“Building the Wall,” which Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright Robert Schenkkan wrote in a “white-hot fury” before Trump’s election, wrestles with fear, authoritarianism and the bad things that can happen in an immigrant-detention center when nobody’s watching.
A room. A table. One black woman, one white man. Maybe a couple of chairs.
It doesn’t take much to stage “Building the Wall,” Robert Schenkkan’s interrogation-room showdown between a history professor (Shermona Mitchell) and a former prison guard (Tim Gouran), now wearing an orange jumpsuit of his own.
But it helps to have an audience stuffed with a steady diet of today’s headlines: President Donald Trump, borders, immigration, terrorism, national security, administrative chaos, high-level cover-ups.
‘Building the Wall’
Through Dec. 23. Azeotrope at 12th Ave Arts, 1620 12th Ave., Seattle; by donation, reservations strongly suggested (800-838-3006 or brownpapertickets.com).
In fact, the audience’s reactions became part of the performance. Some gasped, some smiled grimly and one young woman wept, using the right-hand sleeve of her cardigan sweater to wipe away tears while a friend offered a reassuring hand.
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But “Wall” is no study in nuance, and the plot is simple.
The prison-guard-turned-prisoner is on the hook for overseeing an overcrowded, underfunded, for-profit, cholera-racked immigrant-detention center where things go horribly wrong. Medicine is in short supply; some guards are corrupt; corporate goons and federal functionaries turn up the pressure to make the problem — that is, sick immigrants — “go away.” (Spoiler alert: If your mind races toward the worst possible version of officials trying to make inconvenient, incarcerated bodies “go away,” especially if they have access to an unused industrial blast furnace, you’re on the right track.)
“Nobody knew what to do,” Gouran says with hunched-forward shoulders and wary, narrowed eyes. “It’s not something you get trained for.” Mitchell, on her side of the table, stiffens (in a performance that already feels a little stiffly mannered, like she’s rushing through the lines) and tries to get clinical: “Why didn’t you just quit and fight them in court if you had to?”
Gouran rounds on her, asking why historians always have the answers after the fact. “Why did Napoleon…