Home Field Advantage Doesn’t Hurt An Excellent “Doubt”

Michael Oaks and Therese Diekhans in Theatre9/12’s production of Doubt by John Patrick Shanley
(Photo: Michael Brunk/nwlens.com)

When John Patrick Shanley’s Doubt opened on Broadway in 2005, it felt politically charged. The title itself suggested a critique of the self-assurance that defined the era’s political leadership.

Beneath that title lay a story that played off contemporary fixation on pedophilia in the priesthood in the comforting context of the civil rights era. That comfort was all the more palpable as the release of the film adaptation came along — we had just elected our first black president and, some suggested, initiated a post-racial era.

Context still makes an impact on this play, and Theatre9/12’s production (through August 4) takes advantage of that to varying degrees of efficacy. More impressive, however, is that the play, and this production’s, powers are not so much dependent on context as enhanced by it. Were these fine actors to perform this excellent script before an audience in a void the impact would be as strong.

The script reaches back to Shanley’s roots growing up Catholic in the Bronx in the ’60s. It centers on Sister James (Kate Alden) a naïve young nun in love with teaching who finds herself caught up in a power struggle. The school principal, Sister Aloysius (Therese Diekhans), is certain that a beloved parish priest, Father Flynn (Michael Oaks) is a pedophile despite a complete lack of evidence. Aloysius asks James for that evidence so she may make her accusation.

James is left cowed and off-balance by this request. However she soon reports signs that raise questions about a meeting between Father Flynn and the school’s first black student, though they are far from proof of anything.

The politics are complicated. In addition to tangling with pedophilia and racism, Shanley also gets into issues of gender politics within and beyond the church. The women of the play work around the system, making hard choices to achieve their ends. The sisters do so in the face of the male-dominated church hierarchy. Mrs. Muller (Rachel Pate), mother of Father Flynn’s alleged victim, fights to protect her son from his abusive father and the racist and homophobic world beyond.

Theatre9/12’s production evokes the prevailing national politics suggested by the script with walls of alternating red and blue panels. While this actor-funded shoestring company’s sets are never a draw, this choice adds less to the production’s emotional and intellectual impact than, by its roughness, it subtracts. The best parts of the set derive from Theatre9/12’s location. The community hall of Trinity Parish Episcopal Church may be the ideal venue for this play. If not for the furnishings, this theatre’s house would feel more like the setting than the stage.

About two-thirds of the way through the evening, the material qualities of this production fade from view and the characters take over. Shanley makes it impossible for an impartial audience to come to any conclusion, while tying our sympathies to characters whose actions may be abhorrent. This creates a perfect kind of drama that feels completely authentic and complex. The conflict is as much within us as audience as it is between the characters on stage.

Of course such an achievement would be less likely without this cast’s excellent acting under the guidance of Charles Waxberg. There is no stand-out in this finely balanced ensemble. Though Oaks’s opening monologue/homily was rushed at a recent performance, he quickly settled into Father Flynn’s natural, yet fragile ease.

Oaks is the only actor who speaks with a Bronx accent and does so naturally. This emphasizes his connection to the laity, a relationship emphasized when Pate enters with the sound of the black migration north in her voice. These are characters who live in the world and not apart from it. Even these sisters, who live such fully cloistered lives, live them with such commitment that the environment of Doubt comes to us even when played on its home turf.

Oahu’s September Aloha Festivals are for Visitors, Too

From September 12 to the 28th, visitors to Oahu can soak up more than sun and mai tais as, along with native Hawaiians, they join in the Aloha Festivals. “Moana Nui Ākea” means “celebrate ocean voyaging,” according to the site — that’s the theme of this year’s two-week span of festivities that begins with the Royal Court Investiture at Hilton Hawaiian Village on the 12th, and concludes with a floral parade down Kalākaua Avenue from Ala Moana Park to Kapi‘olani Park.

(If you can’t make it out to the islands, there’s still the Live Aloha Hawaiian Cultural Festival at Seattle Center, on September 8. There’s a Hawaiian Getaway raffle, in addition to music, dancing, and food.)

There’s much more at the Aloha Festivals Facebook page — a central event is the annual Waikīkī Ho‘olaule‘a (“Hawai‘i’s largest block party”) on September 21, which combines entertainment on several stages with food and craft vendors. (Speaking of food tourism, it’s worth noting that Ka’anapali Fresh 2013 is approaching, too. Here’s what last year was like.)

For Northwesterners familiar with the canoes of coastal tribes, this year’s tribute to Polynesian sailors should be fascinating. Just as Northwest tribes are re-instructing their youth in the “Canoe Journey,” and the knowledge carried by cultural tradition, young Hawaiians learn about the double-hulled Hawaiian voyaging canoe, and practice wayfinding among the islands in the archipelago.

William Clark (of “Lewis & Clark”) called the Chinookan people he encountered, “Certainly the best Canoe navigaters I ever Saw,” awed by the size of the waves they rode nonchalantly in canoes. Polynesian history, too, is filled with the exploits and mastery of canoe builders, voyagers, and navigators, beginning with the arrivals who settled there perhaps as early as, or earlier than, the fall of Rome.

This year’s festivals also mark the 40th anniversary of the Polynesian Voyaging Society, founded at a time when the canoe-building and navigational skills of the old-timers had almost faded away, who have charged themselves with carrying on voyaging as a lived practice. There’s a mindfulness required by wayfinding — to feel, lying in the bottom of a canoe, the different wavelets at sea and know which island sent them — that astonishes. It’s combined with a naturalist’s encyclopedic recall of sea birds and their behavior. Clearly, it still works.