24 January 2024

"Superheroes on Native Land," Part 2

by Todd London 

[Welcome to Rick On Theater for the second part of “Superheroes on Native Land.'”  In the first installment, posted on 21 January, readers met Lakota playwright Larissa FastHorse, the Cornerstone Theater Ensemble, and the Oyate—that is, the people of D/N/Lakota nations across what’s now known as South Dakota.  Author Todd London also covered some Native and theatrical history, and traced the first inklings of a play that would speak in the voices of D/N/Lakota communities.  From those communities, ROTters heard, among other things, a call for Native superheroes.

[Part 2 of this series was originally published on the American Theatre magazine website on 8 December 2023 (AMERICAN THEATRE | Superheroes on Native Land, Part 2).  The three parts of “Superheroes on Native Land” are connected, three installments of one story.  For the sake of continuity, I suggest reading Part 1 before reading Part 2.

[ROTters may be interested to know that I have reposted previous articles on Native American theater from AT, “‘Staging Our Native Nation,’” from 24 March to 8 April 2018.] 

After years of community work and some COVID setbacks, Cornerstone Theater assembles a cast, a set, and a tour for Larissa FastHorse’s ‘Wicoun.’

The Play Begins

 At the heart of this story, a troubled Lakota trans youth becomes a superhero. 

First came the COVID outbreak, then the playwright’s breakthrough. Then came the play, Wicoun [pronounced Wich’oon], a draft of which would be read three months later, in December 2022, for community audiences in Rapid City, S.D., and Kyle, S.D., with a statewide tour scheduled to begin the following May. 

Wicoun is an origin story about the making of a male superhero named Ahí. We meet Ahí as Áya, a teenager struggling with gender transition and a recent sexual assault. Assigned female gender at birth, Áya lives in a two-spirit or non-binary space with their gay cousin-sibling Khoskalaka, hoping one day to become fully Khoskalaka’s “brother.” Played by 9A (nee-nuh), an Oglala Lakota singer-songwriter who lives on the Pine Ridge Reservation, Áya’s journey mirrors 9A’s, as a trans woman for whom this project represents a way of “to say goodbye to the part of me that was like a man.”

In Wicoun, Áya spends the days fending off local predators—specifically a white tweaker named Todd—and suicidal thoughts that led to at least one previous attempt. The world spins threateningly around her and Khoskalaka, as we see at the top of the play, when a chorus of voices assaults the pair: “Why do you have to be such a freak? What’s wrong with you? Why can’t you be a normal girl? Get away from me, fag. Don’t be a sissy. You need a real man to make you a woman.” A final phrase is repeated twice: “Why don’t you just kill yourself?”

The teens have taken charge of a wild litter of children, a blurry brood of cousins, siblings, half-siblings, and, in the case of one boy named Bradley, a kid they’ve never seen before, who each assumed was related to the other. With no adults to be found and no models for “normal,” Áya and Khoskalaka are the only family they have. The teens are white-knuckling it, feeding the pack as best they can, putting them through school, and keeping them safe from neighborhood meth addicts, sexual predators, and other reservation dangers. First, though, they have to get them to bed.

That’s where Khoskalaka, played by Cornerstone ensemble member Kenny Ramos, comes in: A budding graphic artist, he produces homemade comics each night so that their charges have bedtime stories. Tonight’s story features zombies modeled on the neighborhood’s meth heads, as the teenager’s actual lives and the superhero version converge. Like the nightly cartoons themselves, playwright Larissa FastHorse’s comic play blends hilarity of approach with urgency of concern, entirely avoiding what director Michael John Garcés calls “reservation poverty porn.” Also much like FastHorse, Khoskalaka connects modern tales to traditional teachings of the Dakota/Nakota/Lakota nations, out of the belief that, when it comes to the problems of the day, “The Oceti Sakowin have lots of answers that we just don’t use anymore. I mean, think about the old stories. Our people had real power. Super power.”

Enter Elder Superhero. Very, very slowly.

Though “real life” superheroes will help Áya on her hero’s journey, the first to arrive as part of Khoskalaka’s comic book is Elder Superhero, whose task is to rid the neighborhood of zombies—i.e., tweakers pushing “methicine” on children. The idea is Áya’s: “It should be an elder that talks really slowly for a really, really long time…Tweakers are all anxious, right? The elder talks them into submission. The more stressed the tweaker gets, the slower the elder talks, until they fall asleep.”

Rosetta Badhand-Walker, who plays Elder Superhero, met Larissa and Michael in 2018 when they were in Arizona collecting stories for a previous Cornerstone residency. She knew nothing about the playwright or about Cornerstone but was “really intrigued,” then “pleasantly surprised,” by the way Larissa sat and listened as she documented the community’s concerns. Rosetta had never been in a space “where people from the outside came in and genuinely wanted to hear what we had to say.”

At that time she was a grassroots advocate to spur action from the Arizona House of Representatives on House Bill 2570, “Establishing A Study Committee on Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls.” Rosetta, like the character she ultimately played in Native Nation [2016; see Part 1], was working to spread awareness about an epidemic of violence against Indigenous Women “to non-Natives that really had no clue, no idea what was going on in Indian country across Turtle Island.” At 7 p.m., after a very long day at the House of Representatives, where she was part of the last group to give testimony, members of her committee dropped Rosetta off at Steel Indian School Park in Phoenix to audition for Native Nation.

“It was a long day, and I was so invigorated, so charged, so emotionally connected that I walked into that audition and it just spilled out, how I felt about it,” Rosetta recalled. She got cast and made her advocacy on behalf of the MMIW [missing and murdered Indigenous women; see Part 1] part of the play.

Stories are the elder’s superpower—tale-telling that brings cultural awareness to their community. At Lakota Youth Development in Rosebud, S.D., its founder, Marla Bull Bear, informs the Cornerstone folks that when community elder Jerome Kills Small enters one of their rehearsals or class sessions, they should stop whatever they’re doing so that the children can listen to his stories. He will talk as long as he wishes to, and they’ll have to remain flexible around that cultural priority.

Rosetta’s personal origin story sits within a painful history. Born to Indigenous parents, with a father from Rosebud and a mother from Standing Rock, she was part of what’s called the “Sixties Scoop.” Leading up to and through the 1960s—until the passage of the Indian Child Welfare Act of 1978—as many as 35 percent of Native children were regularly removed, usually by force, from immediate and extended Native families and placed in predominantly non-Native homes. In fact, state efforts to remove these children and place them with white families and religious groups were sometimes funded by the federal government’s Bureau of Indian Affairs.

“I was one of those children,” Rosetta recounts. “When I was 2 years old and my half-sister was 4, we were physically removed from our Native mother and father and placed in white foster care. So I grew up without my language, without my culture, in a farming/ranching community in McIntosh, South Dakota.” Her foster parents were “caregivers” at best, but not what she considers true family. Whereas Larissa, raised since she was 11 months old by adoptive white parents she loves and fully considers family, returns home to South Dakota as often as possible, Wicoun has brought Rosetta back to her homeland for the first time since 1983. “I’ve really never had any call to come back.”

Until there was an actual call. In the years after Native Nation, Rosetta followed Larissa on social media, up to and including her historic Broadway debut with The Thanksgiving Play [see Part 1] earlier this year. That’s how she knew that Cornerstone was about to rehearse a new play in South Dakota. Still, it was a surprise when her phone rang during a staff retreat at Arizona State University, where her title is Elder Residents Program Aide and her job is to foster Native student retention at ASU. “My phone is on silent, but it vibrates,” she recalls. “I look at the number and it comes up: Cornerstone Theater.”

She stepped out of the meeting and took the call. Wicoun producer Michael Garcia asked her, “Would you be interested in joining our cast as an elder superhero?” Recalls Rosetta, “I didn’t hesitate at all. I was like, ‘Oh yes! Please tell me more.’” She worked out a brief leave of absence with her supportive program director at ASU to join Wicoun rehearsals, flying out on Mother’s Day in May and returning on Father’s Day in June.

Rosetta is just one of five actors in this story who will travel from far-flung reservations, rural communities, cities, and towns, leaving home and family for two months to work on a play they haven’t yet read and perform whatever roles they might be assigned. Several have never acted before. They are here to change their lives. They are here to give back to the people they love.

Vicki the Brave

Áya needs help to become the superhero Ahí. Lots of it. This journey entwines a superhero origin story of coming into one’s power with that of a gender transition. Both threads require Áya to cultivate the bravery, perseverance, and generosity to overcome the dangers of the world and be born anew. Each of the qualities—or “requisite virtues,” in historian and educator Joseph Marshall’s phrase [Part 1]—comes to Áya in the form of a superhero teacher. They arrive one at a time, not in bedtime stories like the Elder Superhero, but in life.

First comes Wóohitike, who possesses “super strength.” According to Joseph Marshall, Wóohitike translates as “having or showing courage” in the face of life’s challenges. “Ultimate adversity produces ultimate strength,” the Lakota historian writes. Yes, Wóohitike means “bravery”—and much more. “English is so limiting,” the superhero laments. 

Once on the scene, the mighty Wóohitike helps Áya overcome predatory neighbors: meth-head Todd (“white guy”) and “Native party dude” Marcus. Powerful enough to lift a car or really big boulders (“I mean, if they want to be lifted”), she can spin Marcus overhead, WWE-style, and toss him “pretty far.” She can twist  “rez-neck” Todd like a pretzel till he vows to stay off the reservation.

