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Ragtime

Ragtime
ACT ONE
1. PROLOGUE: RAGTIME
(In the darkness, a door swings open. THE LITTLE BOY is silhouetted in the shaft of light from the open door. He walks down the shaft of light to a stereopticon viewer on the floor, picks it up and brings it to his eyes. Two scrims, each with an image of a large Victorian house, its inhabitants and neighbours, merge and leap into three-dimension, as the picture comes alive: the genteel, white, upper-middle-class world of New Rochelle.)
THE LITTLE BOY
In 1902 Father built a house at the crest of the Broadview Avenue hill in New Rochelle, New York, and it seemed for some years thereafter that all the family's days would be warm and fair.
PEOPLE OF NEW ROCHELLE
The skies were blue and hazy
Rarely a storm. Barely a chill.
WOMEN
La la la la la...
PEOPLE OF NEW ROCHELLE
The afternoons were lazy, Everyone warm. Everything still.
MEN
La la la la la...
PEOPLE OF NEW ROCHELLE
And there was distant music
Simple and somehow sublime
Giving the nation
A new syncopation
The people called it Ragtime!
FATHER
Father was well-off. Very well-off. His considerable income was derived from the manufacture of fireworks and bunting and other accoutrements of patriotism. Father was also something of an amateur explorer.
MOTHER
The house on the hill in New Rochelle was Mother's domain. She took pleasure in making it comfortable for the men of her family, and often told herself how fortunate she was to be so potected and provided for by her husband.
YOUNGER BROTHER
Mother's Younger Brother worked at Father's fireworks factory. He was a genius at explosives. But he was also a young man in search of something to believe in. His sister wondered when he would find it.
GRANDFATHER
Grandfather had been a professor of Greek and Latin. Now retired and living with his daughter and her famil, he was thoroughly iritated by everything.
PEOPLE OF NEW ROCHELLE
The days were gently tinted
Lavender pink, lemon and lime.
MOTHER
Ladies with parasols.
YOUNGER BROTHER
Fellows with tennis balls
FATHER
There were gazebos, and...
(Spoken) There were no Negroes.
(The PEOPLE OF HARLEM enter, dancing to the piano music of COALHOUSE WALKER, JR.)
PEOPLE OF HARLEM
And everything was Ragtime!
Listen to that Ragtime!
COALHOUSE
In Harlem, men and women of colour forgot their troubles and danced and reveled to the music of Coalhouse Walker, Jr. This was a music that was theirs and no one else's.
SARAH
One young woman thought Coalhouse played just for her. Her name was Sarah.
PEOPLE OF HARLEM
Oooooh...
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON
Booker T. Washington was the most famous Negro in the country. He counselled friendship between the races and spoke of the promise of the future. He had no patience with Negroes who lived less than exemplary lives.
PEOPLE OF NEW ROCHELLE
Ladies with parasols,
Fellows with tennis balls.
There were no Negroes
And there were no immigrants.
(IMMIGRANTS cross the stage, bound for America. TATEH and THE LITTLE GIRL join them, poorly clothed and undernourished.)
TATEH
In Latvia, a man dreamed of a new life for his little girl.
It would be a long journey, a terrible one.
He would not lose her, as he had her mother.
His name was Tateh. He never spoke of his wife. The little girl was all he had now. Together, they would escape.
(HARRY HOUDINI appears above the crowd, performing one of his death=defying feats, suspended upside down in a strait jacket.)
LITTLE BOY
Houdini! Look, it's Houdini!
CROWD
Ooh...aah!
Ooh...aah!
(HOUDINI spins in the air. He throws the strait jacket to the crowd below. HOUDINI'S MOTHER frees him.)
HOUDINI
Harry Houdini was one immigrant who made an art of escape. He was a headliner in the top vaudeville circuits.
(HOUDINI'S MOTHER points with pride)
>HOUDINI'S MOTHER
Ich bin die Mutter des grossen Houdinis!
HOUDINI
He made his mother proud. But for all his achievements, he kknew he was only an illusionist. He wanted to believe there was more...
(He notices THE LITTLE BOY.)
Hello, Sonny
THE LITTLE BOY
Warn the Duke!
HOUDINI
What did you say?
(The moment is broken as HOUDINI is enveloped by his crowd of admirers.)
PEOPLE OF NEW ROCHELLE
And there was distant music
Changing the tune, changing the time.
PEOPLE OF HARLEM
Giving the nation
A new syncopation
ALL
La la la
MEN
La, la, la, la...
J.P. MORGAN
Certain men make a country great.
HENRY FORD
They can't help it.
MORGAN
At the very apex of the American pyramid --
FORD
--that's the very tip-top!--
MORGAN
--like Pharaohs reincarnate, stood J.P. Morgan.
FORD
And Henry Ford.
MORGAN
All men are born equal.
FORD
But the cream rises to the top.
EMMA GOLDMAN
Let me at those sons of bitches! These men are the demons who are sucking your very souls dry! I hate them!
MORGAN
Someone should arrest that woman!
EMMA GOLDMAN
The radical anarchist Emma Goldman fought against the ravages of American capitalism as she watched her fellow immigrants' hopes turn to despair on the Lower East Side.
EVELYN NESBIT
La la la la
La la la la la
Whee!
EMMA
But America was watching another drama.
EVELYN NESBIT
Evelyn Nesbit was the most beautiful woman in America. If she wore her hair in curls, every woman wore her hair in curls.
STANFORD WHITE
Her lover was the emminent architect, Stanford White, designer of the Pennsylvania Station on 33rd Street.
HARRY K. THAW
Her husband, the eccentric millionaire, Harry K. Thaw, was a violent man.
EVELYN
After her husband shot her lover, Evelyn became the biggest attraction in vaudeville since Tom Thumb.
NEW ROCHELLE WOMEN
La la la la la
(THAW takes aim at WHITE with a small revolver.)
MEN
Bang!
NEW ROCHELLE WOMEN
La la la
MEN
Bang!
NEW ROCHELLE WOMEN
La
MEN
Bang!
EMMA GOLDMAN
And though the newspapers called the shooting the Crime of the Century, Goldman knew it was only 1906...
ALL
And there ninety four years to go!
EMMA
Whee!
ALL
And there was music playing,
Catching a nation in its prime
Beggar and millionaire
Everyone, everywhere!
Moving to the Ragtime!
(The dance swirls around our three principals--MOTHER, TATEH and COALHOUSE--increasing in intensity. BLACKS, WHITES and IMMIGRANTS find themselves in moments of contact or confrontation; there is the potential for violence.)
And there was distant music
Skipping a beat, singing a dream
WOMEN
La la la la la
ALL
A strage, insistent music
Putting out heat, picking up steam
MEN
La la la la la
ALL
The sound of distant thunder
Suddenly starting to climb
It was the music of something beginning
An era exploding, a century spinning
In riches and rags, and in rhythm and rhyme
The people called it Ragtime...
Ragtime!
Ragtime!
Ragtime!
(On the dock in New York Harbour, MOTHER waves farewell to FATHER as he boards the S.S. Roosevelt, bound for the North Pole.)
2. GOODBYE MY LOVE
MOTHER
Goodbye my love
God bless you
And, I suppose, bless America too
You have places to discover
Oceans to conquer
You need to know I'll be there at the window
While you go your way
I accept that
But, what of the people
Who stay where they're put,
Planted like flowers with roots underfoot
I know some of those people
Have hearts that would rather go journeying
On the sea
Tell me
What of the people
Whose boundaries chafe
Who marry so bravely and end up so safe
Tell me how to be someone
Whose heart can explore while still staying here
Let this be the year
We both travel...
Goodbye, my love
Journey on.
(At sea, FATHER and ADMIRAL PEARY stand on the bridge of their ship.)
3. JOURNEY ON
FATHER
It's an honour to go on expedition with you, Admiral Peary.
It's men like you who've made this country great.
ADMIRAL PEARY
It's men like you who will keep it great.
(MATTHEW HENSON appears.)
HENSON
All sails set, Admiral.
PEARY
Thank you, Mr. Henson. This is my First Officer, Mr. Matthew Henson.
FATHER (visibly startled that Henson is black)
Good evening.
HENSON
Welcome aboard.
FATHER
What's that? In the distance? Such a ghostly glow.
PEARY
They're called rag ships. Immigrants from every cesspool in western and eastern Europe. Most of them become very patriotic Americans. They're your future customers.
HENSON
My people were also brought here on ships.
PEARY
Good watch, Henson.
(PEARY and HENSON go. FATHER stares across the dark waters to the rag ship and TATEH and THE LITTLE GIRL.)
FATHER
You're a brave man, whoever you are. Coming so far, expecting so much.
A salute to the man on the deck of that ship!
A salute to the immigrant stranger
Heaven knows why you'd make such a terrible trip
May your own god protect you from danger
Is if freedom or love that you pray for
In your gutteral accent?
Too late, long gone
A salute to a fellow who hasn't a chance
Journey on.
TATEH
If people ask, how old are you?
THE LITTLE GIRL
I don't answer.
TATEH
Your name?
THE LITTLE GIRL
No name.
TASTEH
Where your mother is?
THE LITTLE GIRL
Dead.
TATEH
This is my father. He speaks for both of us.
THE LITTLE GIRL
This is my father. He speaks for both of us.
Is that other ship going back home?
TATEH
No, no! America is our home now. America is our shtetl.
TATEH & THE LITTLE GIRL
Amekhaye khelbn.
(A flare goes off, illuminating FATHER and TATEH.)
THE LITTLE GIRL
Look, someone is waving. Where is he going?
TATEH
He's a fool on a fool's journey.
To depart on a ship from a country like this
Why on earth would you want to be leaving?
Was it something you lost that you suddenly missed?
