INTO THE GREY
Setting
Durban, largely the township of Chatsworth.
The Players
Main Characters |
Logan Pillay | (21, 26, 32, 43, 50) | A doctor and activist |
Sandile Ndlovu | (27, 33, 44, 51) | A lawyer and activist |
Supporting Characters |
Sgt Moodley | (35) | A policeman |
Anil Maharaj | (41, 42, 59) | A successful entrepreneur |
Vinesh Maharaj | (21) | His son |
Robbie Philander | (32) | A male nurse |
Set Design
The action of the play occurs in different parts of Chatsworth and the Durban CBD: a youth centre; a university courtyard; a public hospital; and a Chatsworth street. A realistic set design would involve an intricate process and may interfere with the rapid flow of the play as it moves through different eras. An expressionist design is recommended. A painted backdrop of a rainbow with a pot of gold at one end and a melting pot of South African cultures at the other end is suggested. Below the rainbow, a few miniature huts and RDP houses could be constructed with a couple of high-rise buildings placed behind these to illustrate the stark aesthetic and economic contrasts of contemporary South Africa.
The following would also be required: a couple of black boxes for the speakers at the youth centre to use; a street pole at the university courtyard; a desk and swivel armchair; a small table and two chairs; and a street bench. The different spaces could be further populated utilising a variety of design options. This is unnecessary in an expressionist design unless it has significant symbolic value and is left to the discretion of the designer and director.
1. Free-Dome Tomorrow
Lights come up on Logan. He is standing on a box in the space that represents The Dome, a nightclub in Chatsworth which was recently destroyed in a fire. He is addressing a small audience of adolescents and young adults.
LOGAN
āRun,ā my cousin Bivash shouted. And then he shoved me forward and began sprinting. So I ran. And they chased us. The young African men who had come to burn Bivashās house in Inandaā¦ because they had been manipulated into believing that these Indians had taken their landā¦ when in fact it had been designated for the Brown man by the Apartheid government and they had nowhere else to go. And now these Indians had built pretty white houses on property that was once their African ancestors and shouldāve held their pretty white houses. And some of these Indians were thriving nowā¦ running successful businesses and exploiting Black labourā¦ a few even drove silver BMWs with tri-star mag wheels.
And then I turned around in terror as they drew nearer to usā¦ and I recognised one of themā¦ it was Sihleā¦ our friend Sihle, with whom Bivash and I had played hours of football every time I stayed over during the summer holidays. He looked so angry. He shouted something menacing in isiZulu. And then just as they were about to tear our flesh with their batons and pangas, my uncle Sureshās van appeared and we threw ourselves into the backā¦ and escaped. But they burnt Bivashās house down that dayā¦ and many more over the next few days. (Pause) I can see that some of you are getting restless already. Just let me finish the story pleaseā¦ youāll see why Iām telling it shortly.
Anywayā¦ many of the Indians of Inanda, including my relatives, were forced to move in with family and friends in Duffs Road and other neighbouring Indian districts. And as the terror threatened to spread, these districts began organising themselvesā¦ and preparing to take revenge. It didnāt matter which Black man they found loitering in the neighbourhoodā¦ āAll darkies are dangerous now,ā they said. (Pause) The stories I heardā¦ gardeners, hawkers, factory workersā¦ so many innocent Black men just going about their business in the districtsā¦ humiliated and assaulted. And then one day when we were visiting our relatives in Duffs Road, I saw them grab Bonganiā¦ the petrol attendant they had known for a decadeā¦ he had supplied the invaders with information they saidā¦ he was planning more attacks. āChop his head! Hold him and Iāll take it outā I couldnāt believe it. It was my fatherā¦ who had never committed an act of violence in his lifeā¦ now he was thirsting for blood! And then just as he raised his bush knife, my uncle Suresh flung himself in front of Bongani. My uncleā¦ whose arm they had brokenā¦ whose house they had burntā¦ pleaded for mercy. āWe canāt sink so lowā¦ weāre better than this,ā he said. āThis man is innocent. I donāt know whoās guiltyā¦ and of what they may be guilty exactly. But we have to find another way to get justice. Thereās a bigger struggleā¦ and we are part of that.ā (Pause) Iāll never forget those words that my uncle spoke. On the 22nd of May 1984. My matric year. (Pause) The violence stopped completely soon after thatā¦ from both sidesā¦ but relations between the two communities were obviously damaged. āThis is just like 1949,ā many people said. āWeāll never really be united again.ā I didnāt believe their words. I believed what my uncle had said. (Pause)
But that was four years ago. And it wasnāt in our town. So why am I telling you about it today? Because something very similar happened here in Chatsworth three weeks ago. Starting with another fireā¦ this time, right here in your favourite hangout ā The Dome. And we began running againā¦ after a Black boy we blamed for the fireā¦ but he didnāt cause the fireā¦ we did. (Pause)
I remember running after that mobā¦ who were chasing after Bhekiā¦ and the image of my father swinging that bush knife came into my headā¦ and I heard my uncleās words again. I shouted for the mob to stopā¦ but they wouldnāt listen. It was happening again. (Pause) They beat Bheki senseless when they finally caught him. I couldnāt stop them. And then they went home to their families to resume the role of the āgood sonā. They said they beat him up because he started the fire which destroyed their precious nightclubā¦ but thatās not true. Summaya told me she saw Preggie and his drunken friends start the fire because they didnāt stamp out their cigarettes. She alerted them to the fire but they acted too slowly. They were too pissed. But running after Bheki sobered them upā¦ and they beat him because the girls thought he was much sexier on the dance floor than they wereā¦ and because he argued with Preggie when Preggie told him to get out of our placeā¦ and worst of all, because he French kissed Preggieās sister and she liked it. (Pause)
I can see that my words are making some of you uncomfortable. Thatās goodā¦ thatās good because the backlash from Bhekiās family and community will only get worse over the coming weeks. We all know that Bhekiās father worked here for many years for the Maharaj family. He was part of the community. And he wonāt accept this meekly. They beat up the wrong Black boy this time. (Pause) And so we may have started another little war. How can we do this? We are supposed to be fighting the Apartheid regime! (Pause) You know, Summaya asked me to talk to you today. She said that it doesnāt matter that not a lot of people will comeā¦ some of them will help us, she said. And the idea I want to tell you about shortlyā¦ that was her idea. I told her that she should address you. But she said that she wants to listenā¦ that Iām the talkerā¦ so Iām talking to you. And thereās only a dozen of youā¦ but thatās a start. You are the future leaders of this communityā¦ and I hope that you want to shout out like me, and like Summaya: Stop ruining our community, you common thugs! Stop representing us in such a pathetic light to the worldā¦ especially to our Black brothers and sisters. I mean, Chatsworth is the birthplace of so many anti-Apartheid activists. Itās their spirit that flows through our veins. We will not soil their legacy. What do you say? (We hear some tentative sounds of agreement.) So letās be honest. Letās acknowledge our wrongd...