The gap between privilege and its absence gets bigger by the day, and in contemporary discourse it's considered revolutionary (or at least rude) to point that out. But as long as we're talking about the 17th Century, or the go-go 90s, or even 2004, it's safe to speak the truth.
"Maybe subliminal is the way to sneak it in. In the whole mixture of things, the best way to get the message across is through art. In my deepest intuition, I know art is the way to get it done," says Samantha Shane, co-founder of A Red Lipped Rebellion.
With a minimum of Neil LaBute's provocative, poetic potty mouth, his new play, "The Break of Noon," opens with the sole survivor of an office massacre wrapped in a blanket, his ankle sheathed in a blood soaked cloth.