[…] But the deafening din crackled with the spirit of a communal rally. The musical’s full-throated affirmation of diversity, inclusion and tolerance has taken on new urgency now that these values have fallen under sharp attack. “Hamilton” has become part of the resistance.
Parts civics class, part hip-hop extravaganza, part town hall, the show celebrates in rapping flow the ideals our Founding Fathers battled to define and defend nearly 2½ centuries ago — ideals that are still being vociferously fought over today.
The never-ending project of forming a “more perfect Union,” as the Preamble to the Constitution puts it, is what separates “Hamilton” from the other 21st century Broadway juggernauts (“The Producers,” “Wicked,” “The Book of Mormon”) that have given theater a sugar rush of popularity.
Hamilton and Lafayette’s high-five moment on the battlefield acknowledging the contribution of immigrants to the cause of freedom (“We get the job done”) has been provoking thunderous applause since the show’s off-Broadway start at the Public Theater in 2015. But the cheers at the SHN Orpheum were tinged with the ironic recognition of President Trump’s immigrant-phobic policies and proposals. In loudly endorsing the sentiment of the characters, the audience seemed to be rooting on its own activism and dissent.
Similarly, the song “History Has Its Eyes on You” takes on an even more mournful resonance than before. The image of George Washington shouldering with grave dignity his responsibilities as leader of the burgeoning democracy stands in stark contrast to the partisan shenanigans going on in Washington today. History not only has its eyes on us but it also helps us to see how far we are falling short.
“Hamilton” simultaneously highlights some of very real strides that have been made in the struggle for liberty and equality. The musical’s multicultural cast, portraying seminal figures in the story of America’s founding, is part of the show’s progressive message.
I’ll have more to say about the virtuoso spell of Joshua Henry’s Aaron Burr, the swaggering vigor of Emmy Raver-Lampman’s Angelica Schuyler and the intelligent if somewhat muted presence of Michael Luwoye’s Hamilton when the production opens in L.A. But the kinetic charge of the show comes in large part from the teamwork of this diverse and dynamic ensemble.
“Hamilton” is a generational phenomenon, a box office sensation that has been critically hailed for its groundbreaking style. The only Broadway musical in the last 25 years that remotely compares to it in terms of cultural impact is “Rent,” but Miranda’s masterpiece has a wider reach. Not many shows can claim former Vice President Dick Cheney and Jay Z as fans.
The New York company’s controversial curtain call speech to then-Vice President-elect Mike Pence, who caught the show after the election, may have provoked twitter thunderbolts from Trump, but “Hamilton” is open to all who uphold bedrock democratic principles. No American musical understands better the ideological combat that goes into governing. Patriots from both sides of the aisle have sung the show’s praises. […]
“I don’t have much time left… You need to promise me this, I beg
you. I did my best to build you and now you’re more than just a robot. I
made you so well that I can’t even call you my experiment anymore
because it just doesn’t feel right,” the man sniffed,
trying not to cry. He felt a warm, human-like touch on his shoulder
when the robot boy placed his hand on it.
“Please, I will do anything, Mr Father.” His voice was soft and
calm. It almost carried real feelings but of course robots couldn’t feel
emotions. This one was special though. He could experience something
similar to actual human feelings, thanks to a
certain file in his programme called LOVE.exe.
“Promise me that you will protect my little daughter at all costs.
When I’m gone, you have to be her brother, her father, her hero… Don’t
let her cry and be everything I couldn’t because I spent her childhood
making robots in this basement. I lost her
mother because of my foolish project but I can’t lose my girl. I don’t
know if I will ever come back home. I don’t know if they let me see you
“I promise. She will feel like home. It is her home anyway.”
The silent treatment. That’s what I’ve been receiving for the past week. I don’t know why, but Cisco has been avoiding me. Ever since our mission last Monday, he and Barry have been very sneaky and secretive. Is it something I did? Do they think one of our new teammates is a bad guy, like Hunter or Julian?
Whatever it is, they need to cut it out. When we are together in a room, Cisco will only look at me. He says nothing to me directly anymore. Which is a problem. Not only because he has skipped Taco Tuesday, Movie Wednesday, and Furious Friday, but we are partners.
When Barry is gone, or needs help with an overrun of rogues, me and Cisco go out as Vibe and the (SHN). We have the best compatibility when it comes to crime fighting, so we always do it together. But this past week, we’ve had to call Barry off of a date because of this funk. But still, nobody has told me what’s going on.
If it effect’s crime fighting, is it still important to keep it a secret?
When lives are at stake?
I guess so.
I’ve tried to get it out of everyone, but it seems only Cisco and Barry know what’s going on with him. And even though me and Barry go way back, he is a pain in the ass to get info from. It was mainly me, talking to him, as if he were a brick wall.
So when I got the text from Cisco this morning, it took me a while to respond. I was pretty pissed that he missed our meetups, and messed with saving people. But at the same time, I can’t deny that I miss his soft smiles or his nice, beautiful curls. His wanderlust gaze whenever he looks at me. His funny and awesome shirts. His references. Him.
I miss Cisco.
So here I am, standing in the console room, waiting for him. I sit in my spin chair, and twirl around, going so fast, that the world around me blends together. I stop when I hear,
“Hey (YN).” I stand up, and wobble in the beginning, but righting myself.
“Yeah, Cisco? What’s up?” He looks a little nervous, but a nice smile is still gracing his lips. Cisco walks around the center computers, coming to stand in front of me, and handing me a basket he was holding.
The basket had a flower arrangement, with all the flowers assorted around the movie, The Princess Bride.
Both me and Cisco love the movie, but for whatever reason, we haven’t watched it together. I think I recall him once saying that he only used it for himself, and romantic reasons.
“Well, The Princess Bride is an amazing reason to avoid someone.” His smile faultered, but his eyes still shined with hope.
“I know I’ve been avoiding you, but I didn’t know how to do this. I first went to Barry with something that was super over the top. It included fire, and flying guys- it was intense. It took a whole week to think of this, but I think it’s perfect. Because you’re perfect, and that’s all you deserve.” I blush.
Wow, that really makes up for missing Taco Tuesday.
“Cisco, what are you talking about?”
“You and me, going to the roof of my building, and projecting the best movie ever made. As a date. With food, wine, and fancy candles.” I don’t say anything, totally speechless. I have been waiting for this moment for a while.
I think he takes it the wrong way though,
“Or we could just be friends.”
“No! Ha, no. I just… Wow. Yes, I would love to go on a date with you Cisco.” I think the smile on his face is the biggest one I’ve ever seen.
“I will have everything set up, so don’t bring anything!” He turns to walk out of the room, “Be there at eight!” I smile, and only one response come to mind,