Are you angry, or possibly grieving?
Do you see in my face
What you've lost, sir?
Are you moved by the death ship we sail upon?
Well, perhaps you're a man who's in search of his heart
Journey on.
FATHER
Journey on.
BOTH
Two ships passing
In the kinship
Of the darkness
FATHER
One going from...
TATEH
One coming to...
BOTH
America. Two men meeting
At the moment
Of a journey
For a moment,
In the darkness
We're the same...
MOTHER And what of the people Whose boundaries chafe  Who marry so bravely  And end up so safe  I will be journeying Here, my love As you go Journeying   On the sea
FATHER  I salute you, My friend      As you go   Journeying On the sea
TATEH     May you find What you need   As you go  Journeying  On the sea
ALL THREE
We're two ships passing
At a distance
Through the darkness
FATHER
One going from...
MOTHER & TATEH
One coming to...
ALL THREE
America.
Strangers sharing
The beginnings
Of a journey
FATHER
I salute you!
TATEH
God be with you!
MOTHER
I will miss you...
ALL THREE
In the darkness
Of the dawn --
Journey on!
4. THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY
(YOUNGER BROTHER arrives at a Manhattan vaudeville theatre to see EVELYN NESBIT perform her popular musical re-enactment of her lover's murder. THE JUDGE, JURY, SOB SISTERS and CHORINES run onstage in chaos. MOTHER'S YOUNGER BROTHER runs to his seat in the second balcony, a spectator at the "Trial of the Century".)
JUDGE
And now, testifying for the defense, Miss Evelyn Nesbit.
(EVELYN NESBIT makes her "entrance" descending from above on a swing.)
EVELYN
Whee!
CHORUS GIRLS
La la la la
La la la la la
EVELYN
Whee!
CHORUS GIRLS
La la la la
La la la la la
EVELYN
Your Honour
I was once the lady friend of Stanford White.
CHORUS GIRLS
He's the famous architect!
EVELYN
Yes, that's right.
He put me on a velvet swing
And made me wear...well...hardly anything!
Ruined at the age of fifteen,
Your Honour!
Then I went and married Mr. Harry Thaw...
EVELYN & CHORUS GIRLS
Eccentric millionaire
CHORUS GIRLS
Oh! Oh!
EVELYN
Harry's a jealous man.
CHORUS GIRLS
Bang! Bang!
EVELYN
That was the end of Stan.
CHORUS GIRLS
Boo hoo!
EVELYN
Your Honour, be fair!
My Harry went crazy, I swear!
CHORUS GIRLS
La la
La la la
ALL, EVELYN
Now it's the Crime of the Century
Crime of the Century
Giving the world a thrill!
EVELYN
Harry's in trouble
And Stanny's in heaven
And Evelyn is in vaudeville
ALL, EVELYN
The Crime of the Century
Crime of the Century!
All for a youthful fling
Fortune, fame
And a ruined name
EVELYN
And now I'm the girl on the swing!
Whee!
YOUNGER BROTHER
Mother's Younger Brother was in love with Evelyn Nesbit. From his regular seat in the front row of the second balcony, he would lean far over the railing, hoping his goddess would notice him. One night he almost fell. Evelyn caught sight of him and smiled. Life was suddenly wonderful and full of delicious possibilities.
CHORUS GIRLS
Oh! Oh!
EVELYN
Harry must not be hung!
CHORUS GIRLS
Bang! Bang!
JUDGE
Let's have that verdict sung!
CHORUS GIRLS
Boo hoo!
JURY FOREMAN
Your Honour we find
That Harry's not guilty...
EVELYN
My Harry's not guilty!
ALL
'Cause Harry is out of his mind.
And it's the Crime of the Century
Crime of the Century
Making the world go "whee"!
Harry's in trouble
And Stanny's in heaven
EVELYN
And Evelyn gets publicity!
ALL
The Crime of the Century
Crime of the Century
Not such an awful thing --
EVELYN
Stanny's killed
But my mother's thrilled
'Cause now I'm the girl on the...
ALL
Now she's the girl on the...
EVELYN
Now I'm the girl...
ALL
On the swing!
EVELYN
Whee!
(After the show, YOUNGER BROTHER tells EVELYN that he is in love with her, but she humiliates him in front of the press. We hear a reprise of "Crime of the Century", but now MOTHER sings it as she enters her garden to work. YOUNGER BROTHER runs off, upset. MOTHER begins to dig in the earth, chatting with THE LITTLE BOY. All at once, she stops.)
5. WHAT KIND OF WOMAN
MOTHER
Get Kathleen.
THE LITTLE BOY
What's wrong?
MOTHER
Get Kathleen, I tell you! Call the doctor!
KATHLEEN
Is it alive? Oh, please, God, let it be.
MOTHER
It's alive. It's a Negro child. A newborn baby boy.
What kind of woman would do such a thing?
Why in God's name is my husband not here?
I'm such a fool!
Why did I say he was free to go?
What am I to do?
(as if to FATHER)
Where are your instructions, my dear?
You left me lists
Everything in lists
Well, your little lists
Aren't very helpful, I fear!
Each day, the maids trudge up the hill
The hired help arrives
I never stopped to think
They might have lives beyond our lives...
POLICEMAN (entering with a disheveled and terrified SARAH)
We found her in the cellar of a home on the next block. She's a washwoman there. Her name is Sarah.
MOTHER
Where will you take her?
POLICEMAN
To the charity ward. Eventually she will have to stand charges.
YOUNGER BROTHER
What charges?
POLICEMAN
Well, attempted murder, I should think.
MOTHER
What's going to happen to the baby?
DOCTOR
They have places for unfortunates like this.
MOTHER
I will take responsibility for mother and child. Please take Miss Sarah inside.
What kind of woman would do what I've done --
Open the door to such chaos and pain!
(as if to FATHER)
You would have gently closed the door
And gently turned the key
And gently told me not to look
For fear what I might see
What kind of woman would that have made me?
(On Ellis Island, waves of immigrants arrive and wait for processing, going through a series of massive, forbidding gates. TATEH and THE LITTLE GIRL are at the centre of the crowd.)
6. A SHTETL IZ AMERIKE
TATEH, THE LITTLE GIRL
A shtetl iz Amerike
Amekhaye khlebn
TATEH, THE LITTLE GIRL, JEWISH IMMIGRANTS
Es rut oyf ir di shkinele
ITALIAN IMMIGRANTS
Merica, Merica, bel massolino di fior.
TATEH, THE LITTLE GIRL, JEWISH IMMIGRANTS   Mir zoln azoy lebn  Mil khomes, biksn Mentshn blut    A gubernator darf Mennit, A keyser orf Kapores. Amerike! Amerike! Amerike! Amerike! Amerike!
ITALIAN IMMIGRANTS    Bel massolino Di fior  Merica, Merica Bel massolino Di fior  Merica, Merica  Bel massolino Di fior. Merica! Merica! Merica! Merica! Merica! Merica! Merica! Merica! America!
HAITIAN IMMIGRANTS  Gran mesi, Washington Ki ba nou l'Amerik.    Gran mesi, Washington  Gran mesi, Washington  Ki ba nou l'Amerik. L'Amerik! L'Amerik! L'Amerik! L'Amerik! America!
7. SUCCESS
TATEH
I promised you America,
And little one, we're there
IMMIGRANTS, THE LITTLE GIRL
America!
TATEH
Our feet are on the solid ground
And hope is in the air!
IMMIGRANTS, THE LITTLE GIRL
America!
TATEH
You'll soon be eating apple pie
From off a china plate
Pretty dresses, pretty dolls, just wait!
For shining in your Tateh's eyes
And just beyond this gate--
ALL
America!
(The final gates are raised. There is a surge forward and we are on New York's bustling Lower East Side.)
TATEH
Here in America, anyone at all can succeed.
IMMIGRANTS
America! Here in America!
TATEH
Do what you do, and the world will come to you, guaranteed!
IMMIGRANTS
America! We're in America!
TATEH
I may be just a maker of art
But here you could start with less
And make a success!
(TATEH sets up his cart and begins to address people on the street.)
TATEH
Step right up and have a silhouette made by a real artist! With ordinary paper, a pair of scissors and some glue, I will give you a thing of such beauty! A life-like portrait of someone you love. Silhouettes of your favourite celebrity.
Evelyn Nesbit, hey look!
She's on her vaudeville stage
Harry Houdini, he practically escapes
From the page
Only a nickle
Don't walk away!
Someday these will impress
When I'm a success!
IMMIGRANTS (2 GROUPS)
America, America
TATEH
Look at the silhouettes
Here in the tenements
Bent over sewing
Or dancing or arguing
Thousands of silhouettes
Thousands of stories to tell
Look at them, little one
Such opportunity!
Right on the corner of
Orchard and Rivington
We'll make our silhouettes
Think how they'll sell
We'll join the parade
Of Americans all doing well!
IMMIGRANTS
Success!
Success!
(Now J.P. MORGAN appears high above the masses on a "bridge". As he sings, the bridge lowers until it practically crushes the IMMIGRANTS.)
MORGAN
I'm J.P. Morgan, my friends
The wealthiest man on this earth!
IMMIGRANTS
Success!
MORGAN
You immigrants, look up to me
And you'll see what money is worth!
IMMIGRANTS
Success!
MORGAN
One day your immigrant sweat
Might get you the whole U.S.!
(The IMMIGRANTS are squashed beneath MORGAN. HOUDINI magically appears and sings directly to TATEH.)
HOUDINI
And if you're trapped
And failure seems imminent
Think of Houdini
That fabulous immigrant!
Break those chains with all you possess!
(HOUDINI helps the IMMIGRANTS push the bridge and MORGAN back up.)