Wóohitike the strong is played by Victoria Picotte-Sunbear, who lives on Rosebud Reservation and whose chance to audition for Wicoun starts as a joke. Her father forwards her the link announcing auditions because he knows she’s scared of public speaking. “He’s like, hey, you should try this. Ha ha. LOL,” says Vicki, as she’s known. She lets the notice sit in her Messenger before discussing it with her husband. Vicki has never acted before, though she worked backstage a little in high school. She’s a formerly certified nurse’s aide and a stay-at-home mom with 1- and 4-year-old daughters from whom she’s never been away. Also, she’s pregnant again, and will be late in her second trimester during the Wicoun tour. She doesn’t know anything about the play, but with her husband and father’s sincere support, she realizes she wants to do it.

The money from the play will also be hugely helpful for the family, as it will be for several of the community actors. Cornerstone originally contracted them at South Dakota’s minimum wage—$10.80/hour, or $432 per 40-hour-work-week—but later decided to pay South Dakota’s living wage of $15.41 hourly, or $616 for a 40-hour week (plus room and meals during rehearsals and while on tour, housing and per diem). This bump up came as a welcome surprise and, for many of the actors, represented a significant raise over their regular income.

Vicki’s mom lives on the Yankton reservation [in Charles Mix County in southeastern South Dakota], and when she reads Wicoun’s description and sees that her daughter will play a superhero with super strength, she feels the part was written for her. Even as a child, Vicki was her mother’s “pillar of strength.” Vicki’s sense of “just knowing” when something is right for her also goes deep. At 11, for example, she knew she didn’t want the life she witnessed on Rosebud and convinced her father to send her to Catholic boarding school in Huxley, Iowa, where she lived with five different host families until she finished high school.

With characteristic moxie, Vicki conquers her own fear and, like her character, “just shows up,” as Larissa recalls it. “We’re like, ‘Yeah!’” She lands the part. She is Wóohitike. And she loves being onstage. “It makes me feel good to see the way people react, that they laugh and that I’m causing them joy.” Larissa and Michael are “super-excited to have a really pregnant superhero portraying the strongest person.” Both of them believe that with training, Vicki could be a professional. She has an innate sense of how an actor’s body and comic mask work together. Her performance never falters. She is confident and strong onstage—brave as hell—and proudly sports her burgeoning belly.

It’s also clear that Vicki works round the clock to keep the family running, even during rehearsals 200 miles from her husband and daughters. She’s the engine that can’t stop. Online all hours with her family, she tends to her youngest’s strep throat from afar. This pillar of strength keeps everything running, even as she toils away on tour—cleaning diligently when the company packs up its rehearsal quarters, loading and unloading the truck, folding massive tarps with muscular precision—despite urgings to kick back. Meantime, she’s returned to college online to earn her bachelor’s degree in marketing and advertising. In the middle of rehearsals, Vicki finds out she’s carrying a girl, her third daughter.

If Bravery is her stage name, Vicki considers authenticity her real-life superpower. “To me that means being my most authentic self so that I can give people the confidence and ability to be their most authentic selves.” What makes her feel most powerful? “Being a mother.”

Generous Perseveres

In May 2023, a few days before the first performance, puppet designer Lynn Jeffries shuttles around the porch of her cabin at the Placerville Camp and Retreat Center [Rapid City, S.D.], where the company is housed and rehearses in the weeks leading up to the tour. She is trying out a six-and-a-half foot Hexacomb bear puppet with an actor named Generous. Hexacomb—rigid cardboard an inch thick that is often used as a replacement for foam packaging—will travel light and be easy to set up and quick to strike in all kinds of touring venues. The bear attaches by a knotted rope at the nose, sternum, and navel, allowing it to lumber appropriately. Generous operates it from behind.

Generous is Christopher Alexander Piña’s Lakota name, given to him by his grandmother, who told him, “It’s because you’re generous, grandson, that you keep getting blessed,” and who named him Wačante Ognaka Wičasa, “Generous man.” He had directed a reading of Larissa’s play Average Family at the Black Hills Community Theatre in Rapid City, after which Cornerstone held a community reading of a draft of Wicoun. When Christopher told Larissa his Lakota name, she replied that one of the superheroes in the play is named Generosity. “You might end up playing yourself,” she said. “And I was like, how uncanny is that?” As it turned out, however, that’s the name of the third superhero. Generous/Christopher instead plays superhero number two: the animal shape-shifting Wówachiŋtȟaŋke, which means Perseverance.

It’s easy to understand how, for the Plains Native bands, perseverance would be a necessary virtue. “When resistance ceased to be an option,” Joseph Marshall explains, “surviving within the parameters of white control on the reservations was the only choice. There was no other option but to reach deep inside and persevere day in and day out, year in and year out, from one generation to the next.”

Wówachiŋtȟaŋke’s origin story is a version of Áya’s life story, with animal transformation instead of gender change. It provides backstory for both characters, a description of past events that led them here. “As a child, I was different,” the superhero explains. “I could not control what kind of animal I was. It scared people, even my own family.” Like Áya, Wówachiŋtȟaŋke ran away to live with a sibling, who loved them no matter what form they took. Also like Áya, they were hounded by evil villains who “did not understand what I was.”

Not knowing how to defend themselves, both Áya and Wówachiŋtȟaŋke contemplated suicide. The superhero grew small—a flea—and wished to become even smaller, until they ceased to exist. Both were saved by the love of their siblings and the little ones they cared for. “I thought of all that I had overcome already and knew that if I disappeared, I would be missed. I knew that I had resilience, and that I would not let my trauma define my future.” Wówachiŋtȟaŋke transformed into a deer and ran home, ever after possessing the power “to change into different animals at will.”

Larissa and the creative team initially imagined that Wówachiŋtȟaŋke would be a single character played by an actor with puppets of four different sizes, starting with an “itty-bitty one” and growing to human size and larger, all based on the actor playing the role and the costume. In a later draft, though, Larissa reconceived Wówachiŋtȟaŋke with the power to change into any animal form, transforming before our eyes into six different animals.

Around the time of that revision, the creative team was also rethinking group scenes—without actual people. The COVID outbreak at Milks Camp in August 2022, and the subsequent decision to avoid audience participation and large locally rehearsed choruses, meant that, according to puppet designer Lynn Jeffries, “A couple of pieces of the play that were going to be performed by human beings now needed to be performed some other way.” Remember Áya and Khoskalaka’s brood of kids? Pre-Milks Camp, they were to be played by local children rallied by community partners at each tour stop. Now? Puppets.

As the longest-serving original ensemble member (Peter Howard has also been in the company since day one but took a brief hiatus in the ’90s), Lynn has designed all production elements for more than 60 Cornerstone shows over the years. Now, after years of working with shadow puppets and toy theatre, she prefers puppetry. So when set designer Nephelie Andonyadis suggested the Hexacomb, Lynn was in her (two-dimensional) comfort zone. Plus, with a script that promised to be in continual flux—especially with the playwright busy with a play on Broadway until the start of rehearsals—Lynn reasoned, “Okay, I can just bang the puppets out in a couple of hours. If the play changes again, I can just bang out something different.”

And so Lynn designs as the show evolves, projecting drawings on Hexacomb and constructing from there. Sometimes, assistant director Sapphire Tiger, a Mnícoujou/Sičánǧu Lakota and Navajo student from Black Hills State University [public university in Spearfish, S.D.], helps cut them out. 

Generous performs Wówachiŋtȟaŋke’s tale in Lakota, not English, as the attacks and animal transformations play out as a Hexacomb puppet show behind a cutout proscenium arch. There are no supertitles, no program notes. The only translation (quoted above) appears in the script itself.

Larissa only recently began studying Lakota in an online class, though she’d been “toying with it on my own” for a while. She wrote Wówachiŋtȟaŋke’s origin story in English, and it was translated, along with the many Lakota passages in the play, by Milks Camp elder Jerome Kills Small. Jerome also recorded the text, so that the actors less conversant with the language could learn by listening. The play ends in Lakota, too, with a final speech by Ahí, the superhero Áya becomes. Over the years, Larissa and Michael entertained the possibility that the whole play might be in Lakota, as some people had requested as early as 2021. In the final version, the two languages alternate, with much of the dialogue in English, and these key moments—including some choral passages—in Lakota.

In one such choral moment the entire cast, speaking Lakota, recites a long list of responses to a prompt offered at community story circles over the years of engagement: “My superpower is…” When, in an interview, Christopher responds to the prompt, his words could describe the character he plays: “My superpower has probably been fortitude. That’s actually my Auntie’s Lakota name, and it means to persevere, to push through. Even when it’s hard, because it hurts to walk, we’ve still got to get up and move forward somehow. We’re basically the roses that grew from the concrete, like Tupac stated [reference to The Rose That Grew from Concrete, a collection of poetry written by rapper Tupac Shakur, published posthumously in 1999], because I come from a place where it’s not okay to be two-spirit, it’s not okay to be brown, and it’s not okay to be male and to be those things. So I wake up with three strikes against me, and I have to be aware of that every time I open my eyes.” As a two-spirit little brother, “almost raised by my sisters, I completely connected with this play. And then the bullying—I was bullied even as an adult.” Fortitude allows him “to see another world out there, where there’s acceptance, where it’s sacred, where you’re praised instead of punished.”

