15 September 2025

More About Healing Theater

 

Both Bryan Doerries and KJ Sanchez use theatre to confront the toughest human challenges, from battlefield trauma to prison

[This post is a follow-up on “Theater: A Healing Art” (3 September 2023).  Theater as a healing art is an idea that was put into my head by Leonardo Shapiro (1946-97), an experimental theater director I knew in the 1980s and ’90s, and about whom I’ve blogged often on Rick On Theater.]

NOT ALONE
by Rob Weinert-Kendt

[The article below, the transcript of a conversation between KJ Sanchez and Bryan Doerries moderated by Rob Weinert-Kendt, was published in American Theatre’s October 2015 issue (volume 32, number 8) under the heading “Conversations.”  It was posted as “Bryan Doerries and KJ Sanchez, Mediators and Resensitizers” and slugged “Interviews” on the AT website on 23 September 2015. 

[(The text below is taken from the online version of the article which has more of the conversation than the printed text.  The final passages of the digital edition were badly edited; I’ve taken the liberty of cleaning them up for reposting on Rick On Theater.)

[Bryan Doerries and his Theater of War, which is all about healing through theater, are the subject of “Theater of War” (22, 25, and 28 June, and 1 July 2024).]

The creators of ‘Theater of War’ and ‘ReEntry’ compare notes on adapting and creating cathartic experiences for servicemembers and other hard-hit communities.

Neither has served in the military, but both Bryan Doerries [b. ca. 1977; pronounced DOOR-eez] and KJ Sanchez [b. ca. 1967] have felt called to serve in other ways: Doerries with his company Outside the Wire, which since 2008 has toured his stripped-down translations of Greek tragedies to military bases around the world, including at Guantanamo Bay (ATJuly/August ’11), and Sanchez with ReEntry, a docutheatre piece she created with Emily Ackerman [playwright and actress based in New York City] based on interviews with veterans of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan (in the same AT issue) [premiered at Two River Theater Company, Red Bank, New Jersey, 24 January-15 February 2009]. Both have since branched out to do similar work in other contexts: Doerries with healthcare workers and prison guards, and Sanchez with pieces about equity in the arts and most recently the legacy of brain injuries in professional football (X’s and O’s: A Football Love Story at Berkeley Rep [premiere: 16 January-1 March 2015], coming soon to Baltimore’s Center Stage [13 November-18 December 2015]; AT, March ’15).

[Outside the Wire is “a social-impact company,” say the official statements of its mission, “that uses theater and a variety of other media to address pressing public health and social issues, such as combat-related psychological injury, end-of-life care, prison reform, domestic violence, political violence, recovery from natural and man-made disasters, substance abuse, and addiction.”  It was started in 2009 by Doerries, its co-founder (with Phyllis Kaufman, a lawyer and the company’s producer).

[Outside the Wire is the umbrella organization for several related projects, including the Theater of War, whose origins reach back to 2005, though it, too, was formed in 2009. ToW is “a project that presents readings of ancient Greek plays to service members, veterans, and their families to help them initiate conversations about the visible and invisible wounds of war.” (The dates of formation for both Outside the Wire and Theater of War are given variously in different sources.)]

Doerries’s new book about his work, The Theater of War: What Ancient Greek Tragedies Can Teach Us Today, will be published on Sept. 22 by Knopf [2015; for a review by James Shapiro, see Theater of War, Part 1], along with a volume of his translations of Ajax, Women of TrachisPhiloctetes, and Prometheus Bound, titled All That You’ve Seen Here Is God [Vintage, 2015]. A star-studded 10-city fall tour to mark the book launch begins Sept. 27 [2015] at the Brooklyn Academy of Music.

Some months ago, Sanchez and Doerries, who are friends and colleagues, met for drinks at Soho’s [New York City] Ear Inn to talk shop about military culture, the machinery of tragedy, and why talkbacks are an obscenity.

[For some thoughts on “talkbacks” from a playwright’s and a dramaturg/writing teacher’s perspective, see “Thoughts on Playwriting” by Kirk Woodward (31 January 2021).]

KJ Sanchez: What I love about your book is that it covers all your work, not just your work with the military, but how all of these plays can serve as palliative, as healing, as a reflecting pool and a conduit to important, life-changing conversations we don’t seem to be able to have until we have that play that can ignite them. What the book can do is become a lighthouse for a lot of people who want to do this kind of work.

Bryan Doerries: I hope so. I certainly hope so.

Sanchez: I have to make a confession. When I first saw your presentation on an Army base, I got really emotional—and that was before the actors even started. I got emotional with your introduction. You get up there and say that in your marrow you are committed to this conversation that is about to happen. It’s clear how personally dangerous it is, how professionally dangerous it is, and you lay it all out on the line. The way that you introduced Ajax [442 or 441 BCE; by Sophocles (497/496-406/405 BCE)]—the way you set the stage for who Ajax was and what his friend Achilles meant to him, and the loss of dignity and humanity that Ajax suffered when Achilles’s shield is given to Odysseus instead—this was all in your introduction, and I was already just completely engaged.

And I was so happy to see that you put all that personal investment in the book, too. You had talked to me a little bit about losing your girlfriend Laura. Obviously, losing someone you love is a key moment in anyone’s life, but I didn’t realize how that really triggered what you would do for the rest of your life.

[Laura Rothenberg and Doerries met at the University of Virginia in 2002. She had cystic fibrosis from birth and died on 20 March 2003 at age 22 when her body rejected her transplanted lungs. In his grief, Doerries said, he turned to the Greek tragedies he’d read in college because he could relate to the great suffering the characters underwent. That experience, he professed, led him to the Theater of War.]

Doerries: You know, you make one decision in your life: I’m going to care for a person; I’m going to put it all on the line and see where this leads. I’m going to face death, I’m going to face suffering. And it just continues to open world upon world upon world. I owe all my work to that experience, and it keeps unfolding in all these ways that I could never expect. Laura died on March 20, 2003, in the East Village in our apartment, and a year ago, on March 20 [2014], I found myself sitting in an office at [Memorial] Sloan Kettering [Cancer Center; cancer treatment and research institution in Manhattan] being asked whether we’d bring Philoctetes [409 BCE by Sophocles] to this cancer hospital. We did five or six free performances, engaging these oncologists in open discussions about death and dying and being in the presence of suffering, using this ancient play as a catalyst. At the end of that, the head of surgery’s wife comes up to me and says, “We’d like to ask you to be our commencement speaker this year for the surgical oncologists.” I always thought I would get a high school graduation, or you know, the Rotary Club, but to be given the opportunity to speak to 75 of the top surgeons at the top training institution in the world for oncology was a huge opportunity.

So standing in front of these doctors, I hit them really hard—I talked a lot about Philoctetes and about Hippocratic medicine, the limits of medicine in the ancient world and how there was wisdom in conceiving of a medicine with limits. I had no idea if it would land. And then, at this black-tie event at Cipriani, one by one these doctors, these chairs and chiefs of the program, came up and said, “That really touched me.”

[Doerries was probably speaking of Cipriani 42nd Street, an elegant event space known for its high-end Italian cuisine. It is directly across East 42nd Street from Grand Central Terminal. (There are—or were in 2015—a number of Cipriani eateries of different types in Manhattan.)]

