Despite seeing evidence to the contrary
time and time again, we still tend instinctively to believe that the
camera does not lie. The same is true of verbatim dramas, especially
those based on court of other tribunal proceedings. The editing is all:
we may be getting the truth and nothing but the truth, but still some
way short of the whole truth.
Emily Mann’s 1984 play, here receiving its UK professional première,
deals with the homicide in 1978 of San Francisco’s mayor George Moscone
and city supervisor (councillor) and gay activist Harvey Milk by
recently resigned fellow supervisor Dan White. White was convicted not
of first-degree murder but of voluntary manslaughter and sentenced to
seven years and eight months in prison, of which he served five years.
The thesis of the play is that this was a travesty of justice for
crimes motivated in large part by homophobia. It is a thesis with which
I am almost entirely in sympathy. Nevertheless, one does not right an
allegedly rigged trial by presenting an equally and oppositely rigged
dramatisation of it. Mann (whose adaptation of Lorca’s
The House Of Bernarda Alba opens at
the Almeida next week) allows barely a single remark even remotely
charitable towards White to pass without immediate and fervent
rebuttal, by dint of intercutting court testimonies with other such
testimonies, interviews with various parties, TV news reports and
polemical orations by Sister Boom Boom of the Sisters of Perpetual
Indulgence.
To do her and the play justice, she does not caricature what is now
known derisively as the “Twinkie defence” (White’s consumption of
sugary junk foods such as Twinkies is portrayed as a symptom of his
underlying depression, not the cause of his acts), and also mentions
that homophobia may have been merely one dimension of a broader
political motive (when White tried to withdraw his resignation, Moscone
refused to re-appoint him to the city board). However, the latter
possibility in particular is given far too scant attention as the play
rolls forward juggernaut-like in its unstinting endorsement of the
iconography of Milk as gay martyr.
Director Joss Bennathan and a cast of 20 or so turn in 100
uninterrupted minutes of strong ensemble work, but if a mural has been
covered in whitewash, the picture is not restored by overpainting that
in turn with uniform black.
Written for the Financial
Times.