This project represents the coming together of so many aspects of Christopher’s life that each coincidence feels like part of a design. Most remarkable of all is the fact that he’s a self-described “shapeshifter” playing one. Believe it or not, he auditioned for Cornerstone in the middle of a snowstorm wearing a reindeer costume. Why? “Because I wear it during the holidays. I’m everything: I’m the Easter Bunny, I’m Cupid, I’m an elf.” He costumes up for kids and hands out gifts, determined to show them that who they are is important. “So I was a reindeer when they took my audition picture. I was joking, ‘I’m Randy the Reindeer, and I just want to lead the sleigh.’” Plus, His [sic] connection to Wicoun is also a connection to the way of life from which the play grew. A Standing Rock Hunkpapa Sioux, Christopher traces his matrilineage back to great-great-great-grandma Angela RedFox Uses Arrow, who followed Sitting Bull after the defeat of Custer at Little Big Horn [25-26 June 1876 in Montana Territory], first to Canada and then back to Standing Rock Reservation in North Dakota.

The art part of Cornerstone’s work also comes naturally to him: He started modeling professionally on a trip to New York and, later, in Canada. He performed as a dancer in New Orleans. The door to Christopher’s room at the Placerville Camp is usually open, and he’s covered the walls and windows with beautiful fabrics and sparkling, colored lights. He is a writer too, an intern at the Native Sun News in Rapid City, where he has become aware that “everyone is a story and everyone has a story.”

Of Wicoun, he says, “We are on the star path here.”

Gina Gives It All Away

Áya’s third and final magical assist comes from the superhero with Christopher’s name, Generosity, played by his real-life friend, Gina Project Celebrity Mallory. At 29, Gina is a few years younger than Christopher, and stumbled into Wicoun by following him (in his full reindeer drag) when he went to try out. Together they trudged through the thick of a winter storm that kept almost everyone else away from auditions.

It’s her first time onstage, but not the first time she followed him into Larissa’s world. When Christopher directed the Rapid City reading of Average Family, he recruited Gina to help with props. Does she enjoy acting? “It’s hard, but it is so fun—definitely an experience I feel that everybody should experience at least once in their life,” she says.

The role of Wówačhaŋtognake represents generosity and compassion, which are, in Joseph Marshall’s telling, separate Lakota virtues, but have been elided by Larissa into one superhero, who teaches Áya that to be truly generous, one must “hold nothing back” and “trust in being provided for.” Joseph Marshall paraphrases “an ancient sentiment” to explain “why generosity is necessary: ‘The Earth Mother gives us all that she has. We must do the same.’”

Like Christopher and most of the cast, Gina identifies closely with her character. This reflects both Larissa and Michael’s canny casting intuition, as well as their eagerness to suit the characters to the people playing them. “We’ll come up with some text,” Michael explains, “and then we’ll cast a bunch of people who really change what the text is.”

“I’m just like my character,” Gina says. “I’m always so giving, and I’m always the one that rushes to help right away. I don’t believe in holding onto very many possessions. What I have with me is what I have in life because I give everything and anything away.”

She and Christopher started a “Regiftmas” one holiday season, giving presents to 32 families in Rapid City and Pine Ridge. They helped 172 people with gifts, including animals, adults and children. Online and in conversation, they heard from a lot of people who don’t celebrate Christmas because they haven’t received gifts in years. So they solicited gifts, wrapped them, and sent them back out to others.

These gestures resonate with the example of Sitting Bull [c. 1837-90]. Larissa tells me that the 19th-century Hunkpapa Lakota leader, having grown quite wealthy, in part by controlling the rights to his own ubiquitous photographic image, gave some of his money to his own people and donated the rest to poor white communities. Why would he give his wealth to people who were, for all intents and purposes, his enemies? He was upset by what he saw, Larissa explains. He didn’t understand how people who have so much could let their own people suffer in this way.

Born Sicangu Miniconjou Lakota and Sisseton Wahpeton Sioux, Gina was adopted by her grandmother, whom she calls “my mom.” Her compassion is especially attuned to the struggles of teenagers and children these days, their “tribulations” from “the drugs, the violence, the alcoholism.” Her heart goes out to the suffering of others.

In Megan’s Prius on the way to the first performance, I’m in the back seat with Christopher, who has earbuds in and is going over his Lakota monologue while oiling and braiding his long, just-washed hair. Gina’s in the front passenger seat. She knows this part of the world intimately, and many of the places we pass on the way to the Black Hills Playhouse [Rapid City, S.D.] remind her of jobs she held there, including food service and flagging traffic for road work. Other locations kindle memories and stories of her life and community. Though she speaks matter-of-factly, it’s easy to hear both pain and love in these often tragic stories.

In the play, Wówačhaŋtognake’s power is super speed, which Michael stages by slowing everyone onstage to extreme slo-mo, while Gina moves with normal, no-hurry ease, covering great distances in a hot second.  In life, she goes at her own pace too. When we drive past the glorious Pactola Lake in the Black Hills, Gina says she spends her summers there, going almost daily to be alone, “drinking my drinks and smoking my smokes.” She rides the length of the water in her own time, on her long board.

The Black Hills

 At the heart of this story—of everything—is the land.

The geographic heart of this story is one I almost missed. It’s the piece that—as a white man who has lived for more than 60 years in major cities, working at and mostly attending a very different kind of theatre—I heard wrong. Then, sitting with some of the cast over a delicious dinner of roasted chicken and a dish of beans, corn, and squash called Three Sisters Mash, all prepared by company chef Sharea Holcomb, I got it.

It was two weeks into rehearsals, my first full day at the Placerville Camp and Retreat Center, 18 months after my previous South Dakota visit with Cornerstone. I hadn’t yet read the full Wicoun script but had watched the company stage scene 12, “Driving in Rapid City”: After sending the children off to school, Áya and Khoskalaka head to the city with Wóohitike (Bravery) and Wówachiŋtȟaŋke (Perseverance), the first two virtuous superheroes. (The car, like so much else, is made of Hexacomb, drawn by Nephelie and colorfully painted by local Diné graffiti artist Focus Smith. [Diné is the name the Navajo call themselves.  It means ‘the people,’ just as Oyate means ‘the people’ in the D/N/Lakota language.]) They will meet with Chris, the older comic book nerd, played by Brandon J. Sazue Sr. They hope he can unravel the mystery of the characters in the back seat.

Áya also wants to attend a Native protest at Mount Rushmore known as the “Blow Up the Faces Rally,” the latest in a series of failed attempts to rid the Black Hills of the white granite faces of Presidents Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt (Teddy), and Lincoln. Carved into land that is sacred to the Lakota—land promised in perpetuity to the Sioux in 1868 and grabbed back by the U.S. a decade later when gold was discovered there—Mount Rushmore celebrates the leaders of a settler culture that annihilated so much Indigenous life. It is a monument to genocide, land theft, and governmental deceit. Blowing up the faces is, for the Native population, a thing; it is also, throughout the play, a laugh line.

Still trying to suss out their powerhouse companions, Áya welcomes them to Rapid City and asks, “Have you two been here?” Wówachiŋtȟaŋke answers, “We are all from here. It is the heart of everything that is.” My big-city mind hears irony in the line, and I laugh—the joke being that only deluded inhabitants of Rapid City, S.D., would think it’s the center of the universe (when everyone knows that Brooklyn is). At dinner, however, I learn from Vicki and Brandon that, for the Lakota people, the Black Hills are the heart of everything, because they’re the site of their origin story, their emergence from the spirit world or spirit lodge. As part of the Lakota creation myth, the Oyate originally entered the human world through a portal in the Black Hills Wind Cave or, in modern Lakota, Maka Oníya, “breathing earth.” That’s why it’s sacred. That’s why Mount Rushmore is a desecration. There you have it: Rapid City, specifically the Black Hills, is the heart of everything. The joke, it seems, was on me.

[Note: In many Native American religions, the origin story designates a “place of emergence,” a sacred spot in their traditional home territory where The People’s ancestors emerged from beneath the earth, where the unborn souls dwell, into the living world.  Among the Hopi of the Southwest, it’s called the sipapu, a word used by many other Indian peoples.]

“So much of Native identity and culture is rooted in land and this connection to the land,” Kenny Ramos told me in the summer of ’21. He had arrived in South Dakota ahead of Michael and Larissa, and immediately hiked the Black Hills with Clementine Bordeaux. When Larissa and Michael landed a few days later, “The first thing we did was a hike in the Black Hills,” he says. “We did Black Elk Peak, which is the tallest peak in South Dakota. So for me, I think first and foremost, it’s just important to be out and connecting to the land in that way.”

When the time comes to tour, Kenny prefers the outside performances, “even though it’s sweaty and hot as fuck. There’s something really special about being outside, about the journey of creating the play starting in He Sapa, the Black Hills. In the birthing and creation of this piece, the land has been a very big part.”

Surrounded by those very same hills, Placerville Camp, a Christian retreat center 12 miles outside of Rapid, provides the perfect setting to rehearse and house the company. Placerville is “the most extraordinary, beautiful campsite one might imagine,” Michael wrote when he, Kenny, Larissa, and Peter first saw it in August 2021. They were awed by it. It helped, too, that Sharla and Kerry Ste[e]ver, who run the camp, were schoolmates of Larissa’s.

Almost two years after this initial sighting, on the company’s last Saturday after nearly six weeks in Placerville, the camp preens its glory under cloudless skies, crystal blue after the previous night’s thunderstorms. Rapid Creek, which borders the property, flows under a wooden bridge spanning this bank and the verdant woods across the way, the water mildly glinting in the sun. A turkey vulture floats overhead. Birds call from everywhere, each with a different song. It might be 70 degrees, hotter in the sun, but a slight breeze keeps me cool as I sit on a grassy slope running from the base of the camp’s chapel to the creek. Nearby the Ste[e]verses [sic] and their colleagues are raising a permanent gazebo supported by Ponderosa Pine columns, 24 inches in diameter, 8 feet high, and 175 years old, each weighing about 1,000 pounds. 

