Staging the Amistad. Charlie Haffner
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CHIEF PRIEST: What’s the matter again, Sengbe?
GHOST: I have an idea. We can act out my story. Yes. Let us act out my story as if it were a play. We can help the student to start writing his play. For example, I need four men to lay an ambush for me and then eventually capture me after a hard fight—tie me up and drag me away. Who would want to be the men to capture me?
VOICE 1: Me . . .
GHOST: Yes.
VOICE 2: Me.
VOICE 3: I will try.
GHOST: What about you?
VOICE 4: Okay, let me try.
GHOST: Good. So you four know what to do . . . now, imagine it is in my village, on the way to my farm, early morning. Okay? Here is the village. You lay your ambush. I fall into it. We fight. You capture and tie me up and drag me way. Okay?
OTHERS: Yes. Okay.
GHOST: Now, what was I wearing? My shokoto. Okay? My ronko hat.3 Yes. I was also hanging a goatskin bag, carrying a hoe and a cutlass. Yes. Now, let’s go. I will begin . . .
Flashback on scene of capture. Four men ambush Sengbe—a big fight. Sengbe tougher than expected. The attackers resort to the use of ropes, sticks, and machetes before Sengbe is overpowered. His right hand is tied to his neck and he is heavily guarded as he is led away.
SENGBE: You see. If we act out my story, it will be better than if I tell it alone. So, we are going to need the people for my story.
VOICE 2: What type of people?
SENGBE: Those like me, who were the slaves.
VOICE 1: How many?
SENGBE: Fifty-three.
VOICE 3: Fifty-three? We cannot have fifty-three slaves to act. We have to adjust.
SENGBE: Yes. We have to adjust. I know. Just eight or ten slaves will do. There are also three girls between nine and eleven years and a boy, Kale—twelve years old. Kale is important, so let’s have Kale.
VOICE 2: We can also have one girl instead of three.
SENGBE: Yes. Let’s have Kagne. Kagne is the important one. Who will be Kagne? (Girls put their hands up.) Let it be you. (Indicating one.) You will be one of the female dancers. We are going to have male and female dancers. Also, we need Spanish actors. Ruiz—Pedro we need the Captain of the ship—the cook, Celestino—cabin boy, Antonio. We also need white Americans for the committee. There were also many lawyers.
VOICE 3: Then we need many people. So, we still have to adjust.
VOICE 2: But we have no white men here. Who will play the white parts? Nobody speaks like an American here, or like the Spanish.
VOICE 1: Yes, the white roles—nobody to play them. And their costumes, what were they like? We don’t have them.
SENGBE: Okay, you are right. Don’t worry. Come with me. Let us go prepare. I have my dead American friends with whom I have been hanging out. I will ask them to come and play the white roles. Let us not waste any more time. Let’s go and prepare.
They break into a dance. Blackout.
SCENE THREE
A typical slave baracoon. Havana, Cuba—late June, 1839. An oblong enclosure without a roof. Slaves continue to enter. Men, women, and children come stumbling in, bumping into one another, chained and bound. Some are in pain, some angry, some drugged, others dumbed. Slave Guards supervise with whips and threats. Other slave Guards bring food—boiled rice, cassava, plantains, and palm oil. Other Guards use raw palm oil to anoint slaves’ cracked skins. Then, Sengbe Pieh comes stumbling in, chained to an older man. Sengbe appears inwardly cool. He takes time to study each and what goes on around. He refuses food and water, when served. Suddenly, laughter is heard off stage. Enter Senor Reira, the baracoon owner and wealthy slave merchant, and Jose Ruiz, a young Cuban dandy who comes bartering for slaves. Ruiz is a seasoned businessman who knows his trade. Accompanying Ruiz is Antonio, a black Cuban ladino4—carrying his briefcase.
REIRA: (In heavy Cuban tongue.) . . . Eh . . . Senor Jose Ruiz.
RUIZ: Call me Pepe. That is the name everybody calls me . . . eh . . . (Introducing Antonio.) This is Antonio. He is the cabin boy of . . .
REIRA: Captain Ramon Ferrer—owner and captain of La Amistad.
RUIZ: (Shocked.) Do you know Captain Ramon Ferrer?
REIRA: Which slave dealer on this island does not know Captain Ramon Ferrer, his cabin boy, Antonio, and his mulatto cook, Celestino? (Giggles.) . . . Eh . . . Pepe, do you say that you are seeking slaves to add to your family estate plantation?
RUIZ: (Boastfully.) Yes, indeed, Senor Reira. I am seeking slaves to add to our family estate plantation in Puerto Principe. About fifty.
REIRA: Ahh . . . good man. Sugar estate plantation?
Ruiz: Sugar estate plantation.
REIRA: Good. Good man. Go ahead, Pepe. Choose. Choose fifty. It’s all yours. Go on. Choose fifty. Right?
RUIZ: Right.
They shake hands and Reira exits. With the help of assistants with practiced hands, Jose Ruiz goes over the slaves—each of the men, skipping the women and children. He opens their mouths, checks their nostrils, examines for venereal diseases and anal problems. He thumps and thwacks them. He picks out forty-nine young men, including Sengbe Pieh. Satisfied, he calls out.
RUIZ: Senor Reira! . . . forty-nine! . . . Senor Reira! . . . finito!
REIRA: (Dashing in.) Yaaa!
RUIZ: Forty-nine, Senor. I have chosen forty-nine.
REIRA: (Disappointed.) Only forty-nine? What’s the matter, Pepe? At first you said fifty, so I told you to choose fifty. Now, you choose only forty-nine?
RUIZ: Yes, only forty-nine. How much for each slave?
REIRA: Six hundred fifty dollars each.
RUIZ: Six hundred fifty dollars each? Too much, Senor.
REIRA: Not too much, Senor. See, these slaves have just arrived from Africa, west coast. Direct from the warehouse, my friend Pepe . . .
RUIZ: I give you three hundred fifty