Issue 223 of SOCIALIST REVIEW Published October 1998 Copyright © Socialist Review
Free doctoring for 'bad blood' is
what Hodman, Willie, Caleb and
Ben thought they were getting
back in 1932. After all isn't that
what that nice Nurse Evers told
them?
The poor blacks of Macon
County, Alabama, were
'susceptible to kindness'
concludes the stunning play
Miss Evers' Boys.
What the authorities did to the
people of Macon County is almost
beyond belief. For 40 years from
1932, 399 black sharecroppers
were denied treatment for syphilis.
They were hoodwinked into
believing they were being treated
for all those years.
In fact they were the victims of
a horrendous experiment. Even
when the 'magic bullet' of penicillin
was developed after the Second
World War they were prevented
from having it.
The syphilis ate away at their
nervous systems. Many died or
were left crippled. The men
unwittingly passed on the disease
to their family and friends. In return
they received 'free healthcare' and
$50 life insurance with the promise
of a decent burial.
On the 14th anniversary of their
(mis)treatment they all got a
certificate from the United States
Public Health Service in
Washington and $14 gratuity--a
dollar a year.
The Tuskegee Syphilis Study,
as it was called, was finally
exposed as 'the longest
nontherapeutic experiment on
human beings in medical history'.
And what of Nurse Evers?
She was the nurse who
recruited the men to the
experiment. In the play she
takes the role of narrator,
recalling for a shocked 1972
congressional hearing the
diabolical experiment. She is
not an evil woman. In a terrible
way she at least started out
thinking that she was doing
good. After all, the authorities in
1920s America never, ever
took any notice of blacks.
Now these poor black farmers
were the centre of attention. And
as the black doctor in charge of the
experiment tells her, by examining
the way the disease progressed,
'We could prove what the disease
does, it does to all men equally'.
Proving that syphilis rotted both
black and white in the same way
could be a blow to prejudice. The
twisted logic of racism.
It would only be a six month
experiment and then they would be
treated. Then it was a year, then
two, until 14 years had gone by.
When penicillin came on the
scene it was too late. The men had
to be prevented from taking the
'hip shot' that everyone else was
getting. And then of course the
goalposts were shifted to the
'endpoint'--the men had to die and
be cut up to get conclusive results.
Nurse Evers loved the men. She
turned down a job in New York to
nurse them. She decided that if
they were to be condemned to die
the least she could do was be there
for them.
Syphilis works in a pattern. You
get a sore, then it seems to go
away before resurfacing 20 to 30
years later to wreak its damage. Or
as Evers puts it to make it
understandable to her boys, 'You
get it, forget it, and regret it.'
We see the men in all three
stages. And like Evers the
audience is put in a position of
complicity. We know they are not
getting any treatment while they
think that they are.
The fabulous thing about the
play is that the men never seem
like passive victims. Hodman,
Willie, Caleb and Ben are full of
life. They are all in a band-which
they name 'Nurse Evers' Boys' in
homage to her.
Willie is a coltish young
farmer who likes to dance.
The experiment turns him
into a cripple. Hodman is a
big likeable man. The
disease eats his brain. Ben
is older, dignified and
generous. He thanks Evers
for looking after them all as
he lies dying.
Caleb distrusts the favours that
the white man is bestowing on him.
He has a healthy suspicion: Why
did you do that to me?' he asks the
doctor who gives him an
excruciating spinal tap.
He survives, like a war veteran,
by 'keeping his anger'.
Hassan Mahamdalle
Miss Evers' Boys is showing
at the the Barbican until
3 October and then at the Bristol Old Vic from
7 to 31 October. The Barbican is
also hosting an acclaimed one man
show from America. A Huey P
Newton Story is on from 6 to 17
October
Via Dolorosa
by David Hare
David Hare's Via Dolorosa, a
monologue about Israel and
Palestine, performed at the Royal
Court, has won much praise from
the critics, and rightly so. The play
stems from Hare's British Council
sponsored visits to Israel and
Palestine. He was able to meet
right wing Israeli settlers and their
political leaders, bitter Israeli Labour
Party politicians, and despairing
Palestinian intellectuals.
