A SOLDIER'S PLAY by Charles Fuller
The light is all but gone. One can barely make out the drunken, lurching figure in the center of the stage. "They still hate you!" he howls in a voice of blistered gravel. "They still hate you!" Two rifle shots ring out as if to verify his charge, and the man falls dead.
This is the opening scene of A Soldier's Play, which inaugurates the Negro Ensemble Company's 15th season. It is a drama of tensile strength that almost deflects attention from its flaws. The dead man is Technical...
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