the play is healing for people,” she said.

[Alisha Haridasani Gupta is a gender reporter for the New York Times, covering politics, business, technology, health and culture through the gender lens.  She writes the “In Her Words” newsletter.

[I have more articles that reveal how Theater of War uses different plays from the classic repertoire to address different issues arising from emotional conflicts among different communities.  I’ll be posting Part 3 of this series on 28 June, reaching further back in ToW’s history.]