A Blue Shroud

I first started wrestling with the idea of telling this story while sitting on a plane, blinded from the outside world by a sleep mask, my mind racing with thoughts of rage. It was 2015, and cell phone footage of Walter Scott's murder had just been unleashed upon the world. This and similar events around the time seemed to finally be lifting the shroud that was concealing the ugly underbelly of American race relations, but much of society's fervor had dwindled by the time my piecemeal thoughts finally became a script and then a production, circa late-2019. Nevertheless, the quiet that had settled on the subject did not mean that the problem had been solved. The death of black Americans at the hands of "peacekeepers" is a plague on our nation. Sadly, 2020 has shown us once again how perpetual this injustice is and how far we still need to go. My aim with this piece is for audiences to begin by questioning "Who done it?" and leave the theater thinking "Who will undo it?"