Behind the chapel, Peter Howard gathers the actors and leads them through warmups. During his decades at Cornerstone through hundreds, even thousands of cross-cultural encounters, Peter has held steady as the seasoned, dedicated professional embodying the performance standards expected from all, even those who, like Vicki, Gina, and Brandon, have never acted before. Like the rest of the Cornerstone company, he never patronizes his amateur colleagues or falsely meliorates. He remains respectful and authentic. From my perch, I can see the way Peter assumes full commitment at every moment. The cast vocalizes with movement, releasing their words and voices into the air. “Topeka Bodega, Bodega Topeka.” I hear the echo of their words from what sounds like miles away in the hills. “Hello Placerville!” they call. From the surrounding pines, Placerville calls back: “Hello!”

The Black Hills, the heart of everything, is where performances begin. On the day of the first show, which is also the first dress rehearsal and full run-through, I enter the Placerville dining hall as others pass in and out, faces serious and sleepy. “Is something happening today?” I ask, a smartass. Ash Nichols, the company’s tour production manager, responds, “You mean our first performance and the start of packing and touring?” Lynn Jeffries pipes in with wry wisdom, uttering what could be Cornerstone’s motto: “Something will happen.”

Elder Superhero Rosetta finishes breakfast. “Ready for the day?” I ask. “It’s scary,” she answers. “But kinda like a good scary.”

May 25, 2023, Custer State Park

We enter the campus of the 77-year-old Black Hills Playhouse, a long-term partner for the project and the one professional theatre on the itinerary, though the show will perform outside by the covered picnic area and not in the rustic jewel box theatre. The Playhouse company and interns arrived only the day before. They will break rehearsal for The Lifespan of a Fact to attend Wicoun. BHP’s summer stock season also includes Lauren Gunderson’s Silent Sky and two musicals, The Drowsy Chaperone and 9 to 5.

As the company unloads the rented cargo van, it seems like the circus has come to Custer. Larissa stands tall in the truck bed, handing down sandbags made from the 400 pounds of sand that production manager Ash and managing director Megan bought at the Ace Hardware in Rapid a few days before. Without them, the set would blow over in the Plains wind at every outdoor performance. Cast and crew carry costume boxes and racks to indoor dressing rooms past the Playhouse’s washing machines and low shelves of graying published plays.

Tape measures mark the lawn playing area with an X, bookended by pop-up tents sprayed in kaleidoscopic motley by graffiti artist Focus: Bear Butte on one side, Devil’s Tower on the other. Small colored cones border the downstage edge. A backdrop of brilliant blues, pink, yellow, and green—sunrise over the Black Hills—painted by retired Lakota language teacher Matt Uses Knife (with a duplicate curtain Nephelie painted hanging behind, creating visual depth) and cut into dangling strips, flutters in the breeze. Nephelie has engaged these Native artists and prompted them to use parts of the set as canvas for their painted dreamscapes. Likewise, she set Oglala Lakota College graphic art student Teslah “Sota” Knight to work on the comic book-style signage—the SMASH, KABOOM, and OUCH words that accompany the final melee.

A BHP company management intern leads me to the garden shed, where I find a shovel suitable for scooping dried bison patties the size of small satellite dishes from the playing space. In less than half an hour, the “stage” is set.

Michael rehearses quick changes, including the entrance of two meth-dealing zombies, played by Brandon and Peter. Focus lies on the hill among the dandelions (safely away from where I piled the bison poop). He has no reason to be nervous.

I think about Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show in Annie Get Your Gun. In the Irving Berlin musical, the Indians, often played by white actors, largely serve as comic foils, including Sitting Bull, who did in fact tour with Buffalo Bill after his return from Canada. (As a young actor Kenny Ramos performed in that show twice, and he cites it as an example of how, before meeting Cornerstone, “I had never done anything that was truthful about American Indians onstage.”) Today, in a historic turnaround, the Indians bring the show. The tents are theirs, the stories are theirs, and they are the main act in a production that will travel to predominantly Indigenous communities, though this first audience, drawn from the Playhouse’s traditional audience, looks to be mostly white.

Larissa takes the stage with rock star energy and proclaims, “I’m from South Dakota.” Loud applause. She tells them that, as a kid, she saw many plays at Playhouse. Now she’s here with a play written about what the Native people of this land said they wanted to hear. Michael follows apologetically: “Unfortunately, I’m not from South Dakota.” He cautions the crowd that the company hasn’t run the whole show before, that Larissa will be on book and may call out lines. “I may run onstage and yell ‘Stop!’” More applause resounds from the timber shelter in and around which more than 70 people wait to become Wicoun’s first house.

Laughter resounds too throughout the performance, and the cast grows confident. Larissa does shout out a few lines when an actor freezes. Michael stops the show just once—they need more time to arrange the puppets for Wówachiŋtȟaŋke’s origin story. The wind whips up when Vicki, as Wóohitike, shows her strength, and it feels like part of the play. The wind isn’t quite as kind to the cardboard puppets and set. But the audience is more than kind. Wicoun is off and running.

“In a Cornerstone show, the first performance takes a quantum leap beyond the dress rehearsal,” Lynn, a veteran of 150 productions, notes. “It’s not really until you get an audience that you understand what you’re doing, and then you get it in a deep, electric way. And it’s remarkable. Watching that happen is one of the great privileges of my life—watching the community cast light up.”

[In the next and final installment of “Superheroes on Native Land” (to be posted on Saturday, 27 January): More things go wrong—some tragic, some comic, some elemental—as the company tours without a net.  I hope you all will come back to ROT to check it our.]


21 January 2024

"Superheroes on Native Land," Part I

by Todd London

[In 2018, I reposted a series of articles about Native American theater from the Theatre Communications Group’s American Theatre magazine.  I explained at that time that I’d been introduced to theater by American Indians some years earlier and had come to feel it was “a remarkable cultural phenomenon.” 

[A relatively new development in American theater history, it’s continued to develop and has come to occupy a significant position in the panoply of American theater.  The first play by a Native American woman writer, The Thanksgiving Play by Larissa FastHorse, opened on Broadway last spring.

[A little over a year ago, American Theatre ran another series of articles on Native American theater, entitled “Superheroes on Native Land.”  Below is the first installment of the three-part story by Todd London, originally posted on AT’s website on 14 November 2023 (AMERICAN THEATRE | Superheroes on Native Land, Part I).

[The two following articles will be posted on Rick On Theater on 24 and 27 January.  (For readers interested in the previous Native American theater posts from AT, I ran “‘Staging Our Native Nation’” from 24 March to 8 April 2018.)]

How a Lakota playwright, 7 Indigenous actors, and an L.A.-based ensemble survived a pandemic, crossed thousands of prairie miles, and confronted centuries of history to make a play.

The Playwright Returns

August 2021 

At the heart of this story, an acclaimed artist comes home to fulfill a lifelong ambition: making a play with and for her own Native community. 

We roll up to the St. Francis Mission [St. Francis, S.D.] in the rented Jeep. We’ve been traveling the state commonly known as South Dakota for most of a week, starting in Rapid City. Yesterday we entered the tribally sovereign lands of the Oglala Lakota Nation. We made our way, with several stops, through the Pine Ridge Reservation, one of the largest reservations in the U.S. and its poorest county. We’ve reached the south central part of the state, the Rosebud Reservation, where the playwright’s Sicangu Lakota family comes from. It’s a place she loves and cherishes, rife as it is with the emotions of family history, and, of course, history history.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be on the Earth, nowhere on this planet,” the playwright says. “That’s always been the case. Unfortunately, my work doesn’t live here. It’s the first time I’ve been able to bring my work here. I’ve been working my whole career to get back.”

We’ve been traveling together for almost a week: the playwright; the director, Michael John Garcés, who is also the artistic director of Cornerstone Theater Company [Los Angeles]; actor and Cornerstone ensemble member Kenny Ramos; and me. St. Francis is a spur-of-the-moment pullover, not on the itinerary. The playwright remembers it somewhat from childhood. She wants to check it out.

The playwright, who trades off driving with Michael, has been riding shotgun. She emerges first, and I follow her, walking toward the Jesuit mission’s main building. A man, maybe in his late 50s, steps out of the main door, watching us. The playwright ambles toward him with the relaxed grace of someone who has spent over half her life as a professional dancer, which she has, and the confidence of someone who is at home. Which she is.

“Hello,” she says. “My name is Larissa FastHorse.” [See also “‘Staging Our Native Nation.’” Article 1: “Native Women Rising,” 24 March 2018, and "‘Staging Our Native Nation,’" Article 5 & 6: “We Start by Acknowledging the Land,” 5 April 2018.]

And the man she has never met, who will introduce himself as Harold Compton, chief operating officer of the mission, replies simply, “You’re famous.”

As someone who has worked in the American nonprofit theatre for nearly 40 years and with playwrights for much of that time, it’s hard for me to imagine any theatre artist who is not a media star being famous in the Northern Plains. Let alone a playwright. Eighteen months from now, Larissa will in fact achieve unique status as the first Indigenous woman writer to have a play on Broadway, but that’s a long, uncertain way off, especially in this first queasy calm between COVID-19 heaves.

Yet famous she is. She’s from here, and she’s cut a path through the wider world that few can claim. Starting as a professional ballet dancer and choreographer until injuries ended her dance career, she wrote and sold two TV shows and made a film, even before her first plays were commissioned, written, and produced all over the country, before she won national awards and prizes and had articles written about her accomplishments. If folks here see her as a local hero—and many more will by the time The Thanksgiving Play opens on Broadway in April 2023 [Hayes Theater, 20 April-11 June 2023]—she wears it lightly and connects easily, despite being a self-proclaimed introvert.