What I’ve learned over the last six years or seven years is that sometimes it really takes an outsider to change the culture of an institution, whether that institution is the theatre or a hospital or the military. The only way to stand in front of an audience of a thousand Marines who are thinking about the ways they could disembowel you, who are resentful at the fact that you’re there telling them about Greek tragedy and they’ve been “volun-told” to see it—the only way to stand there with any confidence in my opinion is to revel in being the outsider. You don’t have to be hyper-masculine; you don’t have to be accepted or even be liked by them. You just have to deliver this thing to them.

Sanchez: And you have to be willing to listen. That is very, very clear with what you do. Even if what you ask them is, “So tell me how we got it wrong,” then that opens the door.

Doerries: That’s the best!

Sanchez: That’s the best question, right?

Doerries: I know it’s working when two things happen. One is when the lowest-ranking member of the community for which we’re performing, the food service worker in the prison, the private in the military, the palliative care hospice nurse in the hospital setting, stands up and speaks the truth of his or her experience in front of the highest-ranking members. The second way I know it’s working is when people talk about how much they hate the experience, and they can openly do it in their own words. It becomes all the more validating, after the person who said, “This is the fucking most pretentious thing I’ve ever experienced,” for someone to say, “This is the most life-changing thing I’ve ever experienced.” I find myself grinning from ear to ear when people stand up and say, “This is bullshit.” Because we’ve created a place where that can be said. I mean, where else can that be said in these regimented hierarchical environments, you know? I mean, it’s okay for us to get up and say it at the Public Theater, but to say it where your job is on the line?

Sanchez: Wouldn’t that be fantastic if we could have more of that immediate feedback loop in the American theatre at large? Because the only way we have feedback is audiences can give thumbs up, thumbs down, reviewers can talk about what they liked or whether the writing was successful. This isn’t about, “Do you think we’re good playwrights?” It’s: I’m going to do my very best to share, to tell you this story in an artistic, human way. Then I want to hear whatever you have to offer, all of you.

Doerries: When we move the needle and audiences are buzzing because they’ve been touched in some meaningful way—not necessarily explicitly about a social issue, but touched as human beings—we have an opportunity to do something with that energy. Yet 99 percent of the time, with great speed and efficiency, we suck the life out of the possibility in that audience. We do that by having a dramaturg come out and give a lecture; we do that by having people who share our political beliefs come out and congratulate us for having those beliefs; we do that by, worst of all—with all due respect—having the artists come out and talk about process. That’s the most soul-deadening thing you can do after an uplifting experience in the theatre. Instead, this model, which I know you subscribe to—

Sanchez: Well, we outright stole it from your design when we did ReEntry at Center Stage, then at Actors Theatre of Louisville [Humana Festival of New American Plays; 15 November-17 December 2011]. We did exactly what you do: Immediately after the performance, panelists came up. With ReEntry it was a veteran, a spouse, and either a chaplain or a mental health worker. And their job was to give their first-blush personal response to the play. It can be, “This play made me angry,” “This play was exactly my story,” “This play made me question how I’m going to talk to my husband,” or, “What you didn’t get in the play was this.” And then a town hall discussion. It’s completely different than having the actors come out, and then the audience has to be nice and say, “What was it like to be that character?”

Doerries: It’s to the point where the word “talkback” has become an obscenity to me. Not because the word isn’t descriptive of what we should be doing—we should be talking back. It’s an obscenity because we have turned it into a manifestation of our most banal, most unimaginative impulses in the theatre. Theatre is a psychotropic experience; it changes us biochemically. It puts us in a different state of consciousness. And once we enter that state of consciousness, something can happen.

Sanchez: We need to coin a new phrase—“talk-across.”

Doerries: Yeah!

Sanchez: Instead of a talkback, you know?

Doerries: I mean, right now it’s really a “talk down.” It’s about, how many different ways can we condescend to the intelligence of this audience? Until we’ve deadened the possibility we’ve created. The model that we use and that you have innovated on in your own way—I do think it speaks to the ancient model from which these ancient texts derived and evolved, which is that a city would empty all of its courts, its places of work, its places of worship, and send one third of its population to a theatre, and 17,000 people would sit according to tribe and rank and watch plays that were explicitly speaking in some way to fundamental human experiences. Not as sheer entertainment and not as therapy per se, but as a religious experience—a rite, something that is sacred.

Sanchez: I get a little squirrely when I hear the word religious, but my version of that is about bearing witness.

Doerries: If I had one word to define this work, it’s permission. How many different ways can we give you permission—you, the audience—to speak the unspeakable? To acknowledge the thing that you buried deep and denied? To face death? To collectively acknowledge our shared humanity, and also, most importantly with the tragedies we perform, to acknowledge the limitations of human compassion? The note I give actors before they go onstage is: “Make them wish they’d never come.” The reason I say that is because if we push an audience to a point where they wish they weren’t there, and in some way they’ve been trapped—whether they’re “volun-told” or it’s socially unacceptable to walk out, or it’s a place without an aisle—that then we can create this moment where we can actually interrogate why it was so difficult to be in the room. I used to think it was all about empathy, but for me it’s much more about shared discomfort.  

[For an example of a situation like the one Doerries describes above, see my discussion of Richard Schechner’s The Prometheus Project in December 1985 in “Appropriation in the Theater” (8 May 2015).].

Sanchez: Right. You know, we use the phrase “compassion fatigue” a lot, when we’re not really all that tired of being compassionate. But you are actually dealing with communities, with doctors and hospice workers who are facing death every day, dealing with a military on their 8th, 9th, 10th deployment—you are dealing with people hitting the wall.

Doerries: Absolutely.

Sanchez: And you’re saying to the actors: Throw the wall back at them and then somehow you bust through together.

Doerries: Yeah. Push it past them, past what people in the room can handle. I mean, most of our audiences are red state audiences; they don’t share a lot necessarily in common with the actors or with me in terms of our values, our political perspectives. But if we share nothing, at least we share that we were uncomfortable.

Sanchez: That is such a great place to start. That’s the base of human experience.

Doerries: So if you want to have a conversation about abortion, if you want to have a conversation about war, if you want to have a conversation about traumatic brain injury, start with a portrayal of human suffering first, push the audience past its ability to hear it, witness it—and then have the conversation. I guarantee you it won’t be a shouting match of people trying to savage each other with ideology, because we have moved the audience from one cognitive space to another, and it creates the opening. I see it every place we go, from San Francisco and Cambridge and D.C. to the most rigidly conservative audiences in the middle of the country.

Sanchez: Ajax was your first project; you used that play as a way of talking about battle fatigue, post-traumatic stress disorder or post-traumatic stress—depending on who you talk to, because some folks don’t like the term “disorder”—the spousal experience, and obviously suicide. Talk us through a couple of the other pieces that you cover.

Doerries: Concurrent with the development of Theater of War, I also developed this project, presenting readings of Prometheus in supermax prisons. At first I thought we were going to perform it for the inmates.

Sanchez: But then something even more interesting happened.

Doerries: After trying to get into Rikers Island and getting very close but not making it, I met a social worker there who said, “Listen, I have a cousin who is the director for corrections in the state of Missouri, and he might just be crazy enough to allow you to come in with Prometheus Bound [ca. 430 BCE; by Aeschylus (525/524-456 BCE)].”

Sanchez: It’s always about meeting the one that’s crazy enough. Or desperate enough. I once had a Marine Corps retired general say to me, “We’re desperate now—we’ll try anything.” That’s why he was all for bringing theatre into the military.

