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THE COLORED MUSEUM
By George C. Wolfe

This production happened pre-COVID on the Titmus stage in Frank Thompson Hall on the campus of NC State University, in the fall of 2019.

Opening night of “Bright Star” by Steve Martin and Edie Brickell
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— Ron Foreman

Excerpt from The Gospel According to Miss Roj from “The Colored Museum” by George C. Wolfe

The name’s Miss Roj, that’s R.O.J. thank you. And you can find me every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday night at the Bottomless Pit, the watering hole for the wild and the weary which asks the question, “Is there life after jheri curl?” Thanks doll. Yes, if they be Black and swish, the BP has seen them which is not to suggest the Pit is lacking in cultural diversity. Oh no. There are your Dinge Queens, white men who like their chicken legs, dark. And let’s not forget los muchachos de la neighborhood.

The name’s Miss Roj, that’s R.O.J. thank you. And you can find me every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday night at the Bottomless Pit, the watering hole for the wild and the weary which asks the question, “Is there life after jheri curl?” Thanks doll. Yes, if they be Black and swish, the BP has seen them which is not to suggest the Pit is lacking in cultural diversity. Oh no. There are your Dinge Queens, white men who like their chicken legs, dark. And let’s not forget los muchachos de la neighborhood. But, the specialty of the house is the Snap Queen. Snap! We are a rare breed for you see when something strikes our fancy, when the truth comes piercing through the dark, you just can’t let it go unnoticed. No darling, you must pronounce it with a “snap.” Snapping comes from another galaxy, as do all Snap Queens. That’s right. I’m not your regular oppressed American Negro. I am an extraterrestrial, and I ain’t talking none of that shit you seen in the movies. I have real power. And speaking of no power…

But, the specialty of the house is the Snap Queen. Snap! We are a rare breed for you see when something strikes our fancy, when the truth comes piercing through the dark, you just can’t let it go unnoticed. No darling, you must pronounce it with a “snap.” Snapping comes from another galaxy, as do all Snap Queens. That’s right. I’m not your regular oppressed American Negro. I am an extraterrestrial, and I ain’t talking none of that shit you seen in the movies. I have real power. And speaking of no power…

NameCharacterAPOTelephoneEmail
Ron ForemanMiss RojY919.513.3071rforeman@ncsu.edu
Maayan EavesLa La Lamazing GraceN919.123.4567meaves@ncsu.edu
Sun Hee Kil
Quentin Fears
Meguma Katayama

Text Color is ORANGE!

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This image accompanies the ‘How to Theatre’ series.