MORGAN, IMMIGRANTS
This is America!
This is the land of success!
MORGAN, IMMIGRANTS, TATEH
Success!
EMMA GOLDMAN
The angry, fetid tenements of the Lower East Side were worse than anything Tateh and his wife had suffered in Latvia. The littl girl was often sick now. Tateh wrapped her in his prayer shawl. What rabbi would disapprove?
IMMIGRANTS
America!
(EMMA invites TATEH to a rally but he is only interested in his own and his daughter's survival. A man on the street approaches and offers TATEH money, not for a silhouette but for THE LITTLE GIRL. TATEH attacks him, and has to be pulled off by a policeman. Furious and desperate, TATEH holds THE LITTLE GIRL close to him. He can no longer escape the reality of his failure and unfulfilled dreams.)
TATEH
Look at my daughter, God.
Why have you brought us here?
How can I feed her or clothe
Or protect her here?
Where's the America
We were supposed to get?
Was it a silhouette?!
Hey, mister!
Here in America
Anything you want, you can be!
Sucker, step up!
And I'll cut you out your own guarantee!
Come see the artist!
Big shot, oh yes!
Red, white and blue!
Hooray and God bless!
I'm a success!
I'm a success!
Success!
Success!!
(A shadow image of HOUDINI forms mysteriously, as if in TATEH'S mind.)
HOUDINI
If you're trapped
And failure seems imminent
Think of Houdini
That fabulous immigrant
Break those chains with all you possess!
(With new determination, TATEH and THE LITTLE GIRL pack their belongings onto his peddlar's cart and push it offstage.)
TATEH
I promised you America
And little one...
(spoken) We will find it.
(Harlem. The Tempo Club. A crowd gathers to listen to the new piano playing style of COALHOUSE WALKER, JR.)
8. HIS NAME WAS COALHOUSE WALKER
PEOPLE OF HARLEM
His name was Coalhouse Walker
SOLO MAN #1
Was a native of St. Louis some years before
SOLO WOMAN #2
When he heard the music of Scott Joplin
SOLO MAN #2
In St. Louis
SOLO WOMAN #2
Bought himself some piano lessons
Working as a stevedore.
SOLO MAN #3
Here was a music that truly inspired him
LADIES
Dancers required him.
MEN
Club owners hired him.
ALL
The strivers of Harlem
Respected and admired him
SOLO MAN #4
For turning Harlem into art
COALHOUSE
But Coalhouse had a broken heart.
The Good Lord looked down, saw me lonely and loveless, and thought to Himself: "Enough is enough. I'm putting Sarah in Coalhouse's life."
And he did.
This wasn't a woman. This was an angel, a gift of God. Coalhouse loved this woman, but not wisely and not too well. She left me without a word or trace. There was no pity for me.
SARAH'S FRIEND
None whatsoever, Coalhouse.
COALHOUSE
Now she is haunting me
Just like a melody
The only song I seem to know
Sarah, my life has changed
Sarah, I miss you so
Sarah, I did you wrong
Sarah, where did you go?
And then this morning, the miracle happened. I found out where she is, and I'm going to do my damnedest to see she takes me back. Ladies and gentlemen, the Gettin' Ready Rag!
9. THE GETTIN' READY RAG
ALL
Gettin' Ready Rag...
Gettin' Ready Rag...
Gettin', Gettin', Gettin' Ready Rag
WOMEN
Anything it takes.
MEN
Anything you need.
ALL
You gotta find your girl, Coalhouse
And win her back!
(In dance, COALHOUSE gets a shave and a haircut, new clothes, etc.)
ALL
Gettin' Ready Rag!
MEN
Ready as you'll ever get...
COALHOUSE
Not yet!
WOMEN
Gotta win the girl, Coalhouse.
COALHOUSE
Think of what a better man she'll see
When Mr. Henry Ford puts me
At the wheel of a Model T!
(COALHOUSE sees an assembly line in motion; as the workers dance, HENRY FORD appears and sings to COALHOUSE.)
10. HENRY FORD
FORD
See my people?
Well, here's my theory
Of what this country
Is moving toward.
Every worker a cog in motion
Well, that's the notion of Henry Ford!
One man tightens
And one man ratchets
And one man reaches
To pull one cord
Car keeps moving in one direction
ENSEMBLE
A genuflection to Henry Ford!
Hallelujah!
Praise the maker
Of the Model T!
FORD
Speed up the belt
Speed up the belt, Sam
ENSEMBLE
Hallelujah!
COALHOUSE
Hell, I'll take her!
ENSEMBLE
Sure amazin'
How far some fellas can see!
FORD
Speed up the belt
Speed up the belt, Sam
Speed up the belt
Speed up the belt, Sam!
ENSEMBLE & FORD
Speed up the, speed up the, speed up the, speed up the belt!
ENSEMBLE
Mass production
Will sweep the nation
A simple notion
The world's reward
FORD
Even people who ain't too clever
Can learn to tighten a nut forever
Attach one pedal
Or pull one lever
ENSEMBLE
For Henry Ford!
Henry Ford!
Henry Ford!
Henry Ford!
FORD
Grab your goggles
ENSEMBLE & FORD
And climb aboard!
COALHOUSE
I'm ready, Lord!
(A dapper COALHOUSE drives off in his newly-built Model T.)
(The trolley station in New Rochelle, MOTHER and THE LITTLE BOY are on their way to FATHER'S factory to look after his business in his absence. TATEH and THE LITTLE GIRL appear on the opposite side of the trolley tracks. TATEH has put a rope around her arm, which he keeps tied around his own waist.)
11. NOTHING LIKE THE CITY
TATEH
Mister, please, where is this?
CONDUCTOR
You're in New Rochelle. You can take the rope off her. This ain't the city.
THE LITTLE BOY
Mother!
MOTHER
I see! I see. He's afraid of losing her. Immigrants are terrified of losing their children. So are we, but just not so conspicuously. Don't stare. It's not polite to stare.
TATEH
He's a rude little boy. Ignore him. People of good breeding do not stare at other people. They acknowledge them politely with a bow. Like this.
(He bows across the platform to MOTHER.)
TATEH
Good day.
MOTHER
Good day, sir.
TATEH
She called me "sir".
Without a doubt
We're really out of New York City!
MOTHER
Fine weather, isn't it?
TATEH
Isn't it?
Now that we're out of the city, isn't it?
BOTH
Nothing like the city...
THE LITTLE GIRL
He's still staring.
TATEH
Never mind.
THE LITTLE BOY
My father's at the North Pole,
With Admiral Peary and Eskimos!
Where is your mother?
THE LITTLE GIRL
Dead.
MOTHER
Edgar!
THE LITTLE BOY
My name is Edgar. We're off to visit our firewords factory.
What is your name?
THE LITTLE GIRL
No name.
THE LITTLE BOY
That's impossible.
Everyone has a name.
Even the little Negro baby who lives in our attic!!
MOTHER Sshh. Do not by rude! He talks.    TATEH I see that.  MOTHER He also stares.  You'd think He'd never Seen someone  From New York City.   TATEH That's children, Isn't it?  MOTHER Isn't it?  BOTH Always another surprise, Isn't it?
 THE LITTLE BOY I never knew anyone Who stayed on a rope Like a puppy dog. What does it feel like?  THE LITTLE GIRL Safe.  THE LITTLE BOY Safe?  THE LITTLE GIRL Yes.  THE LITTLE BOY Everyone's safe in New Rochelle.  THE LITTLE GIRL Safe?  THE LITTLE BOY yes.
CONDUCTOR
Boston Post Road trolley! Boston!
MOTHER
Well.
TATEH
Well.
Have a pleasant day, ma'am.
MOTHER
Have a pleasant trip, sir...
MOTHER & TATEH (to themselves)
Nothing like the city...
(TATEH and THE LITTLE GIRL depart, leaving MOTHER and THE LITTLE BOY looking after them.)
CONDUCTOR
Mamaroneck! All aboard for Mamaroneck!
THE LITTLE BOY
We know those people.
MOTHER
That's ridiculous. They're poor foreigners.
THE LITTLE BOY
Then we're going to know them.
MOTHER
Who put such thoughts in your head?
(The FIREMEN of the Emerald Isle Firehouse enter and, simultaneously, COALHOUSE drives up and stops to ask directions. Chief Willie Conklin hurls racist abuse at COALHOUSE and warns him not to pass that way again. As they exit, SARAH appears, alone in her attic in New Rochelle.)
12. YOUR DADDY'S SON
SARAH (rocking her baby)
Ooh...
Daddy played piano
Played it very well
Music from those hands could
Catch you like a spell
He could make you love him
'Fore the tune was done
You have your daddy's hands
You are your daddy's son
Ooh...
Daddy never knew that you were on your way
He had other ladies,
And other tunes to play
When he up and left me
I just up and run
Only thing in my head--
You were your daddy's son
Couldn't hear no music
Couldn't see no light
Mama, she was frightened
Crazy from the fright
Tears without no comfort
Screams without no sound
Only darkness and pain
The anger and pain
The blood and the pain!
I buried my heard in the ground!
In the ground--
When I buried you in the ground
Daddy played piano
Bet he's playin' still
Mama can't forget him
Don't suppose I will
God wants no excuses
I have only one:
You had your daddy's hands
Forgive me.
You were your daddy's son
13. THE COURTSHIP
(MOTHER gently takes the baby from SARAH.)
MOTHER
Sarah, let me take him for awhile. You haven't slept.
(MOTHER takes the baby to the kitchen and puts him in a small crib. There is a knock at the screen door.)
MOTHER
Yes?
COALHOUSE
I'm looking for a young woman of colour whose name is Sarah. She is said to reside in one of these houses.