Larissa has lived most of her adult life in Los Angeles and traveled widely for work, but in some ways she’s never left South Dakota. She’s returned frequently to lead youth workshops, first in dance and then writing, on reservations and in towns across the state, almost since she graduated high school in 1989. I wonder if this geographic split—home always being two different places—is a product of her origin story.

Born [in 1971] to Lakota parents in the Okreek village on Rosebud, Larissa FastHorse was brought to white parents, Ed and Rhoda Baer, at 11 months, and open-adopted by them seven months later. She was, for the Baers, the “miracle baby” they’d tried and wished for in the first 22 years of their marriage. Larissa spent her early childhood in the tiny city of Winner, S.D., before moving to the state capitol, Pierre (pronounced Peer, thank you).

Her parents made sure she stayed connected to her Lakota community and culture, something that came naturally to Ed, who worked with Indigenous people throughout the state as an agent of the Board of Pardons and Paroles and eventually as executive director of the Office of Correctional Services. He helped found and taught at Native schools and colleges, including Oglala Lakota College [on the Pine Ridge Reservation] and Sinte Gleska University [Mission, S.D.], before becoming a founding professor at Capitol University Center [Pierre, S.D.], teaching sociology for 20 years, including to many Native students. Early in his marriage to Larissa’s mom, they spent about five years in Nigeria, where he taught, before returning to the Plains to join the faculty at a Lutheran high school in Valentine, Neb., just across the South Dakota border. Larissa, “a daddy’s girl from day one,” in her own words, inherited her sense of service from him.

Still, as she told New Yorker theatre critic Vinson Cunningham in a 2023 radio interview, “When I was younger, it was very painful to be separated from a lot of things I felt like I couldn’t partake in, because I wasn’t raised on the reservation, or I’d been away from my Lakota family so long…Now I really recognize it as my superpower, that I can take Lakota culture and experiences and Indigenous experiences and translate them for white audiences—which, unfortunately, are still the majority of audiences in American theatre.” Two worlds at once.

Michael and Kenny walk up behind us to the accompaniment of summer cicadas, and Harold Compton offers to tour us through the closed St. Francis Mission buildings. He unlocks the St. Borromeo Parish Church, a breathtaking fusion of Catholic and Lakota iconography, suggesting a sympathetic alliance that is contradicted by historical fact. Then, like the master of keys in a magical children’s story, he parts the sealed doors of the Buechel Memorial Lakota Museum and ushers us into the most extensive collection of Sicangu Lakota artifacts outside of the Smithsonian—more than 2,000 items of art and living culture, including clothing, handicrafts, tools, regalia, weaponry, tipis—plus a 42,000-item photographic archive. We are alone in the museum, which has been closed since the beginning of the pandemic and will stay closed due to staffing shortages, even as the world begins to open up. [The museum is currently still closed but is still doing tours by appointment.] Harold, a member of the Rosebud Sioux Tribe, worked for 35 years at the Bureau of Indian Affairs and still serves as Deputy Director of Policy and Research for the Rosebud Sioux Tribal Land Enterprise. He talks us through the history of the mission and its school and walks us through generations of Lakota life.

He doesn’t mince words: Some people are very positive about the Catholic education that was available to or forced upon the Native people starting in the late 19th century. Others “want to burn this place down.” Seven weeks ago [June 2021], the Carlisle Indian Industrial School in Pennsylvania announced that it would exhume the bodies of Rosebud Sioux children and return them to their families—9 of at least 189 students thought to be buried there, victims of physical and sexual abuse in the school’s 30 years of operation, beginning in 1879.

Carlisle was the first of more than 100 such U.S. residential facilities to which Native children were sent for Christian reeducation. There were others in Canada, including Kamloops Indian Residential School in British Columbia, where, less than three months before we arrived at this mission, 215 children’s bodies were dug out of unmarked graves. There they were stripped of their Indigenous culture, language, and names, as a means to, in the words of Carlisle’s founder, “kill the Indian” and “save the man.”

Back inside the offices, we meet one of the mission priests, and Harold briefly pops into a Zoom meeting projected on his office screen. As we say goodbye, he pulls a newspaper clipping off a pile on his desk. It’s an article about Larissa winning the MacArthur Foundation’s “Genius” Award the previous year [2020]. He cut it out when it first appeared and kept it at hand. Now the subject of the article has miraculously appeared in his office. He asks her to autograph it.

“That was a quintessential Cornerstone moment,” Michael tells me, back in the Jeep.

“You just show up, and everything happens,” Larissa explains.

“Everything,” echoes Kenny.

Enter the Ensemble

June 1986-present 

At the heart of this story: A legendary theatre company returns to its rural roots with an ambitious tour that will take it to 17 venues in 22 days, in 15 towns across 2,000 miles, in a handful of rental cars—one of which will get stuck in the prairie sand—and a leaky Penske cargo van.

And yet Larissa FastHorse is not the story. “This work isn’t about me,” she insists. “It’s not about centering my voice and my desires. It’s about centering community.” 

Centering community isn’t merely a part of Cornerstone’s mission, it’s the lede. “Cornerstone Theater Company collaborates with communities.” So reads the first of a three-sentence, 28-word mission statement that rivals any in the American theatre for succinct clarity: “Our work reflects complexity, disrupts assumptions, welcomes difference, and amplifies joy. We aim to advance a more compassionate, equitable, and just world.”

Co-founded by Alison Carey and Bill Rauch in June 1986, the original Cornerstone ensemble comprised a troupe of Harvard grads who shared a beautiful dream of taking theatre into the American heartland, to make plays with the folks they found there. Cornerstone was the youngest of a burgeoning field of community-engaged ensembles who were creating a “professional, activist, community theatre of place,” as I called them in these pages almost 30 years ago [“Your Place or Ours?” May 1995; AMERICAN THEATRE | Your Place or Ours?]. CTC’s forerunners included Junebug Productions (New Orleans); Pregones Theater (the Bronx); Tennessee’s Road Company and Carpetbag Players; Roadside Theater in Appalachia [Whitesburg, Ky.]; El Teatro Campesino, El Teatro de la Esperanza, and Traveling Jewish Theater (Calif.); and Pennsylvania’s Bloomsburg Theatre Ensemble and Touchstone Theatre, to name a few.

Cornerstone initially traveled the country, adapting classics with and for the people of places that, even to the early visionaries of the regional theatre, would have seemed far-flung: Norcatur, Kans.; Dinwiddie County, Va.; Port Gibson, Miss.; Marfa, Texas. About six years later, the company settled in Los Angeles, a way of digging into place, which had always been important to its aesthetic and social values. They could dig deeper, they believed, if they stayed put. And because L.A. is a city of many communities, they could collaborate widely without traveling far.

The makeup of the ensemble would also change along with its methods. The original company was all white; the current L.A.-based ensemble is approximately two-thirds artists of color. The ensemble defines itself as “an evolving group of people at the artistic heart of this theatre company creating through conversation, play, compassion, and consensus.” In the 37 years since its founding, Cornerstone has created 150 original productions and collaborated with an astonishing range of U.S. towns and cities, as well as urban neighborhoods, activist networks, faith-based communities, and—over the past 10 years of sustained work in L.A., Arizona, and South Dakota—more than 40 Native nations.

These numbers—37, 150, 10, 40—only begin to tell the story. Cornerstone’s collaboration with Larissa and these nations has led to three plays: Urban Rez in L.A., performed in 2016; Native Nation, a collaboration with Gammage, the arts center at Arizona State University (2019); and now, after more than four years of engagement in South Dakota, Wicoun (pronounced Wich’oon). Urban Rez involved 13 Indigenous actors representing 15 tribal communities, though only Kenny Ramos (Barona Band of Mission Indians/Kumeyaay Nation) was a representative of the 111 federally recognized tribes in California. (Another 80 California tribes are unrecognized by the U.S. government, thus federally declared extinct.) Arizona’s Indigenous population, numerically close to California’s, represents a greater, more visible percentage, since the state is so much smaller. (In the U.S. Census Bureau’s 2019 American Community Survey’s one-year estimate, Arizona ranked first, just ahead of California, with over 332,000 Indigenous people from 22 tribes, a few of which spill across borders with adjoining states). At Gammage, Cornerstone hired 38 Indigenous actors (in a cast of 40) and showcased the work of 400 Indigenous artists.

This quantity of engagement has been matched by its depth, as the lead-up to Wicoun also proves. Cornerstone artists make 10 “engagement” trips to South Dakota between July 2019 and the start of rehearsals in April 2023, each lasting a week or two and requiring as much as 2,000 miles of driving. Each trip—each stop—is different. They meet with potential partner organizations, ranging from other theatres to schools, social service and community centers, powwow committees, a skate park, city administrators and mayors, tribal health boards, and youth development programs. They confer with regular advisors and new contacts across the Northern Plains. They attend art exhibits and festivals, powwows, rodeos, student poetry slams, theatre performances, and fairs. They hold talking/story circles, at which any number of people might show up, 40 or a handful.

“The work is predicated on depth of listening and service,” Larissa says. “The work happens at a restaurant in Chamberlain or a picnic table in Lower Brule or a bar out in the middle of nowhere—it’s always uncertain, it’s always intense, it’s always surprising. You can have 10 story circles of 20, 30, or 40 people, and it’s one conversation with one person that changes everything. That gives me the key to how to tell the story for the community.”

