[This short play was written for the men's graduation ceremony of the CHILL OUT Inmate Re-Establishment Program at a prison in Philadelphia, PA. It was performed by the inmates who had completed the program and were about to be released after serving their time.]
FREEDOM
A play by Dave Swavely
NEVERIN
My name
is Irving Michael Neverin, or I. M. Neverin if that helps you to understand a
little bit more about my character. I was never in jail or prison, but that’s
not to say I haven’t been “behind bars,” as I’ve learned from my experiences with
some former inmates. Here they are…
Scene One
(Interior,
office, two chairs facing one another. NEVERIN is seated when CARTER BLANCH
walks in.)
NEVERIN
Welcome,
Mr. Blanch, come on in and have a seat.
(BLANCH sits down. Both should be half-facing the audience.)
BLANCH
Thanks.
Call me Carter.
NEVERIN
Okay,
Carter, I only have a few minutes till my next interview, since you were late,
so let’s dive right in. I’m not sure there’s much point in talking very long
anyway, since you were late to the interview. That’s usually a reason not to
hire someone right there.
BLANCH
I’m
really sorry, Mr. Neverin. I had a meeting with my parole officer and he kept
me too long, then I had to take three busses to get here.
(NEVERIN just looks at him, head going back slightly and eyes
going a little wider)
BLANCH
I guess that’s
another reason it’ll be a short interview.
NEVERIN
Well,
ahem…just to let you know, for future reference, you don’t have to tell people
you’re an ex-con right away when you go for a job interview. We took that box off our application for that
reason.
BLANCH
You’d
probably find out anyway. I was what I was.
NEVERIN
Well, if
you really want to get a job…
BLANCH
I took
three busses to get here.
(NEVERIN’s head goes back again, but then he nods.)
BLANCH
You ever
done anything really bad, Mr. Neverin?
NEVERIN
(thoughtful)
Yeah.
BLANCH
What’s
the worst thing you’ve done?
NEVERIN
(laughing nervously)
Well,
I…I wouldn’t be able to talk about that with anybody.
BLANCH
I can.
It’s a matter of public record, in fact. But I’ve learned from it and I’m a
better man now. I can even help other people who are going through the same
issues, like a lot of your employees probably are. They won’t talk to you about
it, but they might talk to me about it. Wouldn’t you want someone like that
working for you, who values the job enough to take three busses to get here? Instead
of someone who complains all the time behind your back and’ll move on in a
month?
(NEVERIN’s head goes back again, and he nods again, this time
pursing his lips too)
NEVERIN
Well…let’s
talk some more about the job.
(They move the chairs out of the way, and BLANCH exits)
Scene Two
(Interior,
a door warehouse.)
NEVERIN
(calling
to a man who is entering stage) Hey, I’m looking for Ritter. Is he around? I’ve
got some papers for him to sign.
JOE Y.
Hold on.
I’ll find out where he is. (takes a walkie talkie off his belt and talks into
it) Ritter, you around? (no answer) Hmm…maybe he’s in the John or on the phone.
Give it a minute, and we’ll try again.
NEVERIN
Something
really great must have happened to you today.
JOE Y.
Hmm?
NEVERIN
I heard
you singing, while you were driving the forklift.
JOE Y.
Naaa, I
always do that when I’m working. Don’t you?
NEVERIN
Uh,
nooo. I don’t even like my job that
much, and, no offense, but I could never be happy driving a forklift and moving
doors around all day.
JOE Y.
Why not?
NEVERIN
Well,
I’ve got a Master’s Degree, for one. And I could never pay for my house, my
car, my kids’ school, and uhhh my wife’s shopping habits, if I had a job like
this. Yeah, no, I could never be happy working here, or a lot of places.
JOE Y.
Well I
can.
NEVERIN
No
offense.
JOE Y.
None
taken. (pauses and smiles) Let’s try Ritter again. (raises and waves walkie
talkie)
(JOE Y. exits, talking into the walkie talkie as he does)
Scene Three
(Exterior,
top of a high roof on an office building. ANTHONY stands forward on the edge of
the roof with his hands out to his sides like wings. NEVERIN and LEE BERTI, one
of his formerly-incarcerated employees, stand behind ANTHONY at a safe distance,
NEVERIN slightly in front of LEE.)
ANTHONY
Stay
back, I’m gonna jump.
NEVERIN
(to LEE,
hand beside mouth) We’ve gotta keep him up here until the cops come. (to ANTHONY)
Anthony, please don’t do this. I…I’m already having a bad day, what with the
lost invoices and all.
(LEE opens his mouth and rolls his eyes)
NEVERIN
There
are people depending on you…your family.
ANTHONY
My girlfriend
left me and took the kids. I told you that yesterday!
NEVERIN
Well,
your mother. She’s old, right?