THE LITTLE BOY
She's here. She's living in our attic.
COALHOUSE
Will you tell her, please, that Mr. Coalhouse Walker, Jr., desidres to speak with her?
MOTHER
Certainly. Please wait there.
Edgar?
(MOTHER goes upstairs.)
THE LITTLE BOY
This is Sarah's baby. You want a cookie.
(THE LITTLE BOY goes into the pantry.)
MOTHER
Sarah, you have a caller. A Mr. Walker. Will you come down to hte kitchen?
SARAH
No, ma'am. Send him away, please.
MOTHER
Well, that's the most words you've spoken since you've been here.
(COALHOUSE opens the screen door, comes into the kitchen and looks down at his son. He picks him up, crooning to him.)
COALHOUSE
Hmmmm...
(MOTHER comes back into the kitchen and is upset to see that COALHOUSE has presumed to come into the house and pick up the baby.)
MOTHER (taking back the baby)
Sarah is unable to see you. Good day.
COALHOUSE
Thank you, ma'am. Tell her I'll come back next Sunday.
(He goes.)
GRANDFATHER (entering)
Such was the coming of the coloured man in the car to Broadview Avenue.
ALL
Each Sunday he'd come driving
Curtains would part
Neighbours would peek
MOTHER
I'm sorry, Mr. Walker. Sarah still will not receive you.
COALHOUSE
Will you see that she gets these flowers, ma'am?
MOTHER, ALL
Week after week!
And after weeks of Sundays
MOTHER
Sending him off seemed a crime...
(spoken)
Mr. Walker, it must be a long drive for you. Perhaps you would like a cup of tea before you go?
(COALHOUSE enters and chats with MOTHER. She invites him to play something on the piano. A recalcitrant SARAH stays up in her room. COALHOUSE tests the piano.)
COALHOUSE
This piano is badly in need to a tuning.
MOTHER
Oh yes. We are terrible about that.
(COALHOUSE plays a few more notes.)
GRANDFATHER
Do you know any coon songs?
(COALHOUSE stops playing.)
COALHOUSE
Coon songs are made for minstrel shows. White men sing them in blackface. This is called Ragtime.
(He resumes, now in earnest.)
(A passage of time, in which FATHER arrives home unannounced from the North Pole to find a wife who works, a son who seems all grown up, SARAH and the baby in the attic, and a black man at the piano in the living room.)
NEW MUSIC
FATHER
Where have I been?
How did we change,
Caught in this strange new music?
Say, was I away too long?
MOTHER
Just like that tune
Simple and clear
I've come to hear
BOTH
New music
MOTHER
Why,
Why can't you hear the song?
YOUNGER BROTHER
His fingers stroke those keys
And every note says, "Please",
And every chord says, "Turn my way"
MOTHER, FATHER
I thought I knew what love was
But these lovers play...
MOTHER, FATHER, YOUNGER BROTHER
New music!
Haunting me, and somehow taunting me,
My love was never half as true
FATHER
And I ask myself
Why can't I sing it, too.
WORKERS, NEIGHBOURS
His fingers stroke those keys
And every note says, "Please",
And every chord says, "Turn my way"
WORKERS, NEIGHBOURS & FAMILY
I thought I knew what love was
But these lovers play
New music!
ALL
Haunting me, and somehow taunting me,
My love was never half as true
COALHOUSE
Sarah, my life has changed
Sarah, you've got to see
Sarah, we've got a son!
Sarah, come down to me...
(SARAH stands upstairs, undecided. She slowly moves toward the door.)
SARAH You and your music, Singing deep in me, Making nice to me Saying something so new... Changing everything Meaning everything Callin my heart to you  Play that melody Your sweet melody Calling my heart to you
COALHOUSE    New  Music  All for you, girl You, Sarah  You
(SARAH comes down the stairs and walks into COALHOUSE'S embrace.)
ALL (except COALHOUSE and SARAH)
Just like that tune,
Simple and clear
I've come to hear new music
Breaking my heart
Op'ning a door
Changing the world!
New music!
I'll hear it forevermore!
(On a picnic on an idyllic hillside in the country, COALHOUSE has been polishing his car. SARAH is amused at his fastidiousness, but COALHOUSE explains to her that this car will take them and their son to a better place and time. SARAH tenderly gives the baby to COALHOUSE.)
15. WHEELS OF A DREAM
COALHOUSE
I see his face.
I hear his heartbeat.
I look in those eyes.
How wise they seem.
Well, when he is old enough
I will show him America
And he will ride
On the wheels of a dream.
COALHOUSE We'll go down South  And see your people  Won't they take to him  Like cats to cream!
SARAH  Go down South,  See my folks.  They'll take to him  Mmm...
COALHOUSE
Then we'll travel on from there
SARAH
California or who knows where!
BOTH
And we will ride
On the wheels of a dream.
COALHOUSE
Yes, the wheels are turning for us, girl
And the times are starting to roll
Any man can get where he wants to
If he's got some fire in his soul
We'll see justice, Sarah,
And plenty of men
Who will stand up and give us our due
Oh, Sarah, it's more than promises
Sarah, it must be true
A country that lets a man like me
Own a car, raise a child, build a life with you...
With you...
SARAH
With you...
BOTH
Beyond that road,
Beyond this lifetime
That car full of hope
Will always gleam
With the promise of happiness
And the freedom he'll live to know
He'll travel with head held high
Just as far as his heart can go
And he will ride --
Our son will ride --
On the wheels of a dream.
(TATEH now labours in a mill. EMMA GOLDMAN enters to speak at a rally in New York.)
16. THE NIGHT THAT GOLDMAN SPOKE AT UNION SQUARE
EMMA GOLDMAN
I have just returned from Lawrence, Massachusetts where, eight weeks ago, the workers there went on strike. They are starving, their children are dying but they are holding firm, and we must support them.
YOUNGER BROTHER
It was winter in New York
As the snow began to fall
And the workmen's hall had not a seat to spare
When a young man ducked inside
Just to warm himself, was all,
The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square
EMMA
What is happening in Lawrence is happening everything. Let us at last make this the land of opportunity for all people, not just the owners. The land of opportunity for Tateh and his little girl. We cannot rest!
YOUNGER BROTHER
She was speaking loud and fast
Through a haze of noise and heat
And the smell of sweat and anger in the air
The police were standing by
But the crowd was on its feet
The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square.
EMMA (pointing at YOUNGER BROTHER)
You!
YOUNGER BROTHER
He thought he heard her say...
EMMA
What brings you here today?
(The scene becomes surreal as the RALLYERS encircle YOUNGER BROTHER and lift him into the air.)
EMMA, RALLYERS
Poor young rich boy!
EMMA
Masturbates for a vaudeville tart!
What a waste of a feiry heart, dear
YOUNGER BROTHER
He thought she said...
EMMA, RALLYERS
Poor young bourgeois!
EMMA
There are things that you've never thought
Come to Emma and you'll be taught here!
YOUNGER BROTHER
His head was spinning!
EMMA, RALLYERS
People feathered and tarred, my friend
Unions broken, and why for?
Children labouring, women still enslaved!
Leave your little backyard, my friend
There are causes to die for!
RALLYERS
Strike!
YOUNGER BROTHER
In the gutters of the city
I have tried to find some meaning
RALLYERS
Strike!
YOUNGER BROTHER
In the arms of fallen women
In the thought of suicide
RALLYERS
Strike!
YOUNGER BROTHER Like a firework unexploded, Wanting life but never knowing how...   RALLYERS Strike!  YOUNGER BROTHER Till now!
EMMA   My brother, Life has meaning   I'll show you how!   My brother, you are with us now!
He was calling out her name
Shouting what, he did not know
And he found that he was standing on a chair
With a heart as clean and new
As the freshly fallen snow
The night that Goldman spoke...
EMMA (to YOUNGER BROTHER)
I've been waiting for you.
YOUNGER BROTHER
At Union Square.
(EMMA is arrested, and the scene changes to Lawrence, Massachusetts. The militia is assembled as STRIKERS gather to send their children to safety for the duration fo the strike.)
WORKERS
Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!
ORGANIZER
Put the children on the train! Get them out of here!
(TATEH gives THE LITTLE GIRL to a woman boarding the train for Philadelphia and safety. MILITIAMEN raise their rifles. WOMEN scream. Suddenly, violence is everywhere. A woman near TATEH is struck down by a militiaman and falls to the ground. As TATEH bend to help her...)
TATEH
I hate you, goddamned America!
(...a POLICEMAN cracks him on the head with his nightstick. We hear the sound of the train beginning to move off.)
THE LITTLE GIRL
Tateh! Tateh!
(TATEH begins to run in the direction of the train. As THE LITTLE GIRL'S voice gets fainter, TATEH jumps on to the back of the train. He climbs onto the caboose and holds the LITTLE GIRL.)
17. GLIDING
TATEH
Sshhh. Don't cry. Don't be afraid. I'm here.
We're together. Sshhh. Look! Ssshhh. Look what I've made for you.
(He shows her a small handmade "flip book".)
See the silhouettes.
It's a little book of silhouettes
When you flip the pages, they move.
Look how nice!
This is you on skates
Turning pretty figure-eights
On the smooth, cool ice...
We are gliding, gliding on a pond.
Close your eyes. Close your eyes.
We are gliding, gliding far beyond
Close your eyes. Close your eyes.
Feel the wind as you pirouette...
Are you happy yet?
Are you happy yet?
Your Mameh would tell you:
"Imagine you're fearless.
Imagine you're fearless
And soon, you won't fear!"
When I am afraid
I imagine your Mameh
She skates just ahead
Can you see her?
She's here!
And we're gliding, gliding far away
Pirouettes, figure-eights, silver skates...