These plays aren’t Cornerstone’s first collaborations with Indigenous communities, as Peter Howard, one of two founding members still in the ensemble (the other is designer Lynn Jeffries), reminds me. Still, those early collaborations with American Indian communities—The House on Walker River (1988), an adaptation of The Oresteia performed in a tribal welding shop on the Walker River Paiute Indian Reservation in Schurz, Nev., and the Ibsen adaptation Pier Gynt in Eastport, Maine, performed in 1990 with some residents of the local Passamaquoddy reservation—were quite different than the last three. For one thing, they were adaptations, “very much initiated by that all-white company collaborating with a Native community, but not with Native leadership or Native inspiration,” Peter concedes.

While Cornerstone’s journey is the stuff of theatre legend, it isn’t necessarily the stuff of national currency. At a small picnic with colleagues in Brooklyn in the summer of 2023, I talk about my travels with Cornerstone. The picnickers are excited by what I tell them, but I am startled to learn that no one at this cross-generational party of theatre artists has even heard of the company. I’ve grown used to professional myopia both around companies outside of New York (other than large institutional theatres), and especially around ensembles creating work with and for specific communities. I am still shocked. Until I remember who Cornerstone is for.

Cornerstone’s ensemble, the seat of all major decisions, chooses the communities it collaborates with. Except for occasional past projects in larger institutional settings like Yale Repertory Theater [New Haven, Ct.] and Arena Stage [Washington, D.C.], its audiences are mostly made up of people in places underserved by theatre. From early days in Norcatur and Port Gibson to more recent projects in L.A.’s Skid Row or the Jordan Downs, a public housing development in the Watts neighborhood [of L.A.], Cornerstone has performed, not for a national audience, but for the partner communities themselves, including the families of the locals they cast and their neighbors. It’s the opposite of mainstream production intended for anyone who can afford a ticket. Most of Cornerstone’s performances are free anyway (with a box for donations).

Because every encounter and every performance in every tour venue is different and unpredictable—small audiences, street noise, dogs barking, people coming and going, late starts, last-minute confirmations and cancellations—the attention and payoffs of more traditional productions don’t apply. In 2014-15, an 11-month, 10-stop California tour of founder Alison Carey’s adapted The Tempest did perform in L.A. and San Francisco, but also in rural towns with populations in the hundreds and names like Weedpatch, where ensemble member Bahni Turpin reportedly exclaimed, “I’m about to go onstage and play Prospera in Weedpatch!”

In his influential book, The Lakota Way: Stories and Lessons for Living [2001], the historian and educator Joseph M. Marshall III, also Sicangu Lakota from Rosebud, collected stories exemplifying the virtues that form “the foundation and moral sustenance of Lakota culture.” Four of these virtues play a prominent part in Wicoun, the play will Larissa eventually write. A fifth virtue—which for Marshall is the principal one—seems to me to apply to the work of Cornerstone generally. Unsiiciyapi translates from the Lakota as “humility….to be humble, modest, unpretentious,” to take “the quiet path.”

I don’t want to romanticize this. People work hard in the theatre. The Cornerstone folks—artists, administrators, and technicians—work as hard as any I’ve seen, often doing several jobs at once. They rarely enjoy the luxury of professional specialization. The “famous” playwright, for example, makes shopping and car rental runs with the artistic director, cues actors in rehearsal, and, as a matter of course, hauls sandbags and set pieces during load-in and strike at each stop on the tour. Designers Nephelie Andonyadis (sets and props) and Lynn Jeffries (puppets) build much of what they design alone. They also supervise (which means fix and rebuild) their creations during the tour. Costume designer Jeanette Tizapapalotl Godoy tends to wardrobe and serves as dresser throughout. Michael Garcia, Cornerstone’s associate producer, acts as rehearsal stage manager until performance stage manager Maria V. Oliveira is free to join the company and take over for tech, at which point Garcia returns to L.A. for other Cornerstone projects and misses the tour altogether.

In the weeks before the tour launches, members of CTC’s administrative and production staff, including managing director Megan Wanlass, can be found in the dining hall of the rehearsal and living quarters at almost all hours, working heads down. On one trip I accompany this same executive leader to buy glue sticks for the puppets and to make copies of a prop driver’s license. Office Depot employees aren’t allowed to Xerox “fake” licenses, so Megan color-copies it herself, handing it over for lamination.

“We’re a small company on a really small scale,” founding ensemble member Peter Howard emphasizes. While theatres across the country have experienced post-pandemic hiring challenges, both Peter and Nephelie will later reflect on the particular stresses of this demanding project—which, while taking good care of community participants, never quite achieves Cornerstone’s “best” practices of caring for its own people.

“Was the project more ambitious than anyone predicted?” Peter will wonder later. “More expensive? Were there ways in which a different kind of planning might have eased some of the shortages we experienced?”

Though Wicoun stretches the company thin, it never veers off-purpose. As Peter puts it, “I see these projects as experiences in the reality of welcome and invitation, building relationship and mutual understanding—the kind of mutual understanding that in my life has only come through making things together, working on that third thing that is not about you and not about me, but about this thing between us that we’re creating together.” As the ensemble’s longest-serving actor and, over the decade of collaboration with Larissa, often the lone white man in mostly Indigenous casts, Peter is both master artist and cultural novice, again and again.

“For me,” he continues, “a gift and a necessity in my life is to be, via our Native leadership, welcomed into places and into community and conversations that I would never have access to otherwise. And to feel that we are moving forward in Indigenous/settler relationship and trying to figure out how, and even whether, we can work together to heal and to create opportunity. I have a stake in that as much as anyone.”

Joseph Marshall again: “A person [who] walks with face toward the Earth…can see the path ahead. On the other hand, the arrogant man who walks with his head high to bask in the glory of the moment will stumble often because he is more concerned with the moment than what lays ahead.” I ask artistic director Michael John Garcés (I’ll refer to him as Michael to distinguish him from producer Garcia) about my idea that humility is the company’s cardinal virtue. He concurs, adding, “At its best.”

Its best isn’t easy. Every community has different history and different expectations, and, as Michael points out, “Native communities are as diverse and also similar as any communities.” If humility is a guiding virtue, Peter suggests, it is “that forced humility of realizing that the kinds of changes this play talks about needing in the world are not going to come as a result of one play.”

The D/N/Lakota Project

2019-2023 

At the heart of this story: the people themselves, the Oyate.

Although it will be seen by white audiences (in Rapid City and at the Black Hills Playhouse, for example), Wicoun, like the two earlier “trilogy” plays, is intended for Native audiences. It is by them, for them, about them, and, thanks to the rental cars and the stamina of this troupe, it will be performed near them. A Lakota playwright will create a Lakota play with and for Lakota people on Lakota land. A first.

Then, in late 2019, someone in Vermillion, S.D., asks if Dakota will be welcome to participate. Yes! And so, what begins as “The Lakota Project” becomes the “D/N/Lakota Project.”

The Dakota, Nakota, and Lakota—which, as Michael puts it, are “different bands of the same people”—originally called themselves “Oyate” or “the People.” But the name given them by the Ojibwe, Nadouessioux, later shortened by French settlers in the 1600s to Sioux, stuck. The seven different tribes or “Council Fires” that make up these neighboring nations continue to stress their kinship as well as their differences. Over a delicious home-cooked lunch at her kitchen table—chicken and wild rice soup with pieces of boiled squash and bread—Dusty Nelson, a community member on Pine Ridge, reels off friendly Lakota jokes at the expense of other tribes. Dusty recently started a daycare center in her home and serves on the board of Rock the Rez, an organization that focuses on female/trans/two-spirit empowerment. She clearly enjoys her intertribal needling: “There are two types of people,” she tells us. “Lakota and people who want to be Lakota.”

“The D/N/Lakota Project” title will give way to the final one, Wicoun. The word doesn’t translate directly into English, but, as Larissa explains it, it means “way of life”—spiritual, cultural, and physical all at once. Wicoun comes with a subtitle too: “A Play With and About the Oceti Sakowin.” When I ask Larissa and Michael whether they will translate or define the Lakota term Oceti Sakowin for a non-Native audience, they are both firm: No. First of all, people who live in South Dakota know what it means, they tell me. Second, if they (i.e. white people, or, in Lakota, Wašíču) don’t know, they can do the work and look it up. Learn. As I suggest my readers do now.

Wicoun is the most geographically rangy of the three Native nation trilogy plays. With the exception of some rural outreach in Arizona, the first two were urban projects. Between summer of 2019 and 2023 the company will cover tens of thousands of miles, crossing the state many times over, almost all their stops in small towns and rural parts of eight of the state’s nine reservations. (On the final tour, in less than three weeks, Michael will log 3,672 miles driven on his rental car. “I’m an accountant’s son, so…”) “Cornerstone has done a lot of work in rural communities,” Michael explains, “but never this particular inquiry into contemporary Indigeneity.” Additionally, though Larissa wrote all three plays (for what wasn’t originally intended as a trilogy), this is the first time she is working in the “community where she’s from,” as Michael puts it, “versus her being, albeit Indigenous, a guest in the land where we’re making the work.”

Everywhere Cornerstone travels, the folks they talk with want the play to “be about the nation, not one specific place,” Michael explains. At each stop they’re urged to include other tribal communities. As a result, the scope of the play-to-be keeps growing, beyond anything they’ve done or may be able to accomplish, geographically or financially. Participation raises other questions. “The challenge is always about inclusiveness versus depth of experience,” Larissa explains. “The wider you get in terms of how many people can participate, there’s just less of you to go around. If you have a smaller group of people, the more individual attention people get. The quality of experience can be, in a certain sense, better—certainly deeper.”