Doerries: Yeah, God bless the military. They’re not like foundations that need metrics before they try something. They have a problem the scale of which is so large, and for better or worse, they have such a large portion of our gross domestic product and our tax dollars, and you and I came in at this moment where they were trying everything: They were trying sand rock gardens, they were trying equestrian therapy, they were trying dolphins. Greek tragedy or documentary-style theatre [what Sanchez does; see “Feud for Thought” and “Real Talk About Real Talk”] actually seems relatively middle of the road when you think about all the things they were trying. They were throwing them up against a wall and seeing what stuck.

Sanchez: So back to: You met this woman who had a cousin who might have been crazy enough to try this.

Doerries: Yeah, so I call the cousin and he immediately returns my call. His name is George Lombardi, he’s the director of corrections in the state of Missouri. And he says, “Listen, I really like your idea. We have some programs already for prisoners, but what I think maybe would be more valuable is if you came in and did the performance for corrections officers and other people working in the prisons. No one ever does anything for them, we have very little psychological services for them, and they do time eight hours a day and live in these hellish environments, and, you know, maybe something could happen.” The more I thought about it, I thought, well, there’s not closer analogue to the military, where I knew the project was really working, than the sort of paramilitary apparatus of those who work in prisons. They have rank, they have file, they report their surveillance, there’s punishment. To a certain extent, there’s no difference between a barracks and a hospital and a prison. They’re all systems of rigid hierarchy, of discipline and punishment. And Prometheus is about discipline and punishment! It’s about living within this hierarchical structure.

Sanchez: I was very struck with how many guards identified with Prometheus, and see themselves as part of the prison industrial complex in a way that really surprised me.

Doerries: Theatre gives us the opportunity to step back from the roles we’re all playing, to acknowledge the archetypes and look at them more objectively. Everyone who works inside a prison is aware that a very thin barrier separates them from the people they have power over—that only grace separates them in many ways. Many who work in prisons come from the same socioeconomic background, the same neighborhoods, the same classrooms, the same gangs, as the people who are in the prison themselves. So that came out immediately in the discussion of Prometheus Bound after the first performance we did at a supermax prison for the guards: “I’m Prometheus; I’m the one who can be punished for showing compassion to the people that I’m guarding,” or, “I’m the one that if I get a DUI will get a mandatory sentence of five years or more, while you, because you can afford a much better lawyer, Bryan, will get off.”

You know, all of these communities that we go into are communities that practice a kind of emotional detachment at the center of their work, whether it’s surgeons or soldiers or guards or corrections officers. And theatre has the capacity to create a safe space for them to let down the barriers—to allow the Trojan horse of Greek tragedy in and to feel something, and to do it in a public, and even in a performative way.

One of the things I’ve also learned from this work—and this is the center of your work in every way—is that we need mediation. Theatre is mediation. Like, if I allowed myself to feel the things it would be appropriate to feel from the walk from here to the subway in relation to people that I saw on the street, I would be destroyed. So I practice this clinical detachment as well. I need to be wrested from it, for it be wrenched away from me, and the shock of being in the presence of a believable portrayal of human suffering, with an amazing actor delivering it, can do that.

Sanchez: I understand why some doctors and others become desensitized; it’s a survival mechanism.

Doerries: Certainly. It’s not adaptive to be crying when bullets are flying at you, or when you’re in an ER and you’re having to cut open someone’s chest. But there has to be a sanctioned place to feel those things, and the theatre was that sanctioned place. This is not some fanciful fabrication. It was the place where everyone stopped working, they came together, and they purposely put themselves in front of an experience that would elicit these feelings. In a century in which 80 years of that century was spent fighting war—in the latter half of a century in which a third of the Athenian population had died, if we believe Thucydides—there is no one in the Athenian audience who wouldn’t have known the screams of these characters. There was no one in the audience who wouldn’t have understood that first- or secondhand. So for the last six years, the experiment for me has been: What do we do when we take these ancient stories, which I think are a technology designed for very specific audiences that had lived these experiences—

Sanchez: The original apps, is that what you’re saying?

Doerries: Yeah, I think of them more like external hard drives. When you plug them into an audience for which they were designed, the plays know what to do and the audience knows what to do in return. Like when you transplant a kidney, and before you finish suturing it into the new body, the urethra is pumping urine. There’s something about these plays that are living, breathing, organic technology for delivering a very specific experience.

But this is where your work comes in; there are so many people who are suffering and need an intervention of this nature for which there is no classic text and something needs to be devised.

Sanchez: Right, American Records’ mission is to make work that chronicles our time, and work that serves as a bridge between people. So my job is to listen to a particular community, to a particular story, and then what I do is I frame it in a palatable way. I’m a huge fan of documentary films, but documentary theatre does something very different, similar to what you do, which is that it allows us to bear witness together. So I start with a subject, something that I find burning and interesting. This is going to not make any sense, perhaps, but I pick subjects I don’t understand yet what I feel about. That’s been my guiding principle for the last 10 years: that what I think and feel about a situation has nothing to do with what I’m trying to do. In fact, I’ve turned down stories and projects—

Doerries: Where you have a lot of skin in the game?

[My recent post “Documentary and Investigative Theater” (10 September 2025) is an excerpt from KJ Sanchez’s book The Radical Act of Listening: Making Documentary and Investigative Theatre (Routledge, 2024). (The selection was published as “Feud for Thought: How I Made a Play Out of a Family Drama” on the American Theatre webpage on 20 March 2025.) The book explores the field of documentary and investigative theater and offers a guide for making interview-based plays.]

Sanchez: Yeah. I’ve been asked to do something about immigration, and it’s like, no, I know how I feel about that. Then it becomes agitprop theatre.

Doerries: That’s a really important distinction. Because I think theatre that wears its politics on its sleeve alienates the very audience one would hope to engage. It’s not about the opening of meaning, or discovery, it’s about the closing of meaning and discovery.

Sanchez: I took some heat from my colleagues with ReEntry. I had a handful of people angry at me because I didn’t make an antiwar play. They thought that Emily and I made a pro-military play because I didn’t end the play with “war is bad.” I ended it with, “You know what? They’re still going back, and they couldn’t give a shit what the war is about.”

But all of these stories are incredibly emotional; the stakes are unbelievably high. For the last 9 years I’ve been promising myself a nervous breakdown. I keep saying that when I’m interviewing somebody, my job is not to let them know how I feel about anything. I’m on board for wherever they’re going to take me. So I don’t cry; I set aside all of that. Someday I’m going to go away, find a shaman, get into a sweat lodge, and let it all out. And I’m sure this happens everywhere you present: There’s a line of people who want to tell you their story, right? I find people who don’t feel comfortable talking in front of the group, they pull you aside.

Doerries: Yeah, definitely. It goes on for hours.

Sanchez: Where do you put that?

Doerries: It just gives me energy. It doesn’t take away. What I see night after night in the audiences when we perform is a palpable sense of relief.

The first question I ask all audiences is: Why do you think Sophocles wrote these plays and staged them for his community? What was he trying to say—what was his objective? Of course, the subtext of that is, How did this make you feel? And “how does this make you feel” is a question I wouldn’t want to be asked myself. So I say, “Why did Sophocles write this play?” I’m making it sound like a quasi-academic question. At one of our first performances, at an artillery base in Germany, this junior-enlisted soldier immediately raises his hand and says, “I think Sophocles wrote Ajax to boost morale.” And I say, “What’s morale-boosting about watching a great warrior lose his best friend, come unglued, attempt to kill his commanding officers, and ultimately, against the pleading of his wife and family, take his own life?” Before I could finish the question, the soldier shoots back, “Because it’s the truth.”