Just down the track
Glide with me, little one
Glive with your Tateh
We'll never look back!
(TATEH and THE LITTLE GIRL get off the train. The conductor notices the flip book.)
CONDUCTOR
My kid would like that. How much?
TATEH
It's not for...A dollar?
CONDUCTOR
It's a deal. What do you call it?
TATEH
I...
CONDUCTOR
It's gotta have a name. I'm not paying this much for something without a name.
TATEH
They move. I call them...movie...books!
(The CONDUCTOR buys the book and exits. TATEH is overjoyed. Their lives are about to change.)
Your father is a smart man! With this money, we'll get a clean bed and a hot bath, and tomorrow we will make more of these and we will sell them for two dollars. Tateh's movie book! Everyone will want them. They just don't know that yet!
We are gliding, gliding far away
Pirouettes, figure-eights, silver skates
Just down the track!
Glide with me, little one
Glide with your Tateh
We'll never look back!
(COALHOUSE and SARAH and the baby are returning to New Rochelle in the Model T. They find their way barred by WILLIE CONKLIN and the EMERALD ISLE FIREMEN.)
18. THE TRASHING OF THE CAR
CONKLIN
Running away, nigger?
COALHOUSE
I am going to find a policeman. If anyone touches my car before I return, he will answer to Coalhouse.
CONKLIN
Tell him Fire Chief Will Conklin sends his regards!
(The FIREMEN laugh as COALHOUSE walks away.)
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON
We must exhibit patience.
(The FIREMEN descen on the car and destroy it.)
Self-control. Forbearance. And dwell above hatred and acts of cruelty.
SARAH
Come on, Coalhouse. Come on. It doesn't matter.
19. JUSTICE
COALHOUSE
We'll see justice, Sarah
And plenty of men
Who will stand up and give us our due!
TOWN HALL BUREAUCRAT
Well, you can sign another complaint, Mr. Walker, but volunteer firemen are not municipal employees, and therefore do not come under the jurisdiction of the city. I'm sorry.
SECOND BUREAUCRAT
I'm still tracing your first complaint, Mr. Walker. Are you sure you filed it with this office. Let me look again.
COALHOUSE
Justice, Sarah.
This is America.
MOTHER
I am ashamed that our community is represented in his mind by that bunch of toughs.
FATHER
Let me talk to my lawyer.
YOUNGER BROTHER
That's all it will be: talk, talk, talk!
COALHOUSE
The law's the law.
The law's been broken
Why should I turn the other cheek?
What about justice!
PEOPLE OF HARLEM
The bureacrats and bunglers
The attorneys who smiled
WHITE ATTORNEY
My advice is recover your car and forget the whole thing.
PEOPLE OF HARLEM
The clerks and the officials
And the forms that were filed
A CLERK
This is to get a place on the court calendar. This for change of venue...
PEOPLE OF HARLEM
So many roads to justice
Around the bend
BLACK LAWYER
I want justice for our people so bad I can taste it. But I won't waste my time on a mere case of vandalism when I have real injustices to take to the courts.
PEOPLE OF HARLEM
And every road a new dead end!
COALHOUSE
I will not move
From where I'm standing
Till what's mine is restored to me
I'm not some fool
I'm not their nigger!
I will have what's fairly owed me!
And till then, I will not marry...
(MOTHER approaches SARAH.)
MOTHER
We understand Mr. Walker's outrage. We share it. All decent people do.
SARAH
He said, "Wheels are turning for us, girl."
MOTHER
But I'm sure there's some way to settle this affair without calling off the wedding.
SARAH
He said, "Times are starting to roll."
MOTHER
To be so close to the happiness you both deserve and have it come to this!
(SARAH moves away from MOTHER.)
SARAH
Well, I know he'll get where he wants to
'Cause he's got that fire in his soul
Said, "There's justice, Sarah,
And plenty of men who will stand up and give us our due."
Well, you'll have your due, Coalhouse,
Yes, you'll have your due.
20. PRESIDENT
(The Vice Presidential campaign enters. Posters, banners, a marching band, the incumbent candidate waving. He poses for photographs with J.P. MORGAN on the back of a train.)
YOUNGER BROTHER
The Republican vice-presidential candidate was to be in the city that evening to attend a rally. The Secret Service was at the ready. The recent assassination of President McKinley had been a lesson well learned.
SARAH
I'll tell him...
President, I am coming to you
On behalf of Coalhouse Walker
He don't know I'm here...
He's much too proud!
And I ain't much of a talker
But President, he needs your help, sir
You're the only one
'Cause Coalhouse, he won't marry me
Till this thing is done
And President, we got a son!
(SARAH breaks through the police barricade and rushes towards him, her arm outstretched to him.)
SARAH
President! President!!
MORGAN
She's got a gun!
(The police officers club SARAH with their nightsticks. She falls to the ground.)
MORGAN
I saw a gun!
(The CROWD, MORGAN, THE CANDIDATE and POLICEMEN disappear. COALHOUSE enters and rushes to SARAH'S lifeless body.)
COALHOUSE
Noooooo!!!
(People lift SARAH up. The dirge begins.)


21. TILL WE REACH THAT DAY
MOURNERS
Oh...
Oh...
Oh...
(At Sarah's funeral, to the slow rhythm of a drum, a processional enters bearing SARAH'S coffin.)
SARAH'S FRIEND
There's a day of hope
May I live to see,
When our hearts are happy
And our souls are free
Let the new day dawn
Oh, Lord, I pray
We'll never get to heaven
Till we reach that day
OTHER MOURNERS It's a day of peace. A day of pride  A day of justice We have been denied  When a man can live And a child can play We'll never get to heaven  Till we reach that day
SARAH'S FRIEND   A day of pride   It's been denied  
COALHOUSE
What they did to her
What they took from her
She had life in her
Lord, she had my baby!
Look what they left of her
Left of her, left of my girl!
EMMA She was nothing to them She was a woman. MOTHER & EMMA Nothing and no one to them
COALHOUSE  My girl.
EMMA, MOTHER & COALHOUSE
So they beat her
And beat her and beat her and...
MOURNERS A day of peace A day of pride   A day of justice   We have been denied    Let the new day dawn Oh Lord...
COALHOUSE There was blood on the ground  COALHOUSE, EMMA, MOTHER She was only a girl  COALHOUSE, EMMA, YOUNGER BROTHER, MOTHER, FATHER It will happen again  ABOVE, PLUS IMMIGRANTS, HARLEM It will happen again And again and again
TATEH
Why does nobody care?
YOUNGER BROTHER, EMMA
There is blood in the air!
WOMEN
We have voices and souls!
COALHOUSE, MOTHER, EMMA, YOUNGER BROTHER
What is wrong with this country?
IMMIGRANTS
She was somebody's child!
HARLEM MEN
There are Negroes out there!
IMMIGRANTS, BLACKS, WOMEN with EMMA (shouting over)
There are people out there!
ALL
Give the people
A day of peace
A day of pride
A day of justice
We have been denied
Let the new day dawn
Oh, Lord, I pray...
We'll never get to heaven
Till we reach that day
END OF ACT ONE












ACT TWO
1. ENTR'ACTE
2. HARRY HOUDINI, MASTER ESCAPIST
(Beneath a large, glowing poster of HOUDINI, THE LITTLE BOY is in bed, having a nightmare.)
THE LITTLE BOY
Harry Houdini,
Master escapist
Master of getting free...
(HOUDINI is revealed behind the poster.)
HOUDINI
Holding his breath
He dances with death
As daring as he can be...
Enter the master
Saved from disaster
Making the people gape...
(In THE LITTLE BOY'S dream, FIREMEN shut HOUDINI up in a box suspended by chains in the air. They throw in a time bomb and lock him in. The box rises. There is an enormous explosion. The box bursts open. It is empty. Pendemonium on stage as WILLIE and the FIREMEN rush off. HOUDINI appears in a box seat in the audience. He bows and exits, as the dream ends and THE LITTLE BOY wakes up.)
THE LITTLE BOY
Mother! Mother!
MOTHER
Edgar, what is it? What are you doing out of bed? Shhh. You had a nightmare.
THE LITTLE BOY
Something terrible is going to happen! An explosion. People are going to die.
3. COALHOUSE'S SOLILOQUY
COALHOUSE
Say goodbye to music.
Say goodbye to light.
Anything I care for,
Take it from my sight.
Let me see no future
Let me hear no sound
Only darkness and pain
The anger and pain
The blood and the pain
They buried my heart in the ground....
In the ground...
When they buried you in the ground.
I see your face...
And we will ride
On the wheels of a new dream, Sarah,
A new time, Sarah,
Now, I'll play them the music
Of something beginning
An era exploding
A century spinning--
My law and my justice
In rhythm and rhyme!
Listen to that Ragtime!
4. COALHOUSE DEMANDS
(Three gun shots are fired--Headline projected: "Three Firemen Dead".)
NEWSBOY #1
Extra! Arsonist destroys Emerald Isle Engine Company!
NEWSBOY #2
Negro gunman shoots three dead!
NEWSBOY #3
Extra! Terror stalks New Rochelle! Murderer's demands revealed!
COALHOUSE
One--that my car be returned to me in its original condition.
Two--that the white excrescence known as Fire Chief Will Conklin,
the one who instigated this crime, be turned over to me for my justice.
Nothing less, nothing more.
ALL
Somewhere in the city
There's a madman waiting
Standing in the shadows
With a gun in his hands
A man of colour
Who is calmly stating:
Coalhouse demands!
Coalhouse demands!
NEW ROCHELLE MEN, WOMEN
He demands!
HARLEM MEN, WOMEN
He demands!
Coalhouse demands!
NEW ROCHELLE MEN
Who is he to demand?