ANTHONY
She’s
dead, man. I took off for the funeral.
NEVERIN
Oh,
right. But she’s looking down now, she’s watching you.
(LEE opens his mouth again and shakes his head slightly)
ANTHONY
(more distraught)
My
girlfriend went to the cops—they always believe the woman. I. Am. Not. Getting
locked up.
NEVERIN
Well,
you do have a point there. I wouldn’t be able to make it in jail, that’s for
sure.
LEE
(shaking
his head more vigorously) Okay, that’s it. (steps up and puts an open hand in
front of NEVERIN’s chest)
LEE (to
ANTHONY)
Hey,
brother. It’s Lee, Lee Berti. I feel you, man. Remember what I told you I been
through? I know how it feels, I really do. Twenty times, must’ve been, I been
where you are. Remember what you called me the other day when I sneezed, that
long word you made up that had the boys rolling on the ground? If a whatever
like me can make it twenty times, I know you can, this one.
ANTHONY
(thinks
for a second, then nods and says slowly, remembering the word he made up) Lotta…snotta…pocalypse.
(smiling now, says the word faster) Lottasnottapocalypse. That’s what it was. (waves
hand at his nose and mouth, laughing) Shoulda been a Kleenex commercial.
LEE
Yeah. (laughing
now too) Didn’t taste very good either.
(ANTHONY laughs hard enough to stumble and almost fall off
the roof)
LEE
Woooah,
brother. Easy. Come ‘ere man.
(ANTHONY stumbles toward LEE and hugs him, extended hug, then
they exit)
NEVERIN
You see
what I learned about these guys who’d been in chains: that they’re actually
more free than I am in many ways. They’re free to be honest about themselves
and the things they’ve done wrong, because it’s come out; I’m confined to
hiding my sins from everyone. Which is not just a form of enslavement, by the
way—it’s downright exhausting sometimes. They’re free to enjoy many kinds of
work and be truly grateful for it; I can’t really appreciate any because I’m so
shackled by professional pride and all the bills I’ve accumulated. They’re free
to help a lot of people that I can’t because of my limited life experiences.
Notice how often in those encounters I said “I can’t,” “I couldn’t,” or “I
wouldn’t be able to”—those inner handcuffs, in a way, are more restricting than
any physical chains they’ve had to endure. Notice how often the former inmates said
“I can,” and remember that. There are so
many things they can do, even a lot of things that us NEVERINs could never do.
But
there’s one more experience I had with a former inmate, one that will tell us
about the most important kind of freedom any of us could ever have…
Scene Four
(Interior,
NEVERIN’s office. Two chairs facing each other. NEVERIN is seated and JUSTIN
enters.)
NEVERIN
Justin…Hi.
Come on in, have a seat.
JUSTIN
Thanks,
Mr. Neverin.
NEVERIN
I heard
about the fire…man, I am so sorry to hear that you lost everything.
JUSTIN
It’s
okay. The only stuff that survived are the things I’d given away.
NEVERIN
Wow,
that’s a good outlook. And your family’s okay, I heard. Did you have renter’s
insurance?
JUSTIN
No,
didn’t know there was such a thing. Until I needed it, that is. (laughs). And
now we owe a lot more than before, because all the stock from my wife’s home
business was destroyed.
NEVERIN
Oh, man,
how you gonna make it? Your salary is so low.
JUSTIN
God will
provide. The church is helping us out until the government assistance kicks in.
NEVERIN
Oh, man,
that must be tough…. I’d never be able to ask my church for charity money, and
I couldn’t even imagine being on welfare. (pauses when he realizes what he’s
said and puts hand up) No offense.
JUSTIN
None
taken. (puts hand up) But I feel bad for you.
NEVERIN
You feel
bad for me?
JUSTIN
Yeah,
because you could never take charity. Why do you say that?
NEVERIN
Well,
first of all, I earn so much that I would never need it, but even if I did, I
don’t think my pride would let me.
JUSTIN
That’s
too bad, because the word charity comes from a word in the Bible that means
grace, and without it…none of us can have a relationship with God. Ephesians
2:8-9 says, “By grace you are saved through faith, and this is not from
yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast.”
Something else I got from church. (smiles) Also, “God is opposed to the proud,
but gives grace to the humble.” That’s James.
NEVERIN
Do you
preach at your church?
JUSTIN
No, I just
listen. But when I do, God speaks to me. You should try it.
NEVERIN
Hmm,
maybe I will.
JUSTIN
(Stands
up, faces the audience) You may never have to take money from anyone, but you
sure as heaven have to be able to receive what you don’t deserve from Jesus in
the spiritual realm. He died on the cross to pay the penalty for sin, and he
came for the poor in spirit…the ones
who know they need him.
(Pause, then other actors join him for a bow or two)
The End

