Douglas Turner Ward's Brotherhood, … may have been the most embarrassing forty minutes of theater I have ever managed to sit through, not so much because Mr. Ward had got his playmaking wrong as that he had got his hate wrong. Getting the hate wrong is worrisome, and is the reason I wish to pause to speak of the play.
Brotherhood was meant to fantasize a fairly simple black-white situation in which a casually dressed white couple entertained an impeccably dressed black couple in their home for an evening.
It was recognizable as fantasy on the instant because an otherwise perfectly ordinary living room was cluttered, and in fact overwhelmed, by a group of sheeted...
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