HARLEM MEN, WOMEN
He demands!
NEW ROCHELLE WOMEN, MEN & NEWSBOYS
He demands!
NEWSBOYS (shouting)
Killer Negro demands!
HARLEM MEN, WOMEN
About time a black man demanded!
ALL
He calls Conklin the white excrescence...
THE LITTLE BOY
What's excrescence?
FATHER
Edgar, go to your room!
MOTHER
Three firemen were killed. One of them was Mrs. Gallagher's newphew.
Six more were badly injured when the boiler exploded.
THE LITTLE BOY
And one of them will be dead by tonight. It was Coalhouse, wasn't it?
FATHER
I said, go to your room.
MOTHER
Edgar.
GRANDFATHER
I told you we hadn't heard the last of that Negro.
ALL
Coalhouse demands
HARLEM MEN (COALHOUSES'S MEN), YOUNGER BROTHER
It's an eye for an eye--
Call it justice, friend
HARLEM WOMEN, SARAH'S FRIEND
People's lives for a car ain't justice
An eye for an eye, that ain't!
FIREMEN
He wants Willie Conklin.
CONKLIN
Willie Conklin!
He even misspelled my name.
Wouldn't you know it!
With a "K"!
He can't take a joke, now can he
Sensitive, ain't he?
Does he think only niggers get shit?
We Irish had to get used to it!
FIREMAN
You goddamned, gutless Mick, look what you got us into!
WILLIE
You're gonna protect me, ain't ya?
Hide me, ain't ya?
FIREMAN
Get out of town, Will, before they kill us all!
COALHOUSE'S MEN
What they did to you,
What they took from you,
We are one with you.
Now the world will know
There are Negroes out there
To make them listen!
We're all Coalhouse!
(They don matching bowler hats and brandish their guns. BOOKER T. WASHINGTON speaks to REPORTERS.)
REPORTER #1
Do you have a statement for us, Mr. Washington?
REPORTER #2
What do you think of these Negro renegades, Mr. Washington?
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON
For the sum of my life
I have lived in hope
We might all be Christian brothers
I have worked to persuade
Every white-skinned man
That he need not fear our race
I deplore Mr. Walker's actions, and the irreparable harm he has done to my people.
And I wish that I might tell him
Face to face.
(The REPORTERS now question a group of HARLEM WOMEN.)
HARLEM WOMEN (Group 1) Not one of ours  Never heard of him We don't want any trouble  Not one of ours
HARLEM WOMEN (Group 2)  Not one of ours Never heard of him  Don't want any trouble Not one of ours

ALL HARLEM WOMEN
Don't know anything
(to each other) And I wouldn't tell those peckerwoods
Even if I did!
GROUP 1 No one knows what he looks like  No one knows where he is  No one knows how to Stop him... GROUP 1 Somewhere in the city There's a madman waiting Standing in the shadows With a gun in his hand ALL A man of colour Who is calmly stating Coalhouse demands  Somewhere in the city   Coalhouse!
CONKLIN, OTHERS  Somewhere in the city  Waiting in the dark  Stop him! CONKLIN, GROUP 2  Somewhere in the city  Standing in the shadows   COALHOUSE & HIS MEN We'll play them the music Of something beginning!  An era exploding, A century spinning--  Listen to that Ragtime!
(The house in New Rochelle. FATHER has gone to the police to tell them what he knows about the "Negro maniac", while YOUNGER BROTHER sympathizes with COALHOUSE and despises FATHER for his complacency. A violent argument erupts, and YOUNGER BROTHER storms out. MOTHER urges her husband to explain things to their young son, but, instead, FATHER decides to take the boy to a baseball game.)
5. WHAT A GAME
FATHER
You'll like baseball. It's a civilized pastime.
In a world gone mad,
There is comfort to be had
In the game Father played at school
Men of class,
Competing on the grass
Where sportsmanship
And fellowship
And courtesy are the rule.
(The Polo Grounds. A game is in progress. The stands are packed with raucous FANS from all walks of life. FATHER and THE LITTLE BOY are conspicuously different.)
UMPIRE
Play ball!
GIANTS FANS
Ain't this the kind o' weather
BRAVES FANS
For smackin' leather
GIANTS FANS
For playin' baseball
ALL
The kind o' weather makes a man
Hit like hell!
FAN #1
Let's go, you sons o' bitches!
FAN #2
Let's see some pitches!
ALL
Let's play some baseball!
FAN #3
The Kraut is strikin' out again!
FAN #4
Schmidt, ya smell!
BRAVES FANS
The Giants haven't got a prayer
GIANTS FANS
Aah, yer underwear!
BRAVES FANS
Up yer alley!
ALL
Go back to where yer mother once came!
(All make some rude gestures.)
Hit that ball!
FAN #5
Run, you bastard!
ALL
Hit that ball!
FAN #6
Kill the Kraut!
ALL
What a game!
FAN #2 (calling to field)
Hey, Schnabel! Take your head out of your ass!
(to THE LITTLE BOY)
I guess that's telling him, huh?
THE LITTLE BOY
Hey, Schnabel! Take your head out of your --!
(FATHER firmly clamps his hand over THE LITTLE BOY'S mouth.)
FATHER
At Harvard,
We were gentlemen
Men were gentlemen
EVERYONE ELSE
So's yer sister!
FAHTER
We called each other "Mister", and...
FANS #5 & #7
Doyle, ya suck!
FATHER
Don't listen!
Our games were very quiet
We'd never riot, we'd...
FANS #4, #8, & #9
Eat that baseball!
FATHER
The worst we ever said would be...
FANS #3 & #6
Run, ya schmuck!
FATHER
Don't listen!
Now there's this noisy rabble
This foreign babble
Who let this happen?!
There's hardly one American name!
FAN #10
Yah, Herzog!
ALL
Hit that ball!
FAN #11
Stupid Polack!
ALL
Hit that ball!
FAN #8
Kill the Kike!
ALL
What a game!
It's Braves and Giants,br> Two to two.
The pitcher's name is
Hub Purdue
Jack Murray's now
Up at bat...(ball crack)
(THE LITTLE BOY stands up. He knows what will happen next. FATHER realizes with a start the ball is coming right at them. THE LITTLE BOY holds up his hand and catches it.)
ALL
My God, would somebody look at that!
Ain't this the kind of weather
To get together and
FAN #6
Bash his teeth in!
ALL
The kind o' weather makes a man
Hit like hell!
(The FANS fight.)
ALL
A fine, upliftin' atmosphere
Bring yer children here.
Teach them baseball.
The game all true Americans
Do damn well!
It's like the Constitution
The institution
Of dear ol' baseball
Where every man is treated the same!
Kill that Mick!
FAN #1
Run, you Polack!
ALL
Strike the Kike!
FAN #2
Kill the Kraut!
ALL
What a...
What a...
What a...
THE LITTLE BOY
Up yer alley!
FATHER
Edgar!
ALL
Game!
(All hock and spit, including THE LITTLE BOY who manages to hit the top of his father's head.)
6. FIRE IN THE CITY
(We hear gunfire, and see the headlines of COALHOUSE'S latest act. His face is in the news, and it seems as if the city is on fire. The gang is setting firehouses ablaze. WILLIE CONKLIN leaves town in terror.)
COALHOUSE
Until my demands are met, I will continue to burn down firehouses.
I will destroy the entire city if need be. Let the rules of war prevail.
Coalhouse Walker, Jr., president of the provisional American government.
(FATHER and MOTHER are besieged by reporters and welfare officials. As they argue, EVELYN NESBIT suddenly enters, changing the mood.)
7. ATLANTIC CITY
EVELYN
Whee!
Let's run away to Atlantic City
Let's feel the wind in our hair...
FATHER
Atlantic City is only a temporary answer, Mother, but I can't think of a better one.
They can't take the child away from you if we're in residence down there
and it's close enouigh to come and go as business dictates.
EVELYN
Sharing a grand and romantic city.
(HARRY HOUDINI appears, wrapped in chains.)
HOUDINI
Sea and salty air.
FATHER
Besides, the change of air will do everyone good. Did you pack my razor?
MOTHER
Yes.
FATHER
I hope you reserved us a parlour car?
MOTHER
I did.
EVELYN
Train's gonna take us to the sunniest hideaway.
HOUDINI
Troubles will slide away
EVELYN & HOUDINI
Just a ride away...
FATHER
It was clear to Father that the crisis was driving the spirit from their lives. He had always secretly believed that as a family they were touched by an extra light. He felt it going now.
(to MOTHER)
Mother, I...
(sound of taxi horn)
MOTHER
There's the cab.
(MOTHER exits.)
FATHER
Where have I been?
How did we change
Caught in this strange new music
Say, was I away too long?
Say, when they did they change the song?
(FATHER exits. Atlantic City is now revealed: elegant couples on the boardwalk in front of a panoramic view of the seaside.)
VACATIONERS
Let's run away to Atlantic City
Let's feel the win in our hair
Sharing a grand and romantic city
Sea and salty air
Train's gonna take us
To the sunniest hideaway
Troubles will slide away.
WOMEN VACATIONERS
Just a ride away.
VACATIONERS
So let's run away to Atlantic City
No one will find us there.
(A RAGTIME BAND enters, dancing and playing.)
VACATIONERS
Down on the sand
There's a Ragtime band
BAND MEMBERS
With a brand-new
Ragtime tune.
ALL
And up in the sky
There's a grand New Jersey moon!
Let's go there soon...
(The VACATIONERS exit, following the RAGTIME BAND, as the Million Dollar Pier appears with HARRY HOUDINI and EVELYN NESBIT headlining in vaudeville.)
EVELYN
Whee!!!
I was once the lady friend of Stanford White
Made me a celebrity overnight!
