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"Mary T. and Lizzy K." exposes fragility of relationships
Thanks to Steven Spielberg’s Oscar winning film Lincoln, and in no small way to President Obama himself who latches onto our 16th president at every political turn – Obama swore his oath of office on Lincoln's bible, gave his State of the Union address on Lincoln's birthday, and frequently reads the handwritten Gettysburg Address that hangs in the Lincoln Bedroom, as he tells us – all things Lincoln, from the issue of slavery, Lincoln’s fight to pass the 13th Amendment, to his troubled relationship with his wife Mary Todd, in book, film, and on the stage, is currently a hot topic.
The most beautifully written and deeply felt of these Lincoln retellings is Tazewell Thompson’s play Mary T. & Lizzy K at the Arena Stage in Washington DC. Here the playwright, who is also the director, awards the play’s starring roles to Lincoln’s wife Mary Todd, her seamstress and confidant Elizabeth “Lizzy” Keckly, and Ivy, Lizzy’s young assistant, both freed slaves. While Lincoln himself (Thomas Adrian-Simpson) does make a couple of star turn appearances, and gets to co-star in one particularly emotionally revealing scene with his wife, it is primarily through the heart-rending experiences of these three women, that the playwright tells his story. No doubt the play, a beautiful blend of fact and fiction, will soon be making the rounds, and winning acting awards, to regional theatres around the country.
The play opens with the fiery Mary Todd (Naomi Jacobson)
welcoming us to her sanctuary which in this case is an asylum. Wearing
a long, off-white institutional gown she is standing stage center.
Her dramatically lit face – everything else is near black – appears
to be floating in midair. Waxing poetic as much of the playwright’s
language does, Mary T is explaining the inner workings of her head,
demons if you will, which will follow her throughout the play, as
they did in real life. “An Indian spirit is removing the bones from
my cheeks, making it painful for any images to cross into and enter
my sights. Sometimes at night he lifts up my scalp replacing it with
someone else’s. I’m inundated with strangers who congregate my brain,
I navigate through the maze. My head held together by a pin.”
As the scene shifts from the institution to the White House we hear Mary T castigating Lizzy K (Sameerah Luqmaan-Harris) for betraying their friendship by writing a tell all book titled Behind the Scenes, or, Thirty Years a Slave, and Four Years in the White House. “You had to take my life, my accumulation and stack of memories from me? Does the idea not seem despicable to you? To treat my experiences, which happen to be mine, as some sort of specimen curiosity, rummaging in my deepest fears and regrets? My sensibilities are not resilient. I break easily. You know that. You assault and expose my secret selves. You scrawl about my dead children. My husband is assassinated, over and over, every time someone buys your book.”
When not flashing back to the asylum, or focusing on Mary T’s frequent psychotic “episodes” much of the play’s action takes place, chillingly so, as we alone know what is going to happen, on the last day of Lincoln’s life, with Mary T is being fitted for a new dress she is to wear to Ford’s Theatre. It is during the play’s realistically portrayed fittings – all utilizing the beautifully designed authentic period gowns by costumer Merrily Murray- Walsh – that Lizzy K, with the help of Ivy (Joy Jones), demonstrates and explains, in exacting seamstress language, what steps and stitches are needed to create a fashionable gown, that that the three woman recount their contrasting lives in great detail. Both Lizzy K, who has to be coaxed into telling her story, and Ivy, having lost their children, and husbands, and families – indicative of the times – have harrowing stories to tell.
And tell them well they do. Naomi Jacobson, Mrs. President, as she demands to be called, tears up the stage as she transitions from calm, to anxious, to depressed, to over the top outbursts. One minute she is lost in her own memories, the next, imperious and hateful to everybody around her. Even her husband is not safe from her tongue as she accuses him of training a generation of young men to “fall in love with killing,” and flirting with every pretty woman around him, a topic she brings up at every turn.
Equally riveting are the fine performances of Luqmaan whose strength of character and determination allows her to proudly stand up to Mary T’s garrulousness without ever losing her dignity or temper, is a pleasure to behold. Jones, whose stories, one about how she lost her eye, as horrific as it is, is theatrical magic. So beautifully innocent is her demeanor while telling it, we find ourselves not only wishing for her eye to reappear, but half believing, just like Ivy does, that it will. This actress is a breath of fresh air.
As Abraham Lincoln, Mary T’s put upon husband, Simpson
is exceedingly accessible, down to earth, inquisitive, and deeply
caring, the opposite of his wife; not at all as stone-faced and wooden
as played by Daniel Day-Lewis in Spielberg’s Lincoln. Simpson’s Lincoln
appears to be a lot more fun, somebody you wouldn’t mind partying
with. However, as written, with little stage time, and far less words
than the main players, he acts primarily as a foil for his egocentric
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