Sanchez: One of the best compliments I ever got was a lance corporal who walked up to me and said, “First of all, ma’am, I would like to say, I’m very glad this did not suck. And secondly, it’s good to know I’m not alone.”

Doerries: That’s terrific. I was at Camp Pendleton, and a Marine came up to me and said afterward, “Hey, sir, I liked your little skit.” I was like: You’re right, it is a skit.

Sanchez: We’ve talked about this before, but you and I have both noted the difference in communicating with military leadership versus leadership in the American theatre.

Doerries: Oh yeah.

Sanchez: I can get a general to return my emails and my phone calls, but there are a good number of artistic directors who don’t have the time and ability to communicate well.

Doerries: Well, for what it’s worth, maybe the general has more resources.

Sanchez: Yes, that’s a good point. One of my favorite things that Anne Bogart [b. 1951; theatre and opera director; one of the artistic directors of SITI Company] ever said to me was a little advice she gave when I was becoming a director. She said, “You need to figure out if you’re a person who’s round on the outside and square on the inside, or square on the outside and round on the inside.” The military and medical and service communities that we work with are very square on the outside. You get a response—either, “No, thank you,” or, “We’d like your play at our base, please advise.” Done. But in the world we traffic in, because of all of our creativity, we’re round on the outside, so it’s more difficult to communicate, to be hard when we need to be hard. Do you know what I mean?

Doerries: It’s actually been a big revelation for me. Would I rather deal with academics, people in the theatre, foundation people—or with people in the military to try to get something done? No question who I’d want to work with. There’s something so remarkable about the efficiency. There are a lot of inefficiencies, obviously, in the military, but if you give people in the military two pieces of paper with a quick proposal, and maybe one phone call later, it’s executed, usually flawlessly—maybe a little too literally. If you work in the theatre or with academics, you have 20 phone calls. Maybe it’s part of the culture from the get-go, or maybe it’s just when you’re facing life-and-death issues, you don’t have time for all the bullshit. You attack problems more efficiently. There’s something deeply refreshing about it.

Sanchez: Does it make you crazy when well-intentioned people say, “You know, you should hook up with the USO”? That makes me crazy!

Doerries: No. We did partner with the USO on a quarter of a million dollar grant, and they were great partners, and they have an enormous reach.

Sanchez: But it’s about, “Let’s entertain the troops.”

Doerries: It’s different. So the other person person that should be sitting at this table is Adam Driver [b. 1983; actor], whose organization Arts in the Armed Forces, of which I’m on the board, espouses that specific approach. He was in the military, the Marine Corps, he went to Juilliard, he’s had a successful career, and he feels that people in the military deserve not to be condescended to with what passes for entertainment. They deserve to be uplifted and challenged, and so he doesn’t do plays that are explicitly about the military—he does John Patrick Shanley [b. 1950; playwright, theater director, and filmmaker], and he allows the audience to have its own human response. They’re not about discussion, but they’re about raising the bar and saying, you know, it is a form of service to go into these communities and bring something that actually is challenging or uplifting, rather than to you know, simply entertain.

[Arts in the Armed Forces (AITAF) was a non-profit organization that brought arts programming to active-duty service members, veterans, military support staff of the United States, and their families around the world free of charge. It was founded by actors Adam Driver and Joanne Tucker in 2006 and was dissolved in 2023.]

Sanchez: Yeah. Isn’t it cool now that we have a tribe?

Doerries: Yeah, there’s a tribe.

Sanchez: You mentioned Adam, and there’s also Paula Vogel [b. 1951; Pulitzer Prize- and Tony Award-winning playwright].

Doerries: Paula Vogel, and there’s a whole bunch of others.

Sanchez: What’s so fascinating about her is that early in her life, her day job was as a secretary for the Navy.

Sanchez: And now she’s offering herself to do workshops whenever possible for veterans, to teach, to give them tools to write their own plays.

Doerries: And she’s cultivating the talent of this next generation of veteran writers—Maurice Decaul [b. 1980; former Marine; poet, essayist, and playwright], all these other writers she has taken a personal interest in. She’s created space within TCG [Theatre Communications Group; non-profit service organization that promotes professional non-profit theater in the United States; publisher of American Theatre] for veterans, for theatres to come to a different orientation, to what it would mean to actually do something that might move people socially with regard to veterans. There are a lot of people in the space now, and as far as I’m concerned, the more the merrier.

Sanchez: I agree.

[Rob Weinert-Kendt (he/him) is an arts journalist and the editor-in-chief of American Theatre.  He was the founding editor-in-chief of Back Stage West and writes about theater for the New York TimesTime Out New York, and the Los Angeles Times.  He studied film at the University of Southern California and is a composer member of the BMI Lehman Engel Musical Theater Workshop.

[In addition to “Feud for Thought,” in “Documentary and Investigative Theater,” playwright Sanchez figures in “Real Talk About Real Talk,” part 3 of “On The Real: Documentary Theatre’” (21 September 2017).]


10 September 2025

Documentary and Investigative Theater

 

[Readers of Rick On Theater will probably know that I have had a special interest in documentary theater.  I’ve posted an article, “Performing Fact: The Documentary Drama” (9 October 2009), on the blog as one of the earliest posts after I launched ROT.  After that, I reposted an American Theatre series, On The Real: Documentary Theatre’” (15, 18, 21, 24, and 27 September 2017).  

[These articles, including mine, are mostly about “historical” documentary plays, the ones that are about events or figures from history, and are mostly drawn from historical records of one kind or another.  The article below, by playwright KJ Sanchez (b. ca. 1967), is about a private subject out of her own family history and is based on interviews she conducted with members of her extended family.  

[The technique has been used for the historical plays, such as those of Anna Deavere Smith and Emily Mann, but the focus on family history as a subject for a documentary play is only mentioned in passing in the posts previously published on ROT. 

[(A similar field, community events, is covered in George McCalmon and Christian Moe’s Creating Historical Drama: A Guide for the Community and the Interested Individual (Southern Illinois University, 1965) and Gillette A. Elvgren, Jr.’s “Documentary Theatre at Stoke-on-Trent” in Educational Theatre Journal 1 (March 1974): 86-98, which looks at the work of Peter Cheeseman at the Victoria Theatre.)]

FEUD FOR THOUGHT: 
HOW I MADE A PLAY OUT OF A FAMILY DRAMA
by KJ Sanchez

[This article was published on the American Theatre webpage on 20 March 2025 under the heading of “Book Excerpts.”  The post included this introduction:

In this excerpt from her new book The Radical Act of Listening: Making Documentary and Investigative Theatre (Routledge, 2024, 272 pp.), KJ Sanchez writes about how her childhood love for a certain television host’s fearlessly curious and wide-ranging interviews inspired and informed her first theatre work.

[Also on Rick On Theater are further posts that touch on this same topic that readers may want to check out: “Performing Fact: The Documentary Drama” (9 October 2009 and “‘On The Real: Documentary Theatre’” (15, 18, 21, 24, and 27 September 2017).]

A leading documentary theatre creator recounts her beginnings in the practice, which began close to home—literally.

As a kid, I was obsessed with Dick Cavett—his sly sense of humor and his nerves of steel. He never lost his cool, no matter how cranky his guest, and always found the smoothest way to have the hardest conversation. Cavett was known to say, “It’s a rare person who wants to hear what he doesn’t want to hear.”

