Last week, I had a chance to see Sanaz Toosi's magnificent, Pulitzer Prize-winning play, "English," at The Wallis in Beverly Hills. She gave voice to so much I have held inside in the years since I escaped Iran and was granted refugee asylum in the USA. The show ended its run tonight, and I wish I could have taken my entire community to see it.
Can you keep a secret? In Iran, I was really smart, apparently. I excelled in school. I spoke in Persian "like a mockingbird," my mother would tell the butcher, the Barbari bread maker, and my family.
Then came America. Glorious, glorious America. My best-known songs and ditties, which all happened to include political satire because little Iranian girls don't ever just sing about just toys or kittens, weren't funny to my American peers. Nothing about me was funny because nothing translated well. Worst of all was my name. My full name. In the words of so many Ashkenazi friends, oy.
"I am not idiot," a plucky character, Elham, says in Toosi's play.
"I am not an idiot," her teacher, Marjan, corrects her.
Oh,
@sanaztss Where were you when I was a kid here in the 90s and needed those words? I needed them for every peer and every instructor who thought I had a cognitive deficiency because I couldn't speak English.
Yet.
YET.
I am not idiot.
I am not idiot.
WE are not idiot. 🩵
Find where "English" is playing next, friends, and get yourselves there. The writing is remarkable and the acting is unforgettable.
I'm also grateful to
@thewallisbh for including so much special work by Iranian artists in the foyer. The eyes of the luminous woman in "Crown Series" (see pic) seemed to follow me, like an ancient Persian Mona Lisa. 🎨
#iranian
#english