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IN LOVING MEMORY...

 

MakoMako

Founder (1965) of EastWest Players (the nation's first Asian-American Theater Company) and a member of The Robey's Board of Trustees. 

"Sunrise: December 10, 1933 - Sunset: July 21, 2006"

 

Lloyd RichardsLloyd Richards

Sunrise: June 29, 1919 - Sunset: June 29, 2006

"I've had to accept the fact: freedom is never won. You are always in the process of winning it. You have to do it again."

When Lloyd Richards went to New York to become a professional actor, African-American actors were largely confined to stereotypical roles as servants or comedians. Black directors and playwrights were virtually unknown.

No single event did more to change that situation than Lloyd Richards' groundbreaking production of Lorraine Hansberry's A Raisin in the Sun. For the first time, a Broadway audience saw a contemporary African-American family portrayed realistically through the eyes of an African-American playwright and brought to the stage by an African-American director.

In 1984 he staged the first production of a play by an unknown playwright, August Wilson. In all, he would direct the world premieres of six of Wilson's plays. Together, these Pulitzer prize-winning dramas constitute a moving theatrical panorama of American history… one of his greatest contributions was the cultivation of new voices in the theater.

--- Academy of Achievement

 

August WilsonAugust Wilson

Sunrise: April 27, 1945 - Sunset: October 2, 2005

At the Pittsburgher of the Year ceremony in 1990, he said:

"I was born in Pittsburgh in 1945 and for 33 years stumbled through its streets, small, narrow, crooked, cobbled, with the weight of the buildings pressing in on me and my spirit pushed into terrifying contractions. That I would stand before you today in this guise was beyond comprehension.... I am standing here in my grandfather's shoes. ... They are the shoes of a whole generation of men who left a life of unspeakable horror in the South and came North ... searching for jobs, for the opportunity to live a life with dignity and whatever eloquence the heart could call upon. ... The cities were not then, and are not now, hospitable. There is a struggle to maintain one's dignity. But that generation of men and women stands as a testament to the resiliency of the human spirit. And they have passed on to us, their grandchildren, the greatest of gifts, the gift of hope refreshened."

Asked for his own greatest accomplishment, he said he would like to be known as "the guy who wrote these 10 plays.

--Pittsburgh’s Post-Gazette Obituary

 

 
Brock PetersBrock Peters

Sunrise: July 2, 1927 - Sunset: August 23, 2005

Brock was a member of The Robey's Board of Trustees. 

 

 
Wayne Anthony White

Wayne Anthony White
1954-2001

I think of death as a beautiful dark woman, full of mystery and peace.  When she comes to you with open arms and embraces you, she lulls you to sleep before the act is consummated.  No, my boy.  I do not fear her.  She will be kind to me.  I will entertain her.  I will tell her a story.

I say with respect and regret a good friend and colleague has passed.  Wayne Anthony White died on February 4, 2001.  Wayne practiced Nichiren Duishonins Buddhism, which believes in the eternity of life.  Born in Columbus, Ohio, to Dolores and Wayne White, brother to Roxanne, Cathy and Michelle, Wayne married Jackie Perkins in 1983 and later had two children, Marc and Portia.

“I am just a writer who tries to see things in a truthful way.”

Wayne’s writing became very familiar to Robey and our audiences.  “Berlick” and “Blurred” were developed over the past four years in Robey’s Playwrights’ Lab.  “Yesternow, ” his last play, was currently in development.   Wayne’s working of the creative process was progressive, intense and unrelenting, but when he did run into an obstacle, he held fast to the philosophy reflected in “Berlick.”

The ideas and the words come when you are most relaxed, so never worry yourself needlessly.  The muse is fickle.  Just when you need her she leaves you.  With all that has occurred lately, she has been provoked to leave, and when she has left there is little you can do to redirect her attention.  So you let her go.  You have some wine.  Walk along the Champs-Elysees.  Make love to your woman.  Then, when she has left your thoughts entirely, she becomes jealous, just like any other woman and rushes forth her riches to you.  It is all you can think of until she leaves you again.

Quotations from “Berlick”

          He will be missed.

 


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