Well, overnight things change I guess.
I'm in New Jersey--wearing even less!
Ladies, there's a lesson in my tawdry tale
Beware the path you choose
Oh! Oh! Justice is never fair.
Bang! Bang! There goes your millionaire
Boo hoo! No money, no ring
And you could end up on a swing
And it's a crime...
HARRY Harry Houdini Master escapist Buried and chained and tied.  Reaching for danger Darker and stranger Now that his mama's died.  Conquering fear In hopes he will hear A voice form the other side...
    EVELYN Oh, justice can be so unfair!    Bang! There goes your millionaire!    Whee!
HARRY
Come see Houdini's daring display
EVELYN
Come see Miss Nesbit do four shows a day
EVELYN & HARRY
Thrilling the crowd and making 'em say...
HOUDINI  Let's run away  Let's run Away Away ALL Let's run away to Atlantic City Let's run away
EVELYN Let's run away  Let's run away  Away... Away...   Let's run away Let's run away
EVELYN, HARRY, ALL
My honey...
Why whould we stay in the frantic city
Laden with worry and care?
Oh, let's run away to Atlantic City
No one will find us
EVELYN
No one will find us
ALL
No one will find us there!
(The foregoing has all been part of a movie which is being filmed by the BARON ASHKENAZY on the Boardwalk. We suddenly recognized the BARON as TATEH, now dashing, confident, and totally recreated. He spots the family and, attracted by MOTHER'S beauty, begins to tell them his life story. MOTHER is charmed, and FATHER is annoyed.)
8. BUFFALO NICKEL PHOTOPLAY INC.
BARON ASHKENAZY
Anyone can get lucky in America. I remind myself of this every day.
The first nickel I ever earned
I keep in a little silver frame
It's how I gave my company a name,
Reminding me how very far I came!
I was a maker of the silhouettes
Who made a small improvement--
A little book of silhouettes
That simulated movement!
Well, people seemed to like it
Soon the money's going clink!
And I'm Buffalo Nickel Photoplay, Inc.!
I got from silhouettes to photos
I invent a small projector
And soon, I'm making movies
And they're calling me director!
An industry is dawning
And I'm standing on the brink--
Mister Buffalo Nickel Photoplay, Inc.!
Life shines from the shadow screen,
Comical, yet infinitely true
People love to see what people do
Here where everyone is someone new!
Such tales from the shadow screen!
Little men who never get the breaks
Fighting on till something fin'lly takes--
What a lovely movie it all makes!
Well, business is booming
I'm happy to say
I just made a contract
To film for Pathé;
A series of chapters
Which end in suspense
Each week, see what's next
For another five cents!
And I am waking every morning
Filled with such anticipation!
I frame the sea
I frame the sky
And this is my vacation!
I shake your hand
I kiss your hand
I buy you all a drink!
And maybe if you chance to see
A movie that was made by me
Remember when my name goes by
(That's ASH-K-E-N-A-Z-Y)
The baron, now American
Who happened once to think
Of silhouette and flicker book
And movies as they're meant to look
And Buffalo Nickel...
Buffalo Nickel Photoplay, Inc.!
Action!
(The BARON exits, filming a "fast motion" parade of dancers. THE LITTLE BOY remains on the Boardwalk as night falls. HOUDINI enters. He is leaving for Sarajevo. THE LITTLE BOY stops him and tells him to "Warn the Duke!" Next morning on the Boardwalk, MOTHER encounters the BARON again, and they watch their children play on the beach.)
9. OUR CHILDREN
MOTHER
How they play
Finding treasure in the sand
They're forever hand in hand,
Our children.
TATEH
How they laugh
She has never laughed like this
MOTHER
Every waking moment, bliss.
BOTH
Our children.
TATEH
See them running down the beach
Children run so fast...
MOTHER
Toward the future...
TATEH
From the past.
MOTHER
How they dance.
Unembarrassed and alone
BOTH
Hearing music of their own,
Our children.
TATEH
One so fair,
MOTHER
And the other, lithe and dark
BOTH
Solemn joy and sudden spark
Our children
See them running down the beach
Children run so fast
Toward the future
From the past
There they stand,
Making footprints in the sand
And forever, hand in hand
Our children.
Two small lives,
Silhouetted by the blue
One like me
And one like you
Our children.
Our children.
MOTHER
Well.
TATEH
You say that often. "Well".
MOTHER
It's because I don't know what to say, Baron.
TATEH
I'm not a Baron, of course. I'm a poor immigrant, a Jew, who points a camera so that his child can dress as beautifully as a princess. I want to drive from her memory every tenement stench and filthy immigrant street. I will buy her light and sun and clean wind of the ocean for the rest of her life. Now you know me. Now you understand. I am no Baron. I am Tateh.
MOTHER
Now I know even less what to say.
TATEH
Now it's my turn: Well.
MOTHER
Thank you for your confidence. I shall keep it here.
(MOTHER puts her hand to her heart.)
(Harlem, late at night. YOUNGER BROTHER has been trying to find COALHOUSE, but is met by hostility from the community. COALHOUSE appears in the shadows, and signals to one of his MEN to bring YOUNGER BROTHER to him. COALHOUSE remains onstage as they exit.)
10. HARLEM NIGHTCLUB
(Loud rag piano comes out of a club. Carefree men come onto the street, laughing, dancing. One stays behind, joined by a young woman. COALHOUSE watches the young couple dance a romantic PAS DE DEUX and go off into the warm night. They remind COALHOUSE of the first night he met SARAH, and suddenly, magically, she is there.)
11. SARAH BROWN EYES
COALHOUSE
What's your name?
SARAH
Sarah.
COALHOUSE
I'm Coalhouse.
SARAH
I know.
COALHOUSE
There was no music in my heart tonight.
Melodies kept refusin' to flow
One look at you, now every note feels right
Comin' out all sweet and slow.
SARAH
You tell stories
Like your hands play tunes
COALHOUSE
Sweetest une I know
Is Sarah Brown Eyes
Don't be shy, now
Sarah Brown Eyes
Oughta take a chance
The stars are silver notes
Across that sky now
Sarah Brown Eyes.
Come, let's dance.
SARAH
I never heard no music
Quite like yours
Where'd you learn
How to play it that way?
Was I smart,
I'd walk right out those doors.
COALHOUSE
Then I've got to make you stay.
BOTH
Nothin' for it but a Ragtime tune
On that piano...
Sarah Brown Eyes
Don't be shy now
Sarah Brown Eyes
Oughta take a chance
The stars are silver notes
Across that sky now
Sarah Brown Eyes.
Come, let's dance.
(They dance without touching.)
BOTH
Silver notes
Across that sky now
Sarah Brown Eyes.
Come, let's
SARAH
Dance.
(His vision of SARAH melts away as COALHOUSE returns to reality.)
12. HE WANTED TO SAY
(COALHOUSE and his MEN seem to be waiting for something. One of the FOLLOWERS begns to whistle.)
COALHOUSE
I said, no music.
COALHOUSE FOLLOWER
He's here.
COALHOUSE
Bring him in.
(YOUNGER BROTHER is led in, blindfolded. The blindfold is removed.)
COALHOUSE
What is it you want?
YOUNGER BROTHER (flustered, there is so much he wants to say)
I...I...I want to...I know that if...
(EMMA appears magically at the side of the stage.)
EMMA
He wanted to say:
I am here because I have to be.
He wanted to say:
I am here for what is right.
Every day I wake up knowing
What you've lost and what is owing
I would shed this skin if I could
To stand with you and fight.
He wanted to say:
YOUNGER BROTHER
I am not who I appear to be.
EMMA
He wanted to say:
YOUNGER BROTHER
Do not blame me for my past.
BOTH
We have different lives and faces
But our hearts have common places
This was deep inside me
And you helped me find it at last
EMMA
Two men meeting
For a moment in the darkness
COALHOUSE
One turning from...
YOUNGER BROTHER
One waking to...
ALL THREE
...America!
Two men finding
For a moment in the darkness...
YOUNGER BROTHER & COALHOUSE
They're the same.
EMMA
They're the same.
COALHOUSE'S MEN
He wanted to say:
COALHOUSE
How I envy you your innocence.
EMMA & COALHOUSE'S MEN
He wanted to say:
YOUNGER BROTHER
By your side I could be brave
If there's such a thing as justice
Let me help you find your justice
This I do for you and for Sarah
Who lies in her grave...
EMMA & MEN
But all he said was...
YOUNGER BROTHER
I know how to blow things up.
EMMA, COALHOUSE'S MEN
Two men meeting
For a moment
In the darkness
For a moment
In the darkness.
(As COALHOUSE and YOUNGER BROTHER shake hands, there is an enormous explosion, very present, very terrifying. And suddenly we are on the Boardwalk. FATHER approaches MOTHER and tells her that he must return to New York. COALHOUSE and his MEN have taken over the Morgan Library and are threatening to blow it up. FATHER tells MOTHER that once the situation is resolved, everything will be the way it was before. But MOTHER vows she will never relinquish COALHOUSE'S child. Things will never be the same. FATHER exits.)
13. BACK TO BEFORE
MOTHER
There was a time
Our happiness seemed neverending
I was so sure
That where we were heading was right
Life was a road
So certain and straight and unbending
Our little road
With never a cross road in sight
Back in the days
When we spoke in civilized voices
Women in white
And sturdy young men at the oar
Back in the days
When I let you make all my choices...
We can never go back to before
There was a time
My feet were so solidly planted
You'd sail away
While I turned my back to the sea
I was content,
A princess asleep and enchanted
If I had dreams
Then I let you dream them for me
Back in the days
When everything seemed so much clearer
Women in white
Who knew what their lives held in store
Where are they now,
Those women who stared from the mirror?