Larissa and Michael hope that the play will end up with the scale of the first two: between 15 and 40 actors, with choral parts to be filled in after a brief rehearsal with elders and youth from each tour site. Beyond that, everything remains an open question. If the play is to be written by these communities and not by their guests, Larissa can’t just dream it up in the privacy of her own mind and laptop, the way playwrights usually do. This project isn’t about her imagination, personal interests, or concerns.

“It’s not just me,” Larissa explains. “The people here are trusting this whole team of people they’ve never met, who’ve never been in the state on Lakota lands. And Dakota. And Nakota.” She includes herself. “I don’t live here. I’ve lived in California for a long time. I still come in as a guest. I love this place, and I love these people, and it’s my home. And you don’t want people to mess up your home. The other artists get to leave. I need to be able to come back.”

In the summer of 2021 Larissa won’t even speculate on what she will write. Because of the COVID pandemic, this is her first extended visit since December 2019. She feels she hasn’t heard enough. It is “too soon to lock that in, to make those sort of assumptions for the community. It’d be fixing it in some part of my brain.”

More radically, given the artistic and legal energy playwrights exert to retain control of their scripts, Larissa will, through public readings of subsequent drafts, give community members veto power over every word and action in the play, an editorial process that will occur in late 2022 and early ’23 across the state. (Given the sensitive nature of being an urban, white observer on this process, I have—full disclosure—emulated this practice and run a draft of these articles by the Wicoun company and some community partners, selected and circulated by Cornerstone staff to make sure I have represented things accurately.)

When I join them in August 2021, we COVID test every day before meeting with locals. Protecting host communities from disease is particularly fraught in this context. For one thing, infection rates are high on the reservations. (Despite high Native COVID rates across the country, vaccination statistics in South Dakota Native communities remain unclear.) One cause of a recent surge: the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, a gathering of half a million bikers from across the country in a state with under a million citizens. In 2020, Sturgis quadruples the population of Rapid City, and turns the rally into a super-spreader event.

There are COVID checkpoints at some rez borders. “They are under siege again,” Larissa says. Her comment comes loaded with the history of centuries—especially the 17th and 18th—when Native populations were wiped out by previously unknown diseases brought by white European settlers, some unintentional and some murderously on purpose. Suicide rates in Native nations also rise during lockdown to twice those of the general population. It’s not unusual for cars to pull over on the reservation highways to let funeral processions go by.

Against this backdrop, the Cornerstone guests in these lands proceed with care. The next scheduled engagement trip, October 2021, is canceled when the Delta variant spikes.

Stuck

 Summer 2022 

At the heart of this story: things that make no sense.

A different kind of engagement: Michael is about to be married. After three intensive visits to South Dakota—March, June, and August—he’ll head to Martha’s Vineyard, Mass., in September for the big event. Before that he’s in Norristown, Pa., rehearsing a play he’s written for Theatre Horizon called Town [15-18 September 2022], the culmination of a two-year, “Cornerstone-esque” project directed by Nell Bang-Jensen and featuring 50 actors.

Meanwhile, Larissa, in L.A., is trying to make sense of something they have heard in every story circle since 2019. She doesn’t want to bug her director, especially while he’s being the playwright on something else. But he understands something she can’t, and she needs to keep writing. Guiltily—she even feels guilty recounting it a year later—she starts “whisper texting” him.

Community engagement can be tricky for a playwright; the play you’re asked to write might not be one you know how to write. As various members of the Cornerstone ensemble, board, and staff have traversed much of the state, holding workshops and story circles with youth, adults, and elders in the D/N/Lakota nations, they’ve asked what people want to see, what kind of play they want. They hear one request over and over, from people of all ages: They want to see superheroes. Superheroes superheroes superheroes. The problem is, Larissa doesn’t do superheroes. She doesn’t get them. Doesn’t even like them. “I’m not a superhero person,” she admits. “At every single story circle someone brought up superheroes. It got the point where Michael and I would just give each other the look. ‘Okay…?’”

Larissa had been wrestling with superheroes all along. She and Michael discussed it on an earlier trip, driving up from Lower Brule through the Fort Pierre National Grassland along the Missouri River. The grasslands, a federal attempt to recreate the prairie as it was when wild, provide habitat for prairie chickens, grouse, pheasant, and an array of wildlife, including black-tail prairie dogs, badgers, coyotes, and antelope. Larissa and Michael didn’t dwell on the natural landscape as they drove, but on the nature of superheroes. What kind of superpowers could they treat theatrically? Michael remembers them brainstorming “a very rough-magic theatricality that could be overt and seen by the audience. It would be playful, but we didn’t have to limit ourselves.” They might use puppets, which allow for characters to fly through the air, or stage a scene where one character’s normal movements—in contrast to the others’ lugubrious slow-motion—creates a sense of hyper speed. They would find ways that different powers could be, according to Michael, “fun, intelligible, and have their own kind of magic.”

Larissa first tried her hand at short superhero plays during a number of youth development workshops and camps they’d led as part of the engagement process leading up to the moment she needed to write the final piece. Just two months before she begins guiltily bugging her director by text, she wrote one with and for about 10 kids at Cheyenne River Youth Project in Eagle Butte. This brief Superhero Story featured two magical beings, Osiceca (Storm) and Wanahca (Flower Girl), whose superpower is to make flowers bigger, along with the original Native trickster Iktomi or, as Iktomi Wičháša, the original Spiderman. Together this trio attends a demolition derby and fights and conquers Godzilla, sending him, defeated, stomping off into the prairie.

That project also marked an early collaboration with Talon Bazille Ducheneaux, a Dakota/Lakota rapper/DJ/sound designer and member of the Cheyenne River and Crow Creek Sioux tribes. (Talon will score Wicoun.) For Superhero Story, he had the children create sounds with their bodies and voices that he sampled—along with Godzilla’s roar and the sounds of racing cars—for a soundtrack.

The ensemble followed the progress of engagement through daily reports Cornerstone members took turns posting to keep the company informed about the work on the road. What you couldn’t read about in these reports, however, was the writer’s state of mind as she attempted to make artistic sense of it all. Larissa wrote these brief plays with magical heroes for Lakota youth; she riffed with Michael about superpowers and heard from hundreds of people in dozens of communities; she printed and read every note from every meeting—“all the talks, all the years”— and put them together in “one massive document.”

But now that it’s time to write the real play, she can’t do it. She still doesn’t understand superheroes. She can’t “find any way into it personally.” And so the panicked, guilty texting begins. “I was like, ‘Explain it to me. What is it? Why does everyone keep saying this?!?’”

While Michael gets married, Larissa finds one answer in the movie Everything Everywhere All At Once [2022; winner of 7 top Oscars]. “That broke it open for me,” she says. “Okay, now I get it. I can do this. That’s where I saw it doesn’t have to be about good and evil.” In an Oscar-winning performance by Michelle Yeoh, the movie’s heroine, Evelyn Quan Wang, under IRS audit, gets drawn into battle with a powerful being bent on destroying the multiverse. As Larissa understood it, however, events play out within Evelyn’s family itself. She’s “very much tied to her family and her real relationships,” Larissa explains. Her husband and daughter get sucked out of the real world and into the superhero realm with her. The world shifts, but these relationships stay central.

Another lightbulb flips on when she remembers the only other superhero movie she’d liked: Wonder Woman, Patty Jenkins’s 2017 film, starring Gal Gadot. “Because it’s like, her power is compassion! That’s incredible! They’re also both female-centered.”

A lifetime comic book aficionado, first as a boy, then as the father of one, Michael adds context: “Everything Everywhere All at Once isn’t a revenge fantasy. I loved those kind of comic books, and then at a certain point in my early adulthood, I was done with them. I didn’t buy this whole revenge fantasy thing—this projection of power that’s very important for a lot of adolescent male psyches. But finding a comic that is halfway between the superhero coming into one’s power and using it to overcome at the same time, not being just a revenge or good vs. evil savior fantasy—I think that was really helpful for Larissa.”

Another thing Larissa and Michael keep hearing in story circles over the months that become years: concern about LGBTQ youth, particularly trans youth. Young people speak about this urgently, but adults bring it up too. “Sometimes surprising adults,” Michael adds. They want to address these concerns, but aren’t sure how to represent youth voices given, as Michael explains, they doubt they’ll be able to take young people on tour with the show. They hope to find another way to involve youth—including many they’ve met through camps and workshops—in the final production. They originally plan to do this through local audience interaction. Young folks in the audience might play a specific role, for instance, or be coached into action as part of the show. The team hopes the pandemic will continue to recede enough for large-scale, maybe even choral participation, rehearsed or led at each site just before the performance, possibly involving elders as well.

This is consistent with both of their previous Native plays. In Urban Rez, the first play of the trilogy, audiences moved from place to place, thrown into whatever was happening, often choosing their own adventure amid a lot of simultaneous action. According to Michael, the L.A. Native communities had asked Cornerstone “to create a thing where the audience, in particular the non-Indigenous people, felt what it was to not be part of the narrative and to feel unsure where to go, the way Native people there have often been made to feel displaced.” It was, as Cornerstone dubbed it in promotional materials, “a hotbed of chaos.”

In contrast to that disorienting immersion, Native Nation stressed the participatory power of the more cohesive and politically active Indigenous population of Arizona, where the Native tribes are, in Larissa’s words, “many and so strong.” There the audience was divided in four groups that circulated among different stages where they could learn about and engage with issues affecting Native communities: the Indian Child Welfare Act of 1978, water rights, blood quantum [a strategy used by the government and tribes to authenticate the amount of “Native blood” a person has by tracing individual and group ancestry], missing and murdered Indigenous women (MMIW), and “a host of community concerns that manifested from our conversations for the two or three years leading up to the April 2019 performance,” according to Rosetta Badhand-Walker, a community actor who brought her activism on behalf of MMIW to the play. A strong advocate for Native electoral participation, Rosetta also had a side table to register voters. Native Nation—arguably the largest Indigenous theatrical experience in the history of American professional nonprofit theatre, with, in Rosetta’s words, “a cast of 40 and a full-blown production crew that brought semi trucks full of equipment from L.A.”—meant business.

