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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... 
  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. 
  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!! 
  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 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 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! 
  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 
  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, MOTHER & COALHOUSE So they beat her And beat her and beat her and...  
  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.)  
  ALL HARLEM WOMEN Don't know anything (to each other) And I wouldn't tell those peckerwoods Even if I did! 
  (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 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... 
  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.)  
  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! 
  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 |  | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||