La Negrita Chronicles
La Negrita and Her Kind and Gentle Saviours
Scene IV: FIGHT CLUB: Transition Music-Feeling Myself: Nicki Minaj
(LA NEGRITA’S Dorm room)
BOUKIE
C’mon Negrita. Let’s go out tonight.
LA NEGRITA
I dunno BOUKIE. I just…I don’t want to get him mad.
BOUKIE
PLEASE don’t tell me you’re talking about that D1 wannabe BUDDY JUNIOR, JR. and his “open relationships.”
Beat.
Everything about him is stupid. His stupid relationships. Even his name is stupid.
LA NEGRITA
Come now, menina. Be nice, that’s my man.
BOUKIE
Your man menina? I don’t see the ring. He doesn’t even ACKNOWLEDGE your presence in public, and he’s gonna tell you where, and when you can’t go out?
LA NEGRITA
I dunno. He just has a funny way of showing it.
BOUKIE
Of showing what?
LA NEGRITA
That he loves me…
BOUKIE
Funny, all right. You are too Fifty Shades of Sexy to be wasting yo time with a lame. You best get with a REAL nigga like me!
LA NEGRITA
BOUKIE, you’re a girl. I just…I don’t play on that team.
BOUKIE
Well you gon learn tuday!
LA NEGRITA
I’m a basketball wife…
BOUKIE
Girl, you are a HOCKEY HOE!
(They go from the dorm, to the cab. From the cab, to the club. From the windows to the wall, to the sweat drip down my balls. All these females crawl. Ohhhhh skeet skeet mothafucka, oh skeet skeet!)
BOUKIE
(slurring words, slurring her body. Feelin herself.) I am feelin MAHSELF!
LA NEGRITA
I know girl, I am feeling, looking, smelling like a million bucks!
BOUKIE
Bitch, you looking Bad like a stack of money!
LA NEGRITA
Thanks girl. Pretty on fleek!
BOUKIE
Turnt up! (Squints eyes across the dance floor) But yo, is that yo man?
LA NEGRITA
Girl, you know I have no man when we in public. (burst into fits of laughter).
BOUKIE
Damn, that sucks bro.
LA NEGRITA
But he is looking 50 Shades of Dapper tonight. (looks at him, licks lips.)
(Tipsy, La Negrita tip toes over to BUDDY JUNIOR, JR.- Covers his eyes with her hands)
LA NEGRITA
Guess who? (FRANKIE stares at bitch)
BUDDY JUNIOR, JR.
(Smiles, as he begins to open his eyes. When he opens his eyes, his excitement soon turns to anger.)
FRANKIE
Yo, BUDDY JUNIOR, JR., you know this hoe?!
BUDDY JUNIOR, JR.
Hell no, I don’t know this here colored hoe. I do not fornicate with those of colors!
FRANKIE
Good thing man! (Takes sip of handle) Fuck colored bitches!
BUDDY JUNIOR, JR. and FRANKIE
Yeah, fuck colored bitches!
FRANKIE
But not literally doe! Yeah, you know them bitches got all types of black diseases. Like AIDS and Syphilis cuz they be fuckin monkeys.
LA NEGRITA
But I’m Latina. And Christopher Columbus along with his clan of filthy Europeans came to my country centuries ago and brought his damn STDS. Cuz THIS pussy good!!!
BOUKIE
Here, here! (raises glass)
BUDDY JUNIOR, JR.
That don’t matter! (Shoves her. Before she knows it, FRANKIE is shoving her too.).
FRANKIE
Are they real? (Eyes her chest. Eyes her eyes. Reaches out his hands to grab them.)
LUKE
C’mon guys, chill!
Beat.
FRANKIE why are you SOOOOOOO racist??!?
FRANKIE
LUKE, I have MORE than one reason… In fact I got BINDERS full of reasons. (takes out little notebook he carries around in his back pocket. Puts glasses on. BUDDY stands at attention.)
Beat.
Black people violate traditional White values such as hard-work and independence.
Beat.
The failure of Blacks to progress results from their unwillingness to work hard enough.
Beat.
Blacks are demanding too much too fast.
Beat.
(FRANKIE and BUDDY toast.)
Beat.
And lastly--(Directed to LUKE.) Blacks have gotten MORE than they deserve… (Shoves LUKE.) Faggot.
LUKE
I’m not a faggot! (Shoves FRANKIE back) Racist!
FRANKIE
Hey! Irish, Italian, and many other minorities overcame prejudice and worked their way up. Blacks should do the same! (FRANKIE AND LUKE brawl, BOUKIE breaks them off. Everyone on set runs off to their separate directions.)
Frania G. Romulus was born in Boston, Massachusetts. As a child Romulus loved to create, perform and act. She began playwriting in elementary school. As the years passed she traveled and competed as a saxophonist in her high school music assembles. She was reminded of her gift of writing while an undergrad at Clark University. She matriculated with a degree in Psychology and Performing Arts.
Romulus’ work portrays her experiences as a woman of color at a predominantly white institution. Her raw emotional honesty, uncomfortable dialogue, and satirical style won the attention of Playfest then AS220, enabling her piece to be on production as well as earning her an artist residency.