August 2021 & 2022

At the heart of this story: things that go disastrously wrong.

Milks Camp, a community at the very edge of Rosebud, is the site of Lakota Youth Development (LYD), the realized vision of a real-life superhero named Marla Bull Bear more than 30 years ago. LYD addresses such problems as teen suicide, substance abuse, and violence by teaching youth Wolakota (Lakota way of life), focusing on the 12 Lakota virtues: compassion, perseverance, sacrifice, fortitude, generosity, wisdom, love, respect, bravery, honor, humility, and truth. Marla, the executive director, works alongside a small staff that includes, as facilities manager, her husband Charles Bull Bear, a former police officer and ranger for Rosebud, and a board, whose president is Joseph Marshall III, author of The Lakota Way and many other books.

Larissa has been involved with LYD for many years, and she and Michael have returned several times for workshops with the youth there. Cornerstone previously led a summer camp there, in the summer of ’21, which I had the privilege of participating in.

Cornerstone approaches all of its relations thoughtfully, aware that what holds for one community won’t apply in another. Work with Native children requires extraordinary care to build trust, especially when it’s led by white or white-presenting folks and strangers to their community. Cornerstone members are practiced at this care and have been trained in working with traumatized populations. They talk through all workshop ideas with Marla.

Among the important context they gather along the way: More than four in five American Indian women and men have experienced violence in their lifetime, more than 90 percent of that interracial, i.e. perpetrated by non-Native people. More than half of all Native American women (56 percent) have experienced sexual violence, 96 percent at the hands of non-Native perpetrators, according to CDC reports. Against this background of violence and the centuries-old history of aggression, genocide, and displacement, Native children experience post-traumatic stress at the same rates as veterans returning from Iraq and Afghanistan—i.e., triple the rate of the general population.

Given all this, LYD’s teachers and camp elders insist on very specific care. Marla makes sure that all lesson plans are tied to Lakota culture. In preparation for the campers’ arrival in August 2021, the Cornerstone crew—by then we’re joined by Peter Howard and another longtime ensemble member, lighting designer Geoff Korf—discuss every detail with her, from cultural customs around eye contact and shaking hands to the way play-devising prompts should be phrased: Talk about “words” and “pictures,” rather than “writing” and “drawing.” “Tell the story of your names” is a formulation that takes time and trust; it should be replaced with “one fun fact about your name.” Cut “I like to watch movies,” as some kids don’t have access to them.

In the summer of 2021, I find it profoundly moving to see six young campers, 10 to 15 years of age, begin the week hidden deep inside their hoodies and then, over only a few days, blossom. They light up playing theatre games like Indigenous Zip Zap Zop and Sweeping the Tipi, led by Kenny and Peter. They respond creatively to bonfire stories told by camp elder Joseph Kills Small and art projects with Lakota artist Mike Marshall.

A year later, in early August 2022, before Michael’s Pennsylvania play and Vineyard wedding, before Larissa’s writing panic and breakthrough, a group of 15 campers, having completed another full week of camp, join to celebrate a successful staged reading of another new play, Our History Is Our Future, which weaves together ideas and contributions from every kid at camp. Spirits are high. Peter wakes up early and joins Marla and two sleepy campers for the sunrise morning song, with which they greet the day. They walk up the hill to “marvel at the light,” as Peter later writes, from the new sun, clouds, and a rainbow. They plan to hold a follow-up presentation of the play in the morning, and the campers show up at breakfast in COVID masks and Lakota Youth Development T-shirts, which double as costumes. As the rain grows heavy, they “roll gamely with the news” that the encore performance will be canceled. They pack their things and prepare to de-camp.

Peter gathers up Lynn and Nephelie’s tools and consolidates craft materials they will leave for future work at LYD, including “a large cotton tarp, cut and grommeted to fit the backdrop of the outdoor stage.” They leave paint and brushes to paint it with, and a new light source in the popcorn concession shed, which they hope will be a puppet booth next summer. (The campers all want to make and work with puppets.) Meanwhile, Larissa holds a closing session with the youth, and they list things they’re taking away from camp, including:

Speak clearly with voice so people can hear you.

You should come to theatre camp because it’s inspiring. And helps you learn about theatre.

Writing scripts.

Inspires you to speak louder in front of crowds of people.

Food. Well-nourished and healthy.

Theatre camp helps social skill.

Creativity.

In the process of recounting the learnings from camp, Larissa and Marla realize they haven’t clearly communicated that working in the theatre is an actual job—that people get paid for it. As Larissa reports, “It was mind-blowing to them. Lots of actual dropped jaws.” Marla polls the kids about which jobs they would want, and designers come out No. 1, with a couple votes for acting, writing, stage management—none for directing. Larissa concludes that being in charge might be “intimidating for them.”

In the next hours, though, the week’s affirmations give way to a different kind of positive. For all their care, some things are out of everyone’s control. COVID hits the fan. The company’s daily reports, usually precise and full of local color, break down. Peter Howard files his Aug. 4 report five days after the fact, referring to a brief Aug. 5 report by community advisor Clementine (Minnie) Bordeaux. Clementine, a collaborator on Wicoun and CTC board member, is an enrolled member of the Sicangu Lakota Oyate, raised on Pine Ridge, who, along with her family, has been instrumental in providing support and connection throughout the state, even while completing a PhD in Culture and Performance at UCLA. (Clementine will receive the doctorate during Wicoun’s tour.) Larissa weighs in a week later with a pre-dated report, followed by another on Aug. 12, after a Paxlovid-induced night of insomnia. She refers to Clementine as “the last of us COVID virgins to test positive,” in what veteran ensemble member Lynn Jeffries will later call “the Milks Camp fiasco.”

Lynn, Nephelie, Larissa, and Clementine all have COVID. Reports follow from LYD of folks, young and old, including visionary Marla, testing positive. Michael remembers: “Our group brought it with us, and it was really hard.” The COVID spread spared no group. “Elders, babies, the whole community. It was devastating. It had a huge emotional, psychological, and practical impact on the work and on us.”

A similar camp scheduled for the following week at the Yankton reservation is canceled; with school about to start, the risk of exposure is too high. The company divides. Lynn isolates in a hotel, Nephelie in an Airbnb, while COVID-free Kenny goes to Rapid City with Clementine, where they quarantine, separated by two floors.

Michael and Peter, who stay virus-free and act as gofers for their nearby colleagues, rent an Airbnb in Sioux Falls with Larissa. “COVID House,” as she calls it, has big windows to open and ceiling fans for the warm summer nights. With asthma and another autoimmune disease, Larissa starts taking Paxlovid 48 hours later. When she wakes at 9 p.m. with a fever and high heart rate, struggling to breathe, she’s glad to have taken it. She considers herself a “poor patient,” and is especially grateful for Peter and Michael’s care. Clementine dubs them the GOATS of the trip, as they traverse the Covid bubbles, pharmacies, and shops. They deliver food and books, drive their colleagues to doctors and hospitals, and take distanced walks with their patients.

“Every day I was getting a call about a new person who tested positive,” Michael recalls. “We just sat in Sioux Falls, couldn’t leave. It was really emotionally rough. We had tested like crazy before. We became the problem nonetheless, and the price is high most importantly in how it impacts the community.”

Eight days later the threesome from COVID House test negative and head to Pipestone, Minn., a national monument of breathtaking “beauty and variety and history and power and peace,” as Larissa describes it. It’s her last Paxlovid day, and she’s exhausted, having done nothing all week, so she naps on some large rocks, while Michael and Peter hike around. “If this is how I end,” she tells the guys, “let people know I ended in a good way at a good place.” Later that day they have dinner and ice cream outdoors with Lynn, who is feeling better but still testing positive.

The impact of that week remains hard for each of them to express: “Scary, sad, exhausting, boring, beautiful, restful, monotonous, bonding, etc.,” Larissa writes to the full company. The outbreak overturns their plans for the production to come. Everything must change: the shape of the production, scale of the tour, the play itself, and of course, the design. Any ideas of immersion get scrapped. They will, instead, create the most intimate show of the trilogy: eight actors, presentational style, no community chorus, no audience participation.

“After the Milks Camp COVID fiasco, we completely rethought everything,” puppet designer Lynn Jeffries explains. “Michael and Larissa felt that now, even though COVID is definitely improving, we did not want to be having much contact with people. So they reconceived how the set was going to be so that there was more distance between audience and performers. We totally eliminated having local cast members at each venue, and would just have a small group of people who would travel together.”

[In the next installment: The cast assembles and the tour begins.  I hope that everyone will return to ROT on Wednesday, 24 January, for Part 2 of “Superheroes on Native Land.

[Todd London is a former managing editor of American Theatre and the author of numerous books on the theater, including This Is Not My Memoir [2020] with Andre Gregory, An Ideal Theater [2013], Outrageous Fortune [2009], The Importance of Staying Earnest [2013], and The Artistic Home [1988], as well as two novels, If You See Him, Let Me Know [2020] and The World’s Room [2001]  A long-term artistic director of New York’s New Dramatists, he won the George Jean Nathan Award for Dramatic Criticism and was the first recipient of Theatre Communications Group’s Visionary Leadership Award.]