Saturday, January 23, 2021

449. SANTA ANITA '42. From my (unpublished) ENCYCLOPEDIA OF THE NEW YORK STAGE, 1970-1975.

Lani Gerrie Miyazaki, Stephen D. Newman. Photo: Thomas Victor.
SANTA ANITA ’42 [Drama/Asian-Americans/Family/Period/Politics/Race/Romance] A: Allan Knee; D: Steven Robman; S: Jeremy Unger; C: Carol Odits; L: David Sackeroff; P: Chelsea Theatre Center of Brooklyn; T: Chelsea Theatre, Brooklyn Academy of Music (OB); 2/27/75-3/16/75 (32)

One of the major disgraces in American history, the internment of huge numbers of Japanese-Americans during World War II, was brought to national and world attention with increasing outrage in the 70s in books, plays, and films. The first treatment on the New York stage was this flawed drama, set largely at at California’s Santa Anita Racetrack, which was used as a detainment camp from 1942 to the war’s end.

The play focuses on the Japan-born Tamako (Lani Gerrie Miyazaki), who came to America in 1920 to marry, by arrangement, Satoru (Conrad Yama), a man much older than she. She had a son, Michael (Sab Shimono), by him. Michael grows up as the action develops across many short scenes. After he is already mature, she meets and has an affair with a white, American engineer (Stephen D. Newman), who gets her pregnant. Pearl Harbor intervenes, the family is interned, and, among other catastrophes, Michael is killed by camp guards after delivering a fiery speech denouncing American policies.

The ambiguous ending suggests either that Tamako remains to contemplate her future life or that she goes home to Japan. Throughout, she has been advised by a semi-realistic chorus-like figure, the Teacher (Henry Kaimu Bal), to adapt to life the way a Japanese garden does to its landscape.

Though well performed and directed, the play—despite evidence of writing talent—failed to handle its subject effectively, being “wispy and confusing” and never entirely clear or convincing” to Edith Oliver; lacking in “coherence” and being “simplistic” to Clive Barnes; too “slackly hung together” for Douglas Watt; “unimaginative” to Martin Gottfried; an too melodramatic for Jack Kroll.