[Dick Cavett (b. 1936) is a television personality, comedian, and former talk show host. The Dick Cavett Show ran on various television networks, at various times of the broadcast day. The ABC late-night version that was highly regarded, successfully went against Johnny Carson’s formidable Tonight Show from 1969-75.  Cavett was actually dubbed “the thinking mans talk show host,” but the source of the label is unknown.]

What I learned from Dick Cavett is that it’s essential to go toward what scares you. One of my first documentary plays sat squarely in the center of some of my biggest fears. My family, along with nearly everyone in our little town, was involved in a major land feud. Tomé, New Mexico, was settled by the Spanish in the 1630s and was formed as a documented land grant in 1731, when the Spanish government gave this massive tract of land (250,000 acres) to about 30 families. These were my ancestors, who were a combination of Pueblo Indians, Sephardic Jews, and German merchants.

[The historical timeline for the control of the New Mexico territory from the time of the arrival of Europeans is as follows: Spain conquered the territory of Nueva México between 1540 and 1542. The Spanish remained in control of New Mexico until 1821, when Mexico declared independence from Spain (Mexican War of Independence: 1810-21) and took control of Nueva España and all its North American territories.

[After the Mexican-American War (1846-48), the U.S. took the territories of Arizona, New Mexico, California, and part of Colorado as booty. The New Mexico Territory was established in 1850 (which included most of present-day Arizona, New Mexico, the Las Vegas Valley, and what would become Clark County, Nevada). In 1854 the U.S. acquired the southwestern bootheel of what’s now the state of New Mexico, along with Arizona's land south of the Gila River, in the Gadsden Purchase.  

[In 1863, the southern portion of the New Mexico Territory was split off and designated Arizona Territory. (It would essentially become the 48th state of the Union on 14 February 1912.)  New Mexico was admitted as the 47th state on 6 January 1912.

[Additional details regarding the history of the territory of New Mexico is in “Taos & Taos Pueblo: History” (27 May 2012). For a discussion of how Sephardic Jews came to be in New Mexico when it was part of New Spain, see “Crypto-Jews: Legacy of Secrecy” (15 September 2009) on this blog.]

The Tomé Land Grant continued for centuries as a communally owned land grant, from 1731 all the way until the 1970s. If you were born in Tomé and your family was from Tomé, then you inherited a share in this property. Over the centuries and under three different governments—Spain, then Mexico, then the U.S.—the Tomé Land Grant remained intact. The size diminished, as segments of land were lopped off and sold to pay for maintenance or taxes, but for nearly 300 years the people of Tomé shared the land grant.

By the time I was born, the land grant was about 47,000 acres of land, still a rather impressive piece of property, shared by descendants of the founding families. Aside from the fertile Rio Grande River Valley on one end and the mountains on the other, the majority of the property was high desert, very dry, and very sandy. This is the very land that recently served as the backdrop for Breaking Bad [crime drama television series on AMC (formerly American Movie Classics), 2008-13]. Under a huge blue sky surrounded by nothing but desert sage, that great expanse of nothing—that was our Tomé Land Grant. The only way to get much use out of the land was to graze cattle. If you could afford cattle, you could get something out of the land.

Then, from the 1950s to the late 1970s, a feud broke out over the rights to the Tomé Land Grant. Everyone sued everyone; lives were threatened and families torn apart. Sometimes the battle lines cut right through nuclear families: A cousin of mine did not speak to his brother for 13 years, though they lived next door to each other. All told, there were over 100 lawsuits. Ultimately, everyone lost. The suits made their way to the State Supreme Court, where the judge threw out centuries of precedent and decided that the entire land grant was null and void. And just like that, the land was gone. People were left with nothing but their rancor and hatred for each other.

My father was one of the Tomeseños at the center of this war between families. Half of the town thought he was a hero fighting for the poor and the other half thought he was the devil himself, only out for his own personal gain, obsessed with power. Growing up, our house was command central for meetings about the Land Grant, and the stress on my parents—waist-deep in lawsuits and trying to run their own business to provide for their 12 kids—was palpable. That’s when I headed out to the llano [Spanish; an extensive grassy plain with few trees] to pretend that I was Dick Cavett . . . far, far away from the fighting and worry.

I never expected to be a playwright. That was out of the realm of possibility. Most of us Tomeseños became cowboys or land developers, or worked for the Catholic Church. Somehow, through a series of accidents, I found myself in theatre. I stumbled into it and fell hard and fast and deeply in love with it. I have always loved everything about the problem-solving of rehearsal, and I found a particularly deep love for making plays, especially plays about real people and real events.

When I was about 25 and starting my professional theatre career in New York, my father passed away from a stroke after surviving two heart attacks. No doubt the stress of so many years of court battles and personal threats had an impact on his health, as it did on most of the patriarchs of Tomé, many of whom, like my father, died at a relatively young age.

A few years after my dad passed, my mom came to visit me in New York, and one night she said, “Honey, somebody needs to make a book or a movie or something about everything that happened. You should write it all down.”

And so I did. I pulled out a tape recorder and started asking her questions. I knew I couldn’t do this alone; the subject was far too personal, and I knew I needed collaborators to help me approach the material with expansive listening. So I got a grant and found a theatre company in Albuquerque [25 miles north of Tomé, population in 2010: 1,867] called Working Classroom, and together we went to Tomé, interviewed Tomeseños who had been involved in the feud, and made a play about it called Highway 47.

My first rule of engagement when making a documentary play is, “It ain’t about me.” I have no interest in putting my own opinion, my own agenda, or my own politics or beliefs onstage. I want to put the opinions, agendas, and politics of the people I interview onstage instead. This ethos probably sounds impossible when working on a story that was so deeply personal, but it was in fact the only way into and through this story.

And, believe it or not, setting my own feelings aside was easier than I thought, because my feelings were rather ambivalent. My mother’s family was on one side of this feud, my father’s on the other. I was stuck right in the middle. And I needed to stay right there in the middle, the only way to honestly hear both sides of this story.

I worked with Working Classroom’s ensemble of actors; I shared with them the interview techniques I was using and we went to Tomé to interview my father’s friends and foes alike. For those who were my father’s friends, I would introduce myself as Gillie Sanchez’s daughter; and for those who were his enemies, I introduced myself as Cipriana’s child. My mother was one of the kindest, most generous humans on the planet, and no matter what they thought of my father, they granted me an interview because of their affection for her. When trying to gain access to a closed community like this one, the key for me is this: If you earn just one person’s trust, they will then vouch for you and introduce you to others. What can you do to earn that trust? Here are a few suggestions:

Meet that person on their turf. When you set up the interview, ask them where they would prefer to meet, and what is most important to convenient and comfortable for them. This is incredibly helpful, because the location the person might choose will inform what they tell you. For example, one of my father’s enemies chose to meet me at the town cemetery. As we visited graves, he told me stories about each person buried there and we realized that many of his great-great-grandparents were also my great-great-grandparents. This commonality bridged so many gaps for us. On another occasion, a matriarch of the opposition wanted me to go to her home. Tomeseños are very hospitable people, and so she offered me coffee and cookies. We talked about her biscochitos recipe, which was quite like my mother’s recipe, and through this talk of cookies, we found common ground.

[Biscochitos are New Mexico’s state cookie. Though recipes vary, a biscochito is generally a crisp butter cookie, flavored with sugar, cinnamon, and anise.]

Be transparent about what you are doing and why you are doing it. With this particular project, I explained that my mission was to capture the whole picture, not just my dad’s side of the story, and that I wanted to share the whole story with a larger audience. This play had the potential to be part of the historical narrative of Tomé, so people agreed to be interviewed because they wanted to make sure that their experience and family’s role in this feud was properly chronicled.

