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Jago`s monologue

by  Elizabeth

Posted: Thursday, April 14, 2005
Word Count: 607
Summary: I wrote this as part of an Ou course on playwriting. Please note that Jago is a deliberate inversion of the "Iago" character from Sh's "Othello"!
Related Works: Bella • 



JAGO'S 2ND MONOLOGUE:


<Beware, Master! A black ram is tupping your white ewe>


Remember that line?

The old "Swan of Avon" wrote that.

See, we Blacks ain't all "ignorant savages" like you White folks seem to think.

Like a bit of old Shaky, me!

No, not that t**t "Shakin' Stevens", neither. Another talentless white b*****d!

Yeah, but he's WHITE, so what the F**K!.....shower him with cash and praise and admiration, whydoncha???
But if he was Black...man, that'd be quite a different story......

Why do I hate Whites?

What they ever done to me?

I'll tell ya what they've done to me:

When I was a little kid, right, my ma had to go "on the game" cos she needed money to keep me in shoes for my chilblained feet.....

Ma was a beautiful woman....I mean, REALLY beautiful, so she done quite well, moneywise....Kept us alive, anyways, and no need to go askin' the whiteman for handouts an' time to pay the rent on our stinkin' flat....only place they'd take "blacks, dogs and irish" in that neighbourhood, see!

Ma used to try to work on the streets: in cars, up alleys...didn't want me seein' her "at work", you understand?

One night, tho'....I'd been ailin' an' grizzlin' all day, so ma didn't want to leave me alone, like she usually had to-well, who'd baby-sit for a Black, French-speaking whore?-

But we also needed cash ....rent due again: landlord makin' threats he'd put us BOTH on the streets if she didn't pay up.......

Think he might've also been her Pimp, lookin' back, an' I was growin' into a fine young blood for the Meat Market trade, so......

So Ma broke her rule an' brought a punter back....big white guy....funny accent....later realised it had been Mississippi Delta-guy was a real "redneck"...a real "Good Ole Boy".....

So, after he'd had my Ma-back door and front-he took out a big penknife he had and scored her back....Three letters he cut into it....K.K.K.

Ma was screamin' an' screamin'...bleedin' an bleedin'.....I wanted to help, but I was frozen there, inside the wardrobe where she'd pushed me when she first opened the door...before she brought her trick inside.....

Guy got pretty p***** with her, all her cryin' an' all...only wanted to "teach her a lesson", he said.-For what???-I wondered- what did my sweet Mamma do to this guy to make him want to hurt her so???

Shut up, you black bitch!!! he screamed at her, as she lay there on that dirty bed, all shakin' an crumpled an' bleedin'.......

"Shut the hell up or I'll kill ya!!"

She didn't.

He did.

Then he picked up his knife, wiped it on the bedclothes an' ran.
I didn' follow.
I couldn'.

When I did, finally, get the strength back I knelt by my dead Mamma an' held her han' an kissed her.

For a long time.

Then I run out in the streets, screamin an' bloody!....
eventually a cop took me back inside, checked out my Mamma....
"Another tom dead," he said into his little radio. "Yup, signs of violence, no drugs I can see....Got a kid here...send Social services too will ya? Kid seems to be on his own here."

Then that white policeman pulled me away from my sweet Mamma an' I never saw her again. They took me to a "home"
an' they beat me for cryin' for my Mamma in the night, an' for bein' the black b*****d son of a whorin' black bitch who deserved to have her sweet flesh all cut up an' mutilated an' tore, because she sold herself to men for a livin'....

THAT is why I hate white people.