Having Our Say

Based on the lives two delightfully wise and accomplished African American sisters, both of whom are over 100 years old, Having Our Say lays out the history of racial matters from the Gilded Age all through the 20th century. Sadie and Bessie Delaney recount their rather unique heritage as their mother was 25% black and never tried to pass as white. Their white grandfather and Black grandmother couldn’t marry as it was illegal in the south until the late 1960s. Still they raised their family and attended a church that came to agree that okay the only reason you aren’t married is that you can’t be so we’ll welcome you.

The play is structured as a long conversation with a reporter, who’s represented by the audience. The stories range from charming and fun to raw depictions of injustice. Yet at all times the sisters are victors not victims. Neither married and both attained professional status in an era when few African American women could. Their father was a bishop and insisted his daughters go to college, though he stipulated that they work first because he had no money for additional schooling and would not allow them to obtain scholarships because he believed that would make them beholden to whoever supplied the scholarship. Both met his challenge without complaint. Sadie became the first colored* (sic) high school teacher in her all-white high school and Bessie became the first colored woman to be licensed as a dentist in New York.

The women recount their experiences and heritage from family stories of slavery to their own experience with Jim Crow and Civil Rights. Throughout we hear their family stories, wisdom and witticisms.

This production had an inventive set that featured picture frames which would show old photos of the friends and family Bessie and Sadie were describing.

The acting was superb and I’d love to see Ella Joyce (Bessie) or Marie Thomas (Sadie) in another play. The pair brought great energy and chemistry to the play.

My only wish was that the play had more of a plot. As it stands it’s an adaptation of a memoir. So it’s a chronological telling of lived experiences. While these second and mainly first hand accounts are interesting, they aren’t as dramatic as a play that uses Aristotelian principles to give a story plenty of momentum.

I’d prefer a structure like that of The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman, a former slave who recounts her memories on up to the 1960s. Such a play requires more characters and sets, hence more money, but it offers more suspense. Nonetheless, this is a good production, well worth seeing.

*The women didn’t feel Black or African American were terms that described them well. They were American. They felt “colored” was more accurate than Black.



Yesterday I went to the local dentist. I was curious and decided in February I’d wait and get my teeth checked and examined here. I tend to have no problems so it wasn’t like I was taking a big risk. A few colleagues have gotten dental work done here and have been satisfied.

In many ways it was like going to a barber.  No appointments, no records. Just come in. Sit down and we’ll serve you.

So my student assistant’s friend took me to the neighborhood dentist. They’re fairly new to the neighborhood and the office was clean. The equipment was all new and looked up to date. It wasn’t as sophisticated or expensive, but everything seemed up to snuff. I didn’t have an appointment and I don’t think most patients make them. The two dentists were there. No receptionist or assistants.

They had me take a seat and the assistant explained what I wanted. Just an exam and cleaning. No one took my name or medical history, no dental history. They explained it would be 60 rmb ($10) in a way that made it sound like they wondered if that was too much.

I got a good cleaning, though not as thorough as I get in the US. The dentist polished my teeth and then said I had some problems with my teeth. I have absolutely no pain and my last appointment in late August, I had X-rays that showed no emerging problems. What’s more, the dentist hadn’t looked all that carefully at my teeth and I experienced no pain while she was cleaning my teeth. I tend to think that was a bit of a ploy to make the exam more “productive.” I just said I’d take care of any problems back home. I really doubt there are any because she never mentioned exactly what the problem was or which tooth it was. Typically a dentist shows you.

Still I’m glad I got my teeth cleaned. They feel good and I did save a bundle, though I’ll keep my American dentist.