Be a compassionate, non-judgmental listener. Do your level best to leave your own opinions and judgments at the door. If you share how you feel about something with the interviewee, that will always impact what the interviewee might say. If one of the Tomeseños thought that I was angry at them for their position toward my father, it would color what they shared with me. It was vital that I helped them understand that I wanted to hear it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Leave your notebook at home. Keep your list of questions in your back pocket, and just listen. If you are worried you will not remember anything, bring a small, unobtrusive audio recording device with you, turn it on, set it aside, forget about it, and just listen. If you have a notebook out or a list of questions, people might likely feel they are being quizzed and can become self-conscious. I avoid using video cameras because I find some people become self-conscious and can’t forget about the camera. We are all familiar with the reality show confession booth, and interviews with video cameras can easily get performative.

Don’t go fishing. Let them lead where the interview goes. This requires faith and trust. The best material comes from tangents, from stories that at first might seem like they have nothing to do with the subject. If I went into an interview with what I would consider a fishing question—like, “Tell me how you feel about what my father did”—the answer would likely be short and obvious. So instead, I started with very open-ended questions and then let them lead the way from there. A person can feel when you are really listening without judgment or agenda, and when they feel that, they trust that they can speak candidly and freely and will tell you anything.

In short, you earn someone’s trust by putting aside your own needs and agenda and being present and ready to go wherever they lead you. For Highway 47, little by little we earned the trust of a handful of Tomeseños, who in turn vouched for us and opened doors we could not have opened otherwise. Little by little, the people I listened to felt they could tell me the story from their personal perspective, even though they knew who my parents were.

I’d like to note here that I offer these strategies as just the beginning of the covenant we create between the people we listen to and the work we make. My plan is not to win their trust just to get the good stuff for my play. My hope is to earn their trust. The first step is to listen without judgment, without agenda, and then, of course, I try my best to honor that trust by never intentionally misrepresenting them onstage. I have no interest in twisting what someone has said to prove my point. In fact, we don’t need to, because the real is always so much more interesting—to me, at least—than anything I could make up.

[KJ Sanchez (she/her) is associate professor in playwriting/directing at the University of Texas at Austin, and the founder and CEO of the theater company American Records.

[Highway 47 was first composed as an ensemble play and premièred at the Working Classroom in Albuquerque in April 2005.  It was subsequently performed in theaters around the country.  In 2011, Two Rivers Theater in Red Bank, New Jersey, commissioned a solo version of the play, and Sanchez performed it there on 11 June.  The one-woman version of Highway 47 was later performed in several other theaters with different actresses playing Sanchez.]


05 September 2025

The Ditch Weekly

 

[I selected this article for reposting on Rick On Theater for one reason: the teens who are its subject have impressed me.  This is my way of sending them a shout-out (though I doubt any of them will see it . . . unless one of them Googles her- or himself, or their publication). 

[Go, you guys, go!] 

COVERING THE HAMPTONS FROM A TEENAGE VIEW
by Callie Holtermann 

Print is dead? Don’t Tell These 15-Year-Olds.

A newspaper started last year by Montauk eighth graders offers a local take on their world, minus the celebrity sheen. 

[Callie Holtermann’s article about The Ditch Weekly ran in the New York Times on 25 May 2025 in the “Sunday Styles” section.  It was published on 23 May 2025 as “They’re 15. Wait Until You Read Their Newspaper“ on the Times website and updated on 27 May 2025. 

[For this article, Holtermann reported from Montauk and East Hampton, New York, both in Suffolk County, the easternmost county on Long Island.  Montauk is a hamlet within the town of East Hampton, which occupies the easternmost tip of the peninsula known as the South Fork of Suffolk County.

[Montauk is 114 miles east of downtown Brooklyn in Kings County (i.e., New York City’s Borough of Brooklyn), the westernmost county on the island. East Hampton is 100 miles from Brooklyn.  (Between Kings and Suffolk Counties on Long Island are Queens County, which is also the Borough of Queens, and Nassau County.)  Montauk and East Hampton are 117 and 103 miles from Manhattan (New York County), across the East River to the north of Long Island.]

The Ditch Weekly, a Montauk newspaper, is staffed by middle and high schoolers.

On a Saturday morning in May, five hard-nosed reporters filed into an office on the South Fork of Long Island and picked up their red pens. 

For two hours, they combed through the drafts in front of them. Clunky sentences were tightened. Inelegant adjectives were cut. Powdered doughnut holes were eaten, and mini bags of Cheez-Its, too.

This was the final proofreading session for an issue of The Ditch Weekly, a seasonal newspaper about Montauk that is written and edited by locals ages 13 to 17. Its staffers had gathered to put the finishing touches on their first paper of the year, which would be published over Memorial Day weekend [24-26 May 2025—the unofficial beginning of summer in the U.S.].

Billy Stern, the paper’s 15-year-old top editor, kept tabs on their progress in a planning document on his laptop. According to his color-coding system, reporters had already filed articles about nearby summer camps and the construction of a new hospital on the grounds of a former baseball field.

He turned to Teddy Rattray, 15, the paper’s most prolific columnist and Billy’s friend since Little League, to float ideas for a restaurant review.

‘‘We still haven’t done hot dogs,’’ Teddy said. Billy agreed: Hot dogs should be an editorial priority.

The operation has grown slicker since the boys got into the news business last year, as eighth graders at East Hampton Middle School. Billy had been looking for a summer job that was more stimulating than his usual gig squeezing lemons at a food truck. He enlisted Teddy and Teddy’s cousin Ellis Rattray to put together an eight-page paper exploring Montauk from a teenager’s perspective.

‘‘We were still very young; we had no idea what we were doing,’’ said Billy, a junior varsity quarterback whose hair was tousled into a cruciferous mop.

The trio got an early publicity bump with an article in The East Hampton Star [see below], a stalwart local paper whose owner and editor is Ellis’s father, David Rattray. Hyperlocal and proudly anachronistic, The Ditch Weekly in some ways resembled a more wholesome little brother of The Drunken Canal, Dimes Square’s onetime paper of record. Here was another unexpected print publication from members of a digital generation, just with more boogie boarding and fewer club drugs.

[The East Hampton Star is a weekly, independent, family-owned newspaper published each Thursday.  Founded in 1885, it’s one of the few such papers still existing in the United States. The Drunken Canal was a New York City-based newspaper of a little over two dozen pages from 2020 to 2022 (i.e., the pandemic years) that focused on youth culture in New York’s Lower East Side neighborhood. Dimes Square is a “microneighborhood” of New York City between Manhattan’s Chinatown and LES. The name is a play on “Times Square,” and refers to Dimes, a popular, health-conscious, Californian-style restaurant located at the intersection of Canal and Division Street on the LES.]

The Ditch team published 10 issues last summer before taking a break to start high school. But on FaceTime calls and in English class, where Billy sits one desk in front of Teddy, they have been plotting their return.

For The Ditch Weekly’s sophomore summer, its staff has swelled to 20 teenagers. Their goal is to distribute 2,000 copies of the paper a week through Labor Day, funded entirely by ad sales. And they do not want their parents to be involved – except for when they need their parents to drive them places.

Perhaps most ambitious of all, they hope to persuade other teenagers to put down their phones and pick up a newspaper.

