Comments from people who attended the Detroit performances: "The material below is what I sent by email to various friends, spontaneously after the performance: Oh, you've got to see "Forgotten," should you ever get the chance. . . . . .the small theater at Marygrove College was SRO with union activists. Made me feel like I was actually part of a labor movement, and gave me renewed respect for our ancestors in the struggle. . . I'm so glad I got to see "Forgotten." What a show! I was on the bus chartered by the Clerical Technical Union of MSU, along with members of UAW Locals 652 and 602. People couldn't say enough about the play afterward. The bus was just buzzing. I abhor most standing ovations because they've become pro forma, de rigueur, and all that. So I usually stay seated. But I knew, before "Forgotten" was done, that I'd be standing for it. That was a well-deserved ovation. Thanks for bringing this story to life for us. It was refreshing to see a performance with social impact, something about working-class history. I knew some of the history, but the story of the Bradfords was new to me. One of the things we talked about on the bus was that this is not ancient history; people are still dying in the union struggle around the world." "We were so very fortunate to have been able to see the wonderful production the 'Forgotten' this past Saturday. It was so very moving, and held true to history. It was one of the very best productions I've ever seen! The audience contained many that give their lives today to support the common worker, as well as some of the Bradford family and Mr. and Mrs. David Bonair. "I just wanted to thank each of you for joining me on Sunday. I know
there were several of us who where convinced that our departed spouses were
also there in spirit. . . And we KNOW they were
smiling, because their stories were being told. "Forgotten" is such
a fine, fine gift to their memories, to the working people of Detroit and to
those of us who still believe that struggling for a better world is the
greatest of vocations. And how better to celebrate such aspirations than with
truly fine music which lyrically and rhythmically tells an heroic and true
story. Oh my, how it captured my heart. And didn't you just feel proud that
Detroit has so many talented folks - from our dear friend Kae in that
wonderful chorus, to Bill (he was the music director who was also on
keyboards) to Elyse (the powerhouse in red and black who introduced
the performance)." "The story line lovingly and tenderly presents Ella and Lewis's undying love reinforced by their common faith, their love and concern for their family, their visions, but stressed Lewis's unfettered commitment to Peace, God and human potential set against Ella's maternal responsibilities like rent and food and her anxiety for Lewis's safety. On the global scale the story is an epic describing the genius we have for invention, for organization, for improving the lives of everyone - but inevitably diminished by the evil of greed, lust for power, hatred and corruption (portrayed by images of Henry Ford, Father Coughlin, and Harry Bennett). Bound together by hunger, illness, misery, contempt and murder, the repressed move unsteadily toward a better society. Each of the three performances was sold out, standing room only. The music, the lyric, the portrayals were emotional; Ella Bradford had many of the audience wiping tears from their eyes. It was a grand weekend and I'm thrilled to have been part of it. . .to be in a community of generally unself-centered, informed believers
in the interconnectedness of mankind." "I apologize that it's taken me so long to tell you in writing how fabulous and ground-breaking your show was in Detroit. Wowy zowy! Yes, I had no socks by the time I left!! Such good, good work and so wonderfully creative. Really inspiring and it also really spoke to the heart. One of my favorite moments was the song about guns, religion and money. . .Brilliant! Anyway, what a beautiful integration of music and politics." Comments posted with permission of the authors.
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