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Always Eighteen
AhmedTrials of a One Eyed Man
June 13th 2008 08:56
ACT I. A post office. Noon. A one eyed man is in line to post a letter.
Rude man: Haha, you’re a Cyclops.
Exeunt, rude man.
Woman: My god! That man was so rude.
One Eyed Man: OH pay him no heed.
Woman: No! I cannot bear it! To think he’d treat you as a lesser.
One Eyed Man: That’s very kind of you to be so concerned. Thank you.
Woman: Oh… you poor man… to find kindness so rewarding… you must have suffered dearly at the hands of fools… Come, I have a friend for you to meet…
One Eyed Man: Thank you but I’m afraid I need to post this letter.
Woman: Please come, come along…
One Eyed Man: I just need to post this letter…
Woman: Has fate bee n so cruel to you that you can find no joy in the company of others? Aye me!
One Eyed Man: I just need to…
Woman: I shan’t hear it! Come!
The woman grips our dear protagonist by the hand and leads him to another woman.
Woman: Oh, Elise, this is my new friend, the visually impaired man.
Elise: How do you do sir.
One Eyed Man: Well I was hoping just to post a letter, but I can’t get time to myself…
Elise: Oh! To not be left alone? Oh dear woe sir! How you must suffer…
One Eyed Man: Actually I think there’s a gap in the queue…
Elise: No, sir please! Wait one moment. I see this whole Post office is situated on the LEFT side. However the eye you lack in on your LEFT. This way, you cannot even see the queue! How cruel! How inconsiderate!
One Eyed Man: I can still turn my head…
Woman: Oh but sir, why SHOULD you? Why ought you be forced to put more toil and effort into your everyday activities, just for the sake of a small difference between you and the normal people?
One Eyed Man: Look if we’re all done…
Elise: Oh but we’re not! There is much to be done! We must seek true justice for your kind…
One Eyed Man: I’m sure justice can wait…
Elise: Give me one second…
Exeunt Elise; Outside to make a phone-call.
One Eyed Man: Look, this is all very nice that people care so much, but I really don’t want the help. I just want a normal, pleasant life. And right now, I just want to send a letter!
Woman: That’s all you want?
One Eyed Man: Yes!
Woman: You want for so little… and yet the cruel world sees fit to deny you of the very basic rights of man.
One Eyed Man: What? No! It’s not the world, it’s you, you mad bitch!
The woman touches our protagonist on the arm, gently.
Woman: I understand your anger. But you have to realise; I am not the enemy.
Enter: Elise with Angry Mob.
Elise: I just got off the phone to Michael from the Bay chapter of the People Against Discrimination! They want to represent your cause…
One Eyed Man: I don’t want a cause, I want a stamp!
Elise: A Stamp!
Woman: Stamp out discrimination!
Angry Mob: Stamp out Discrimination! Stamp out Discrimination!
Our protagonists tries to run but is taken away by the ruthless mob.
ACT II. An office. Various do gooders, Michael their leader and a photographer surround our increasingly frazzled protagonist.
Michael: It’s so good to have you here.
One Eyed Man: It really isn’t.
Photographer: Could you please give us a sad look?
Our protagonist, not entirely intentionally, does just this, and the photo is taken.
Michael: You will be the face of our campaign! No more will you be taunted, nor reminded of the fact you are a gigantic freak!
One Eyed Man: I’m not a gigantic freak!
Mob: Hooray!
One Eyed Man: Look, this is terribly decent of you all, but I just want to post a bloody letter!
Michael: There’s no time for such nonsense! We’ve only just submitted the petition!
One eyed Man: What?
Michael: (Reads) We the people call for the immediate removal of all the following words from the media of television and radio, and consider the calling of another by these terms, hate crimes; Cyclops, one-eye, half-see, Semi-sight, Winky, two face, Little Winky one eye…
One Eyed Man: I don’t WANT these banned!
Michael: Just because you’ve been raised to understand yourself as a lesser does not give others the right to treat you as one!
One Eyed Man: I just want to post a letter!
A phone rings and Michael answers.
Michael: VICTORY!
There is a rustle at the window and another angry mob appears.
Angry Mob: WHAT DO WE WANT?
FREEDOM OF SPEECH!
WHEN DO WE WANT IT?
NOW?
Angry mob man: How dare you Communist One-eye Cyclops bastards take away our rights!
One Eyed Man: I just want a letter posted!
Angry Mob Man: Post this, you swine!
Angry mob man pulls out a gun and shoots our tragic protagonist. He dies.
The cast are lost in the fog light, and a narrator emerges.
Narrator: And so, the pattern of discrimination in society continues, caustic and vicious, degrading our very species. But there will always be heroes such as the one eyed man, fighting against discrimination; and if nothing else will touch your heart, come to the Great Museum, to see the very letter of he whose only wish, was to be recognised as a human being, despite the freakish lack of his right eyeball…
END.
Rude man: Haha, you’re a Cyclops.
Exeunt, rude man.
Woman: My god! That man was so rude.
One Eyed Man: OH pay him no heed.
Woman: No! I cannot bear it! To think he’d treat you as a lesser.
One Eyed Man: That’s very kind of you to be so concerned. Thank you.
Woman: Oh… you poor man… to find kindness so rewarding… you must have suffered dearly at the hands of fools… Come, I have a friend for you to meet…
One Eyed Man: Thank you but I’m afraid I need to post this letter.
Woman: Please come, come along…
One Eyed Man: I just need to post this letter…
Woman: Has fate bee n so cruel to you that you can find no joy in the company of others? Aye me!