‘‘When you’re on your phone, it gets boring after a while,’’ said Dylan Centalonza, 14, a new writer for the paper who covers motels with her twin sister, Fallon. ‘‘This is something you have to put work into.’’

Local News, Local Kids

The teenagers who work on The Ditch Weekly are almost all year-round residents of the South Fork of Long Island. They have summer jobs working at golf clubs and jewelry stores; their parents are real estate agents, financial advisers, farm stand owners and restaurateurs.

They are well aware of the area’s reputation as a part-time playground for the superrich, where Manhattanites sip cocktails poolside and browse the Gucci store. But they are frankly bored by the idea of covering that world and the celebrities who often populate it. ‘‘There’s so many that sometimes you just walk right past them,’’ said Lauren Boyle, 14, adding that practically everyone on staff had bumped into Scarlett Johansson.

They would rather assign stories about the version of Montauk and its surroundings that they know best. In interviews between copy-edits, they described quiet winters attending East Hampton High School and summers spent surfing and biking around Montauk Shores, the community of high-end trailer homes that overlooks Ditch Plains Beach.

[Ditch Plains Beach, widely considered one of the best surfing beaches in the area, is about two miles east of the village of Montauk.]

‘‘Everyone thinks of it as just a rich, touristy place, but there’s so much of the past that nobody really knows about,’’ said Ellis, 15, who wrote an article last year about the history of Montauk’s skate park. Working on the paper, he added, ‘‘I learned so much about the town I live in.’’

Early issues of The Ditch Weekly, which is named for the founders’ favorite sandy hangout, contained Teddy’s review of dueling pancake houses (headline: ‘‘Battle of the Buttermilk’’) and Billy’s interview with a surf shop owner. Ellis wrote a weekly roundup of mischief from police reports (headline: ‘‘Spring Shenanigans’’).

‘‘A Greenwich Village man is facing a felony charge for possession of cocaine after police spotted him in downtown Montauk,’’ he wrote in a dispatch last July, followed by an account of a spat between two intoxicated people over the ownership of a Rolex.

There are also more ambitious offerings. Lauren was especially proud of an article she had just written with Valentina Balducci, 15, about how Montauk business owners stay afloat in the winter offseason. Last year Teddy’s older sister, Nettie Rattray, 17, snagged an interview with Gov. Gretchen Whitmer [b. 1971; lawyer and politician; 49th Governor of Michigan since 2019 and her second and final term ends on 1 January 2027] of Michigan about Gen Z voter turnout that ran on the paper’s front page.

Their output is impressive enough to invite some questions.

‘‘I get asked a lot, ‘Are the kids actually doing it?’’’ said Dana Stern, Billy’s mother, over omelets at a diner in East Hampton. Her attempts to contribute are usually shut down, she said. ‘‘They made it very clear that they don’t want adults helping.’’

Billy does not want the paper to be perceived as a junior spinoff of The East Hampton Star, even if both publications have a Rattray on the masthead. Mr. Rattray, who surely has wisdom to pass down about running a newspaper, wrote in an email that he had intentionally stayed out of Ditch Weekly operations beyond helping Ellis learn how to decipher police reports.

Still, the office the teenagers work out of belongs to Dr. Stern, a dermatologist. A staff member on The Star’s production team, Matt Charron, taught Billy how to use page layout software last year. And Bess Rattray, Teddy’s mother, has offered occasional journalistic advice informed by her career writing and editing for The Star and Vogue. (One suggestion, directed at her son: Don’t accept free pancakes from a restaurant you plan to review.)

The parents are mostly just grateful that their children are doing something other than sitting inside and playing video games, Ms. Rattray said.

‘‘Last year we were kind of keeping them on schedule, through sheer parental panic,’’ she said. This year, she added, ‘‘the parental role is really going to be winnowed down to ‘driver.’’’

‘Print Is Dying’? Don’t Tell Them That.

It is not exactly an obvious moment to break into the newspaper business.

‘‘I hear a lot of, ‘Print is dying,’’’ Ellis said. He and Billy started discussing potential business ideas in the summer of 2023, like selling food on the beach or writing a newsletter. A conversation with Mr. Rattray about his line of work made them consider a paper.

Billy, who joined his high school newspaper as a freshman, called a printer to get an idea of production costs and looked up ad rates on The Star’s website. ‘‘The numbers worked out,’’ he said.

The founders’ parents said they were not covering the paper’s expenses, which are supported by advertisements that the teenagers sell to local restaurants, real estate agents and surf shops. (A few ads have been sold to relatives of staff members.)

Harry Karoussos, the paper’s 13-year-old head of sales, said that he and Billy usually walk into stores with a copy of the paper and a three-page media kit. A degree of transparency is required when he calls business owners to make them aware of advertising opportunities with The Ditch Weekly.

‘‘I have to, like, notify them that I’m a kid,’’ he said, estimating that he had made at least 40 sales calls this year.

Despite industrywide headwinds, The Ditch Weekly is ‘‘very profitable,’’ said Charlie Stern, the paper’s chief financial officer, who at 17 is something of an elder statesman on the staff.

He is also Billy’s older brother; the two have a standing meeting on Sundays to discuss ad revenue and expenses. Staff writers are paid $50 to $70 an article, and printing costs are around $900 per week. A portion of their profits are donated to A Walk on Water, an organization that facilitates surfing for children with disabilities.

The team declined to disclose their profits, but Ms. Rattray admitted that she had been ‘‘astounded’’ by the paper’s financial success. With his cut from last summer, Teddy bought an e-bike.

‘Mom, It’s Under Control’

Back at Ditch headquarters, where the doughnut holes were dwindling, veteran staff members sat with the paper’s first two writers from New York City, Annie Singh and Sofia Birchard. The group debated: Would a TikTok account help them reach more teenagers, or would it cheapen the appearance of their reporting?

‘‘It’s definitely easier to blow up’’ on TikTok than on Instagram, where they currently have an account, Valentina said.

[The Ditch doesn’t seem to have a website, but I gather that the Instagram account serves that purpose at present.]

‘‘And even if we don’t blow up, that’s fine,’’ Lauren responded. ‘‘As long as we have some social media that makes us look fun. We’re not, like, boring people, I don’t think.’’

Nearby, Hudson Tanzmann, 15, the paper’s head of distribution, said that he and Billy had been trying to set up a more sophisticated delivery program than the current system of leaving stacks of free papers at stores around Montauk, weighed down by painted rocks.

The enterprise has turned friends into colleagues, and summer vacation into a cascade of deadlines.

Billy is in charge of making sure everything gets done, hence the color-coded planning document. (‘‘Red is, We need it now,’’ he said.) At times Dr. Stern has worried about her son’s stress levels during what should be the most relaxing season of the year. ‘‘Billy’s always like, ‘Mom, it’s under control,’’’ she said.

But if the learning curve is occasionally painful, it is also kind of the point. Grace Dunchick, 15, said she had returned to The Ditch for a second summer because she liked trying something new alongside her friends and having a physical product to show for it.

This summer, she plans to photograph beachgoers and write about the trends she observes, in the tradition of the fashion photographer Bill Cunningham [1929-2016]. ‘‘I spend a lot of time on social media, so anything to break me away from that,’’ she said, adding: ‘‘It’s really bad. It’s like, actually an addiction.’’

She looked over at her friends, still gathered at the proofreading table, and editorial inspiration struck. ‘‘That would be a cool article.’’

[Callie Holtermann, who joined the New York Times in 2020, reports on style and pop culture for the Times.