We can never go back to before.
There are people out there
Unafraid of revealing
That they might have a feeling
Or they might have been wrong
There are people out there
Unafraid to feel sorrow
Unafraid of tomorrow
Unafraid to be weak..
Unafraid to be strong!
There was a time
When you were the person in motion
I was your wife,
It never occured to want more
You were my sky
My moon and my stars and my ocean
We can never go back to before
We can never go back to before
14. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE
BOOKER T. WASHINTON
Coalhouse Walker's strategy of vengeance seemed to some the final proof of his insanity. Only a madman would shift the focus of his rage from Willie Conklin, a common bigot, to J.P. Morgan, the most uncommon and powerful man of his time.
(We are outside the impressive facade of the Morgan Library. A cluster of POLICE and REPORTERS, J.P. MORGAN trying to impress a flustered DISTRICT ATTORNEY CHARLES S. WHITMAN of the gravity of the situation, a thoroughly wretched WILLIE CONKLIN who is being made to repair COALHOUSE'S car, and FATHER. We see a vigil of HARLEM WOMEN with candles.)
WOMEN AT VIGIL
A day of peace.
A day of pride.
A day of justice.
We have been denied.
Let the new day dawn,
Oh, Lord, I pray!
WHITMAN (raises a megaphone)
Mr. Walker. This is This is District Attorney Charles S. Whitman. Do you hear me? I have Fire Chief Willie Conklin with me. He is restoring your car. Will you come out, sir?
WILLIE CONKLIN
You gonna let me be a martyr!
WHITMAN
Mr. Conklin will receive due process. You both will.
MORGAN
How much longer are you going to stand for this? Give him his car and then hang the savage!
WHITMAN
I'm doing my best, Mr. Morgan.
CONKLIN
This is a conspiracy of nigger lovers, that's all it is.
FATHER
Sir, if I might suggest.
WHITMAN
Who the hell are you?
FATHER
You sent for me. I know Mr. Walker and I believe there's one man he'll listen to.
Mr. Booker T. Washington.
VIGIL WOMEN
Justice! Ah!
(The focus now goes to WASHINGTON, as the people on the street move away. It should seem as if he has been admitted to the library, and is now addressing COALHOUSE directly.)
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON For the sum of my life I have lived in hope We might all be Christian brothers.  I have worked to persuade Every white-skinned man That he need not fear our race.  What has your selfish recklessness Cost us, We who work so hard to still The white man's hate. Look what you've done.
   VIGIL WOMEN Day of peace...    Day of pride...   Justice!  Justice!
WHITMAN
You are surrounded by militia. they are cutting off your water even as I speak.
J.P. MORGAN
Four Shakespeare folios! A Gutenburg bible on vellum.
The treasures of civilization are at stake!
EMMA GOLDMAN
I deplore the taking of human life, nut I applaud Mr. Walker's capture of the Morgan library.
His actions speak for all oppressed people.
It is the cry of revolution.
WILLIE CONKLIN
White people should be grateful for what I done!
J.P. MORGAN
You've got to do something!
VIGIL WOMEN
Justice!
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON
With guns and dynamite, you are destroying everything I have fought for, sir.
COALHOUSE
Despite the respect I have for you, Mr. Washington, you have come in vain.
WASHINGTON
Had you been ignorant of the tragic struggle of our people, I could have pitied you this adventure.
But you are a trained musician, an educated man.
COALHOUSE
It is true, sir. But I hope that I might suggest to you the solemn calculation of my mind.
We are both men of colour who insist on the truth of our manhood, and the respect it demands!
MEN, FATHER Hours passing by and Not a sign from Coalhouse! Hours passing by, The situation hopeless!  Hours passing by... Hours passing by...
WOMEN  Hours passing by and Not a sign from Coalhouse! Hours passing by, The situation hopeless!  Hours passing by...
WASHINGTON
Your situation is hopeless. And you will be responsible for the death of these young men.
COALHOUSE FOLLOWER #1
Don't listen to him, Coalhouse.
COALHOUSE FOLLOWER #2
They're using him to get to you.
COALHOUSE FOLLOWER #3
We're not giving up.
WASHINGTON
And you dare to teach your lessons
To these wild, unthinking youths.
Yet your own son, you abandon
To be raised on white men's truths.
Look what you've done.
Think of your son.
SARAH (offstage)
Oooh...
WASHINGTON
Is this the legacy you would bestow upon him? Are these the shoulders you would have him stand upon? Let him be the son of a man who had the courage to tell the truth in a court of law. Make your case, and if the verdict is death, go to it proudly, knowing that you have been heard. The truth is all. If you do this, you will have the thanks and respect of every decent man of colour and of all those children of our race whose way is hard and whose journey is long.
Think of your son.
COALHOUSE
I would need a hostage and safe passage for my men.
WASHINGTON
It is done.
YOUNGER BROTHER
You can't change your demands. You are betraying us. You said we would all go free or we all would die!
COALHOUSE
And the promise of a fair trial.
YOUNGER BROTHER
No!
WASHINGTON
You have my word. I am their mediator, sir, not their fool.
COALHOUSE
Then they will see me come out with my hands raised, and no further harm will come to any man from Coalhouse Walker, Jr.
WASHINGTON
God bless you sir.
(WASHINGTON and COALHOUSE shake hands. WASHINGTON exits. The FOLLOWERS and YOUNGER BROTHER surround COALHOUSE in furious agitation.)
FOLLOWER #1
You said we'd fight to the finish.
FOLLOWER #2
Yeah, you can go out there, man. We ain't.
FOLLOWER #3
We're all ready to die as Coalhouse.
FOLLOWER (leaping toward the detonator)
Push the plunger! Blow it all up!
COALHOUSE & HIS MEN
Nooo!
(FATHER is admitted to the Library to act as the MEN'S hostage. But they refuse to leave.)
FOLLOWER
We're not going. You've lost, Coalhouse. We've all lost.
COALHOUSE
I don't believe that.
15. MAKE THEM HEAR YOU
Go out and tell our story
Let it echo far and wide
Make them hear you
Make them hear you
How justice was our battle
And how justice was denied
Make them hear you
Make them hear you
And say to those who blame us
For the way we chose to fight
That sometimes there are battles
Which are more than black or white
And I could not put down my sword
When justice was my right
Make them hear you.
Go out and tell our story
To your daughters and your sons
Make them hear you
Make them hear you
And tell them, in our struggle
We were not the only ones
Make them hear you
Make them hear you
Your sword can be a sermon
Or the power of the pen
Teach every child to raise his voice
And then, my brothers, then
Will justice be demanded
By ten million righteous men
Make them hear you
When they hear you,
I'll be near you
Again.
(COALHOUSE sends the MEN out, with YOUNGER BROTHER as the white hostage. "One white face looks just like another!" says COALHOUSE. FATHER remains inside. When they hear the MEN drive off in the Model T, COALHOUSE thanks FATHER for his kindness to SARAH and the baby. He goes to the doors, raises his hands and steps out into the glare of lights. There is a sharp burst of gunfire and a blackout.)

16. EPILOGUE: RAGTIME (reprise), WHEELS OF A DREAM (reprise)
(THE LITTLE BOY appears next to a small manual projector.)
THE LITTLE BOY
The era of Ragtime had run out, as if history were no more than a tune on a player piano. But we did not know that then.
(He turns the projector as a slow parade begins - a ghostly, silhouetted march of time: people of the past, people of the future.)
YOUNGER BROTHER
After Coalhouse Walker's death, Younger Brother drove south to Mexico, where he joined the great peasant revolutionary, Emiliano Zapata.
ALL
La la la la la
EMMA GOLDMAN
The signs of the coming World War were everywhere.
The anarchist Emma Goldman was arrested again, of course,
but this time she would be deported, as well.
ALL
Ooh ooh...
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON
Booker T. Washington's Tuskegee Institute became, in time, the capital of black America. When he died, flags were flown at half-mast. President and Mrs. Wilson attended his funeral.
ALL
La la la la la.
GRANDFATHER
Grandfather resided now in a cemetary. At last, peace and quiet!
EVELYN NESBIT
The passionate and beautiful Evelyn Nesbit would lose her looks and fall into obscurity. Whee!
HOUDINI
Harry Houdini was hanging upside down high over Times Square when the Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated in Sarajevo.
THE LITTLE BOY
Warn the Duke!
HOUDINI
A little boy's words suddenly rang clear to the great illusionist. It was the one genuine mystical experience of his life. But it was too late. The world was already at war.
FATHER
When the Lusitania was torpedoed by a U-boat off the Southwest coast of Ireland, twelve hundred men, women and children lost their lives, and among them, Father.
MOTHER
Mother wore black for a year. At the end of this time, Tateh proposed and she accepted. She adored him.
THE LITTLE BOY
They moved to California.
THE LITTLE GIRL
They were now a family.
THE LITTLE BOY
They felt blessed.
MOTHER
Coalhouse!
(A very small black child runs into her arms. He is COALHOUSE WALKER III. The children play.)
TATEH
One afternoon, watching his children play, Tateh had an idea for a movie:
a bunch of children, white, black Christian, Jew, rich, poor--all kinds--
a gang, a crazy gang getting into trouble, getting out of trouble, but together despite their differences.
He was sure it would make a wonderful movie--a dream of what this country could be.
He would be first in line to see it.
(COALHOUSE and SARAH appear.)
COALHOUSE
I see his face.
SARAH
I hear his heartbeat.
BOTH
I look in those eyes;
How wise they seem.
MOTHER, TATEH, COALHOUSE, SARAH & ALL (offstage)
Well, when he is old enough
I will show him America.
And he will ride...
Our son will ride...
On the wheels of a dream.


THE END