These encounters enabled Hare
to produce a work which offers a
deeper insight into the thinking of
the protagonists in the Middle East
than almost anything that appears
in the newspapers. Hare's hour and
a half long performance captures
the schizoid nature of Israeli
society and the abject nature of life
for the Palestinians.
He travels from hedonistic Tel
Aviv, where the Israelis he meets
have the living standards and
aspirations of prosperous
Europeans and where the
Palestinians barely feature, to the
occupied territories. Here the
settlers live in fenced off areas
similar to US suburbia, surrounded
by the poverty and degradation of
the Palestinians. Reactionary,
paranoid colonists sit by their
swimming pools while Palestinians
in the neighbouring village are
forced to carry drinking water from
their wells in jerry cans. These are
the people who believe that the
assassinated Israeli prime minister
Yitzhak Rabin was complicit in his
own murder because he knew an
attempt would be made on his own
life, yet did nothing to prevent it.
Hare met Palestinian
intellectuals too, and got important
insights into the state of
Palestinian society. He describes
the poverty, squalor and brutality
of life in the occupied territories
under Yasser Arafat's rule. In a
memorable phrase, the transition
from Israel to the Gaza Strip is
likened to going 'from California
into Bangladesh'. Hare's
Palestinian acquaintances rage
against Hamas, the fundamentalist
terror group, but demand he
understands what makes young
people turn themselves into human
bombs.
The whole sorry mess is
summed up by the young woman
who, looking at the streets of Gaza,
declares: 'There was a point once,
there was a reason. You were
fighting for a Palestinian state, and
you were willing to die. What on
earth would you die for now?'
There is also despair in Shulamit
Aloni, once a minister in Rabin's
government, who is now crushed
by what Israel's right has done.
'We are going backwards,' she
declares. 'The Jews were once
victims, so now we are being
brainwashed to believe we will
always be victims and victims
can do no wrong.'
Aloni believed the peace
process that began in 1992 could
bring a lasting settlement to the
conflict between Palestine and
Israel.
Hare, no doubt, would like to
believe that too, but the
questioning sparked off by his
visits to Israel will not let him. He
cannot accept Aloni's assertion
that the current right wing prime
minister, Benjamin Netanyahu, is
responsible for everything that has
gone wrong. He knows Netanyahu
emerged from the society created
by Rabin, Aloni and their Israeli
Labour Party predecessors.
Hare has few answers of his
own, but then his play is art, not
analysis and not propaganda.
Good art challenges. It poses
questions, and it is important that
Hare asks them about Israel and
Palestine.
It is 50 years since the birth of
the state of Israel amidst
massacres and ethnic cleansing.
For decades the shadow of Hitler's
genocide of the Jews made it very
difficult to challenge Israel's
legitimacy. That began to break
down with Israel's 1982 invasion of
Lebanon and its brutal suppression
of the Intifada, the Palestinian
uprising, ten years ago. Let us
hope Hare's play is a sign of a
new, wider search for answers.
The play concludes with Hare
repeating, in a powerful appeal,
lines he heard from an Israeli
playwright: 'Fuck the land. Fuck it.
What does the land matter? The
highest value to a Jew is human
life. The idea that stones now
matter more than lives is a
complete deformation of the Jewish
religion.'
This might be an idealised view
of Judaism, but the desire to
create a world in which human life
was valued led millions of Jews
into the socialist movement in the
first half of this century. It took
the triumph of reaction, which
culminated in Hitler's gas
chambers, to physically liquidate a
mass socialist movement among
Jews. That is the root of the
tragedy that Via Dolorosa manages
to capture.
Mike Simons
Via Dolorosa is at the Royal Court Downstairs, London