[In two posts on ROT, “Books in Print” (14 July 2010) and “We Get Letters (7 April 2015), I wrote about the disappearance of paper documents, both handwritten and printed. 

[Over the years that I’ve done research projects for school, publication, my individual edification, or out-of-town clients, I used old newspapers and magazines—some of them really old, back into the early 20th century, the 19th century, and even the odd 18th century—digging through newspaper morgues and clipping files, peering at microfilms and microforms years before there were computer databases or Google.

[Many newspapers, especially small ones like the weeklies or semi-weeklies in towns like East Hampton and regional papers covering counties across the country, have closed down.  Some big-city dailies have shut down their print edition and now publish only online, such as the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, which has just announced that its final physical print edition is scheduled for 31 December, and in New Jersey, four dailies went all-digital earlier this year: the Newark Star-Ledger, the Times of Trenton, and the South Jersey Times covering Camden, Cumberland, Gloucester, and Salem Counties (last print editions: 2 February); and the Jersey Journal in Hudson County (1 February).

[As each paper goes digital and forsakes print, there will be fewer and fewer of them to preserve in any format.  Newspaper websites, like all websites, are, despite the myth that nothing ever disappears from the ’Net, evanescent.  Editors and publishers can decide after a while not to archive back issues, as the Jerusalem Post did in 2004 because the owner decided it was superfluous, making it hard to find old articles for reference.  Without some kind of access to hard copies of back issues, even microfilms or PDF’s, research becomes impossible.

[Libraries keep old books and periodicals we can get to when we want them.  Some old magazines are still paper copies, but they’ve mostly been transferred to microform and then digital computer files, but they had to start out as hard copies.  When there are only electronic files to start with, who’s going to archive them?  Will someone keep them updated so that as the storage and retrieval technology changes, as it inevitably does every few years, they can still be read? 

[The East Hampton teens are working with paper and ink, however retro that seems.  I hope someone in the Ditch group is keeping copies of their product for posterity (and that they’re giving a copy to their local library, who I hope is keeping them for future reference.  You might be surprised at how often little papers like The Ditch Weekly have been helpful to some research project of mine. 

[Has any of you ever heard of the Park Slope News?  Or Fountain of Light?  Or Park East?  They’re all tiny papers from which I got useful material for one project or another.  Then there’s Falcon Times and What’s What—a junior college student paper and one from a high school, both of which gave me information for which I was searching.

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TEENS LAUNCH A NEWSPAPER FOR MONTAUK
by Christine Sampson

[This is the East Hampton Star article mentioned above in the Times report.  I thought it was worth adding to the post because it’s a local story, and was published on 23 May 2024, the day before The Ditch’s first issue came out.]

Three East Hampton Middle School students have embarked on a new project: a weekly newspaper called Ditch Weekly, chronicling all that’s happening in Montauk from a youth perspective.

In the first issue — 800 copies of which will drop today in shops and restaurants across the hamlet — readers will see restaurant reviews, interviews, photos, a hiking guide, and even a police blotter. The young publishers went out and sold advertisements — all the things a grown-up newspaper does. Look for nine more issues just like it spanning the rest of the summer.

The newspaper was the idea of Billy Stern, an eighth grader from Amagansett who comes from a community-oriented family. His older brother Charlie, who’s in high school, started an effective peer-tutoring program last year to help fellow students with math skills, and his twin brother, Wylie, volunteers for A Walk on Water [see above] and works for Corey’s Wave [surfing instruction].

“My parents are really hard workers,” Billy said in an interview. “They wanted us to do something, with our summers especially. They want me and my brothers to jump on opportunities when we’re young.”

Billy is joined on the Ditch Weekly masthead by two friends who were already pretty familiar with the news business: Ellis Rattray, whose father, David Rattray, is the editor of The [East Hampton] Star, and his cousin Teddy Rattray, whose mother, Bess Rattray, is the co-editor of The Star’s East magazine.

Ellis said his participation was inspired, in part, by his family’s involvement in the newspaper business. “This is my first time working with people on an actual job,” he said. “I feel like I’m becoming a better writer and getting used to newspaper style. I’d only written papers for school before.”

Teddy commented that “being a part of this newspaper really gives you the ins and outs of journalism. You learn how difficult it is.”

Along the way, the boys got some technology lessons from Matt Charron, who works on The Star’s production team handling photos and page layout. “They’re impressive,” Mr. Charron said. “They’re super motivated. Billy, especially, is so passionate about doing this.”

The boys agreed that deadlines — time management, in general — was the biggest challenge, but that working together has been a lot of fun.

Dr. Dana Stern, Billy’s mom, is proud of them and excited about the debut of Ditch Weekly. “It’s definitely been a huge undertaking, more so than anybody realized,” she said. “It encompasses so many different areas — running a business, writing, editing, and even just the experience of talking to adults and corresponding with adults.”

“There’s been a lot of ‘school-comes-first’ reminders,” Dr. Stern said, “but it’s been incredible.”

Billy said putting the first issue together was “grueling.”

“We thought an old-school newspaper would be a really cool idea,” he said. “We wanted to create something that would help us explore our passions, and I think it really has. I can’t wait to see it. It’s going to be great.”

[Christine Sampson, Deputy Managing Editor of The East Hampton Star, began contributing to the Star in March of 2015.  Her work has appeared in a variety of print and digital publications, including the New York Times, Patch.com, the Huffington Post, and Newsday.

[I love newspapers.  I always have.  Not just what they publish or the people who make them, but the paper document itself.  Each paper has its own style, its own look, from the nameplate on the front page, to the typeface, to the layout and writing style.  Big-city journals, small-town papers, neighborhood papers; dailies, weeklies, semi-weeklies; tabloids and broadsheets—they were all fun to encounter in their own ways.

[When I was a teenager and lived in Germany (my dad was a Foreign Service Officer; see “An American Teen in Germany“ [9 and 12 March 2013]), I kept a list in my head of the different airlines on which I flew and the airports where I landed or took off.  Later, I sort of did the same thing with newspapers I came across in my research.

[I think the first “exotic” newspaper I saw was one my father brought back from a business trip.  It was November 1960, and Dad went to Alaska to scope out potential investment opportunities for a group he and some associates had started just before the territory was admitted to the Union (3 January 1959).  Mom went along with him and they were in Fairbanks on 8 November—the day John F. Kennedy (1917-63) was elected the 35th President of the United States. 

[Dad brought back the whole issue of the next day’s Fairbanks Daily News-Miner, the daily newspaper published the farthest north in the U.S., with the banner headline announcing the result of the first presidential election in which the new state had participated.

[I was in eighth grade and about to turn 14, and I’d been very focused on this election, the first one of which I was truly aware.  (Frequent ROTters will know that two of my schoolmates at that time were Julie and Trisha Nixon, the daughters of Vice President Richard Nixon [1913-94] who was the Republican candidate for president.)  I kept that newspaper, wrapped in a plastic sheet, for years, until it literally disintegrated from age and handling.

[Of course, none of this has anything to do with the content of any given article, which is the point of the research, but it’s interesting nonetheless.  It’s amazing how many variations there are on what’s basically the same basic design. 

[Sometimes, however, it is significant to see the original print edition, even a PDF instead of an HTML file.  The optical readers that digitize the original printed text can misread what they scan and you can get gobbledygook in the HTML version.  The HTML also often doesn’t preserve italics where the original print used it and you’d never know if you didn’t check the PDF or microfilm.

[But mostly, it was just fun—like playing the License Plate Game.]