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IN LOVING MEMORY...
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Mako
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" |
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Lloyd
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
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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
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Brock
PetersSunrise:
July 2, 1927 - Sunset:
August 23, 2005 Brock was a member of
The Robey's Board of Trustees.
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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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