This is August Wilson's last play in his impressive cycle of ten, documenting life in twentieth century America, particularly for African Americans. If you've never read a play, read this play. It's a reflection, or perhaps a reaction, to A Raisin in the Sun. (Read that, too). And go watch that Whole Foods parking lot bit. This is, too often, gentrification. A word that's not necessarily "dirty," but can be. We're in Pittsburg, and Harmond Wilks just inherited a real estate agency from his father; and he's running for office: to be the first black mayor. His wife and friends have big plans: big ideas. But, like most people in the world, (and maybe especially politicians), there's a past. How can there not be? The kind of past that shouldn't really be difficult to move on from; but somehow these things tend to grow, and reflect something worse than what is really there. It's the nineties in this play--that seems significant to remember. It's not the sixties. But then, it's 2012 now, and this play might force you to take a look around your own neighborhood; ask yourself some key questions about what needs to be "improved."
(If you're in the Indianapolis area, this play is being performed at the IRT)