Charity (Clarissa Vickerie) seeks comfort in Nia Akilah Robinson’s The Great Privation (How to flip ten cents into a dollar) (photo by Julieta Cervantes)
THE GREAT PRIVATION (HOW TO FLIP TEN CENTS INTO A DOLLAR)
Soho Rep at Playwrights Horizons, Peter Jay Sharp Theater
416 West Forty-Second St. between Ninth & Tenth Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through March 26, $45
sohorep.org
Making striking off-Broadway debuts, writer Nia Akilah Robinson and director Evren Odcikin excavate the mistreatment of Black bodies through American history in the haunting yet exhilarating The Great Privation (How to flip ten cents into a dollar), the inaugural production of Soho Rep’s residency at Playwrights Horizons after the company had to leave its longtime Walker St. home.
The hundred-minute play takes on even greater meaning given the recent elimination of government internet links to the gravesites of Black, brown, and women veterans buried at Arlington National Cemetery.
The Great Privation switches between 1832 and the present. In the past, thirty-four-year-old Missy Freeman (Crystal Lucas-Perry) and her sixteen-year-old daughter, Charity (Clarissa Vickerie), have just buried Moses, their respective husband and father, in the African Baptist Church graveyard in Philadelphia. He died of cholera, which is sweeping through poor communities. A white man named John (Holiday) shows up with tools and a large sack; Missy surmises that he is a student at the college who has come to dig up Moses and use his body for medical experimentation. But Missy knows that after seventy-two hours, the body will have decayed enough to be worthless to the institution, so she plans to watch over the grave for three days while praying for Moses’s safe spiritual journey back to Sierra Leone. Throughout the play, a countdown clock keeps track of the time, beginning at 72:00:00 and moving swiftly between scenes.
“You told me white people take bodies to torture us further. Like what they did to Nat Turner last year. But students are the ones who take our bodies? . . . Why didn’t you tell me this before?!” Charity asks her mother, who replies, “I didn’t want it to be true. Not for US. It couldn’t be.” But it is.
Missy Freeman (Crystal Lucas-Perry) makes a deal with John (Holiday) as Charity (Clarissa Vickerie) looks on (photo by Julieta Cervantes)
Later, a Black janitor named Cuffee (Miles G. Jackson) arrives, also carrying tools and a sack, ready to do what John didn’t. “How can you, a Black man, how can you live with yourself?” Missy asks him.
In the modern day, Missy and Charity, who live in Harlem, are working at a sleepaway camp on the grounds of the Philly graveyard. They’re on a break, discussing with John, a gay white counselor, how they are being unfairly disciplined by their boss, Cuffee. The women also discover that they are being paid less than John even though they have the same job and Missy has more experience than John. Meanwhile, Charity has gotten in trouble for vandalizing her school with her friends and posting it on social media. She tells her mother that she can’t delete it because “it’s already viral,” like it was a disease that can’t be cured (not unlike cholera once upon a time). “TikTok is the bane of my existence,” Missy says.
John then offers to show them the graveyard at night, and time and memory collapse into each other.
In researching the play, Robinson, who was born and raised in Harlem, read works by such authors, professors, and historians as Daina Ramey Berry, Lesley M. Rankin-Hill, and Gary B. Nash and scoured through the library at the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture with the help of associate chief librarian Maira Liriano. Harriet A. Washington’s 2008 book, Medical Apartheid: The Dark History of Medical Experimentation on Black Americans from Colonial Times to the Present, served as a major source. “Enslavement could not have existed and certainly could not have persisted without medical science,” Washington writes. “However, physicians were also dependent upon slavery, both for economic security and for the enslaved ‘clinical material’ that fed the American medical research and medical training that bolstered physicians’ professional advancement.”
A digital clock counts down from seventy-two hours to zero in Soho Rep production at Playwrights Horizons (photo by Julieta Cervantes)
The word “privation” in the title is short for “deprivation,” something the Black people in the show experience over and over in both time periods as they deal with generational trauma, grief, and stolen land and labor. It’s no coincidence that Missy’s husband’s name was Moses, the same as the leader of the Israelites who escaped slavery in Egypt but who was not allowed to enter the Promised Land, much like Moses Freeman’s spirit may not return to Sierra Leone. The second part of the title, the parenthetical How to flip ten cents into a dollar, is a phrase Robinson learned from her parents, referring to making something great with very little.
Mariana Sanchez’s set features a soft-sculpture tree near the middle of the stage, next to where Moses is buried. It is a place where Charity finds comfort, resting on the extensive roots that reach into the past and stretch out toward the future, enveloping her (and at several points seemingly coming to life with flashing LED colors). The two women wear the same long skirts throughout most of the play, adding coats to differentiate between 1832 and now; at camp they also wear more summery casual clothing. The costumes are by Kara Harmon; Marika Kent’s lighting and Tosin Olufolabi’s sound build a mysterious atmosphere, while Maxwell Bowman’s video and programming contribute an eerie surprise.
Missy Freeman (Crystal Lucas-Perry) and Charity (Clarissa Vickerie) enjoy a fun moment with John (Holiday) during a break at camp (photo by Julieta Cervantes)
The four-person cast is exemplary, led by Tony nominee Lucas-Perry (A Sign of the Times, A Bright Room Called Day), who imbues Missy with an earth-mother devotion and dedication, and Juilliard MFA student Vickerie, who already has the chops of a pro. Holiday, in his off-Broadway debut, and Jackson (Pay the Writer, Endlings) offer fine support as the women’s allies and enemies.
Despite its potent subject matter, The Great Privation is extremely funny, complete with a rousing fourth-wall-breaking finale that will have you moving and grooving. But it won’t make you forget the hard-hitting story you just experienced, especially as Black bodies both alive and dead continue to be disrespected in America, long past the time the clock hits zero.
[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]