One Eyed Man: I just need to…
Woman: I shan’t hear it! Come!
The woman grips our dear protagonist by the hand and leads him to another woman.
Woman: Oh, Elise, this is my new friend, the visually impaired man.
Elise: How do you do sir.
One Eyed Man: Well I was hoping just to post a letter, but I can’t get time to myself…
Elise: Oh! To not be left alone? Oh dear woe sir! How you must suffer…
One Eyed Man: Actually I think there’s a gap in the queue…
Elise: No, sir please! Wait one moment. I see this whole Post office is situated on the LEFT side. However the eye you lack in on your LEFT. This way, you cannot even see the queue! How cruel! How inconsiderate!
One Eyed Man: I can still turn my head…
Woman: Oh but sir, why SHOULD you? Why ought you be forced to put more toil and effort into your everyday activities, just for the sake of a small difference between you and the normal people?
One Eyed Man: Look if we’re all done…
Elise: Oh but we’re not! There is much to be done! We must seek true justice for your kind…
One Eyed Man: I’m sure justice can wait…
Elise: Give me one second…
Exeunt Elise; Outside to make a phone-call.
One Eyed Man: Look, this is all very nice that people care so much, but I really don’t want the help. I just want a normal, pleasant life. And right now, I just want to send a letter!
Woman: That’s all you want?
One Eyed Man: Yes!
Woman: You want for so little… and yet the cruel world sees fit to deny you of the very basic rights of man.
One Eyed Man: What? No! It’s not the world, it’s you, you mad bitch!
The woman touches our protagonist on the arm, gently.
Woman: I understand your anger. But you have to realise; I am not the enemy.
Enter: Elise with Angry Mob.
Elise: I just got off the phone to Michael from the Bay chapter of the People Against Discrimination! They want to represent your cause…
One Eyed Man: I don’t want a cause, I want a stamp!
Elise: A Stamp!
Woman: Stamp out discrimination!
Angry Mob: Stamp out Discrimination! Stamp out Discrimination!
Our protagonists tries to run but is taken away by the ruthless mob.
On a Side note, 100 bonus points to whoever names this dude and tells me why he's famous
ACT II. An office. Various do gooders, Michael their leader and a photographer surround our increasingly frazzled protagonist.
Michael: It’s so good to have you here.
One Eyed Man: It really isn’t.
Photographer: Could you please give us a sad look?
Our protagonist, not entirely intentionally, does just this, and the photo is taken.
Michael: You will be the face of our campaign! No more will you be taunted, nor reminded of the fact you are a gigantic freak!
One Eyed Man: I’m not a gigantic freak!
Mob: Hooray!
One Eyed Man: Look, this is terribly decent of you all, but I just want to post a bloody letter!
Michael: There’s no time for such nonsense! We’ve only just submitted the petition!
One eyed Man: What?
Michael: (Reads) We the people call for the immediate removal of all the following words from the media of television and radio, and consider the calling of another by these terms, hate crimes; Cyclops, one-eye, half-see, Semi-sight, Winky, two face, Little Winky one eye…
One Eyed Man: I don’t WANT these banned!
Michael: Just because you’ve been raised to understand yourself as a lesser does not give others the right to treat you as one!
One Eyed Man: I just want to post a letter!
A phone rings and Michael answers.
Michael: VICTORY!
There is a rustle at the window and another angry mob appears.
Angry Mob: WHAT DO WE WANT?
FREEDOM OF SPEECH!
WHEN DO WE WANT IT?
NOW?
Angry mob man: How dare you Communist One-eye Cyclops bastards take away our rights!
One Eyed Man: I just want a letter posted!
Angry Mob Man: Post this, you swine!
Angry mob man pulls out a gun and shoots our tragic protagonist. He dies.
The cast are lost in the fog light, and a narrator emerges.
Narrator: And so, the pattern of discrimination in society continues, caustic and vicious, degrading our very species. But there will always be heroes such as the one eyed man, fighting against discrimination; and if nothing else will touch your heart, come to the Great Museum, to see the very letter of he whose only wish, was to be recognised as a human being, despite the freakish lack of his right eyeball…
END.
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Comment by jimiffondu
He was Minister of Defense during the 1967 and 1973 wars, and personally oversaw the colonization of East Jerusalem.
He was also a renowned thief, and would frequently enter archaeological sites captured during battle and loot them before the officials from the Antiquities Board could show up. Following his death, his collection of artefacts was then *sold* to the State of Israel, regardless of where they had been plundered from.
He had also been a 'fighter' with the Haganah, an armed extremist Jewish militant group, which sought to overthrow the British mandate of Palestine and establish the state of Israel. As an example of British duplicity in the Middle East, Dayan was released from prison when the Haganah offered to support British troop during the second world war.
I'd like to claim my 100 bonus points, please...
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jimiffondu...i am in awe...of your name as well as your knowledge...
p.s i like the inverted commas around 'defense'...
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Not that there's anything wrong with that.
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I'm also writing a regular editorial column for jamsbio.com - and I run www.newfreeradical.net...
OK, I think that's enough pimping for now... I'm off to read some more of your posts - and to make fun of right-wing bloggers!
I liked your play, by the way, but I think the ending could be less direct... How about Angry Mob Man punches protagonist in the non-affected eye, blinding him, causing him to drop his letter, and sending him headfirst into the franking machine, where, ironically, his (decapitated?) head receives a stamp and is automatically mailed to a member of the Reader's Digest mailing list...
hmm... maybe that needs some more work...
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