Culture and Power in the Work of Art in the Age of
All art is political. In tense, fractious times—similar our current moment—all fine art is political. Only even during those times when politics and the future of our country itself are non the source of abiding worry and anxiety, art is still political. Fine art lives in the world, and we exist in the globe, and we cannot create honest work about the earth in which we live without reflecting it. If the piece of work tells the truth, information technology will live on.
Public Enemy's "911 Is a Joke," George Orwell's 1984, Rodgers and Hammerstein'south whole damn catalog—all are political works that tell the truth.
Yes, Rodgers and Hammerstein. Consider The Sound of Music. It isn't just about climbing mountains and fording streams. Expect beyond the adorable von Trapp children: It's almost the looming existential threat of Nazism. No longer relevant? A GIF of Captain von Trapp tearing up a Nazi flag is something we see x times a day on Twitter, because all sorts of Nazis are out at that place again in 2019. Equally last spring'south searing Broadway revival of Oklahoma! revealed, lying underneath Hammerstein'due south elephant-eye-high corn and chirping birds is a lawless society condign itself, bending its rules and procedures based on who is considered function of the customs (Curly) and who is marginalized (poor Jud … seriously, poor Jud). Or consider your parents' favorite, South Pacific. At its heart, our hero, Nellie Forbush, must confront her ain internalized racism when she learns that the new love of her life has biracial children from a previous wedlock. Let your parents know if they forgot: Rodgers and Hammerstein musicals course the spine of Broadway'southward "golden historic period," and they also deeply engage with the politics of their era.
My first Broadway musical, In the Heights, is an example of how time tin reveal the politics inherent within a piece of art. When I began writing this musical, as a college project at Wesleyan University, it was an eighty-minute collegiate dear story with a promising mix of Latin music and hip-hop, but it was pretty sophomoric (which is appropriate; I was a sophomore). Subsequently college, I started from scratch with the director Thomas Kail and the playwright Quiara Alegría Hudes, and we shifted the testify's focus from the beloved story to Washington Heights, a neighborhood in Upper Manhattan where everyone is from everywhere. In the 20th century, Washington Heights was often habitation to the latest wave of immigrants. It was an Irish neighborhood; information technology was a Russian Jewish neighborhood (Yeshiva Academy is upwardly there). If y'all take the Dominican store sign downward yous'll see a sign for an Irish pub underneath it, and if you have that down you'll find Hebrew. Washington Heights was heavily Dominican when I was growing upward, and it remains so, with a vibrant Mexican and Latin American immigrant community equally well.
Equally we wrote about this Upper Manhattan community on the verge of change, we looked to our musical-theater forebears. In Cabaret, the upheaval facing the characters in Berlin is the rise of the Nazi Party. In Fiddler on the Roof, the town of Anatevka struggles to concur on to its traditions as the world changes around it, and the threat of pogroms looms. For our musical world, upheaval comes in the grade of gentrification. This is manifestly different from fascism and pogroms; it's not even in the same moral universe. How you brainstorm to dramatize something as subtle and multifaceted as gentrification poses some catchy questions. We threw our characters into the same dilemma faced by their real-life working-class counterparts: What do we practise when nosotros tin't afford to live in the place we've lived all our lives, especially when we are the ones who brand the neighborhood special and bonny to others? Each of the characters confronts this question differently: One sacrifices the family business to ensure his kid's educational time to come. Another relocates to the less expensive Bronx. Our narrator decides to stay, despite the odds, taking on the responsibility of telling this neighborhood's stories and carrying on its traditions.
We received great reviews. If critics had a common criticism, it was that the show, its contemporary music aside, was somehow old-fashioned or "sentimental." Gentrification, the businesses closing, the literal powerlessness equally the characters face a coma that affects only their neighborhood—these issues, always in that location in the material, didn't register with about theater critics in 2008. In the Heights was considered a hitting by Broadway standards. It didn't jump off the Arts page and into the national conversation like Hamilton would, simply we won some Tonys, recouped our investment, and had a wonderful three-twelvemonth run at the Richard Rodgers Theatre, where Hamilton at present lives. We posted our Broadway closing observe at the end of 2010.
What a departure 10 years makes.
Right now, Jon M. Chu is editing his feature-picture adaptation of In the Heights, which is scheduled to be released in June. Nosotros spent a joyous summertime shooting the film—on location, in our neighborhood—and issues that were ever inherent in the text now stand out in bold-faced blazon. Gentrification has rendered Lower Manhattan, Harlem, and much of Brooklyn unrecognizable to the previous generations that chosen those neighborhoods home. The East Village of Jonathan Larson'south Hire is nonexistent, lettered avenues however. And the narrative of immigrants coming to this land and making a better life for themselves—the backdrop of everything that happens in In the Heights, across three generations of stories—is somehow a radical narrative now.
Donald Trump came down the escalator to declare his presidential run, and in his showtime speech he demonized Mexicans: They're rapists; they're bringing drugs; they're not sending their best people. We young Latinos had idea of our parents and grandparents as the latest moving ridge making its home in this state, and we thought that we would be the next group to make this identify a ameliorate place, to testify again that the American dream wasn't but a figment of some propagandist's imagination. And now nosotros're in a different age when, for some, considering an immigrant a human existence is a radical political act.
Consider this rap, written 12 years ago and delivered by Sonny, In the Heights' youngest character, in a vocal called "96,000":
Your kids are living without a skilful edumacation,
Change the station, teach 'em about gentrification,
The rent is escalatin'
The rich are penetratin'
Nosotros pay our corporations when we should be demonstratin'
What about immigration?
Politicians be hatin'
Racism in this nation'due south gone from latent to breathy
It was always political. It was always there. Donald Trump made information technology even more true.
Trump uses linguistic communication to destroy empathy. He criminalizes the impulse and imperative to seek aviary, to seek a place to alive thousands of miles away considering the alternative at home is worse. Through his lens, these seekers are not people; they're "animals" or "bad hombres."
What artists can do is bring stories to the table that are unshakably true—the sort of stories that, once you've heard them, won't allow you return to what y'all thought before. I remember well-nigh the crisis on the border constantly. I think about the famous photo of a little daughter crying beside a Edge Patrol truck. That picture went viral considering it seemed to capture the horror of family unit separations. But it turned out that the daughter wasn't being separated from her mother—her mother had simply been ordered to put her girl down while she was searched by agents. The family was in distress, and the edge crisis was existent, but people used the details of this item incident to close themselves off from empathy. "Fake news," they said. A kid is crying for her mother, but that'southward non enough to keep people from pushing empathy away. I believe dandy fine art is like bypass surgery. It allows the states to get around all of the psychological distancing mechanisms that turn people cold to the most vulnerable amongst us.
At the terminate of the day, our job as artists is to tell the truth as we see it. If telling the truth is an inherently political deed, so be information technology. Times may change and politics may change, but if we do our best to tell the truth as specifically equally possible, time will reveal those truths and reverberate beyond the era in which nosotros created them. We go on revisiting Shakespeare's Macbeth considering ruthless political ambition does not vest to any particular era. Nosotros go along listening to Public Enemy because systemic racism continues to rain tragedy on communities of color. We read Orwell'southward 1984 and shiver at its diagnosis of doublethink, which nosotros come across coming out of the White House at this moment. And we listen to Rodgers and Hammerstein's South Pacific, as Lieutenant Cablevision sings about racism, "You've got to be advisedly taught." It's all art. Information technology'due south all political.
This article appears in the December 2019 print edition with the headline "What Art Tin can Practice "
Source: https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2019/12/lin-manuel-miranda-what-art-can-do/600787/
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