Author: Jane

Slumdog Slam

Hooray!! I am so happy for the brilliant Danny Boyle and his team’s HUGE success!!! As I said in an earlier blog, my son, Troy, did Danny’s last movie with him, “Sunshine” and fell in love with him, so here’s a photo Simone (Troy’s fab wife) sent me from an Oscar party last night. I was in bed sick and had such fun twittering about my reactions during the Oscars. It never occured to me that people would really get excited about a 2-time Oscar winner twittering about the Oscars. People asked me why I wasn’t there. Well, that would be because I am doing a fantastic Broadway play. Plus sick. Still am. But did The View this morning (always such a fun show to do. I’ve known Barbara for eons). Now I am getting ready for an Associated Press interview and then I’m doing the NYT Times Talk interview before an audience in the amazing new Times building together with Moises Kaufman, writer/director of the play (“33 Variations”). THEN a fundraiser called Defying Inquality for equal gay marriage rights at the Gershwin Theatre. Kinda excited cause I heard Keith Olbermann will also be there. (Dare I hope Rachel Maddow too??) I am presenting a $250,000 check from the producers and creators of “Wicked”. Cool, huh? All this on my day off. See you next time

The Show Must Go On

Ok ok. I wasn’t going to blog. I woke up this morning sooo sick but “mamma hen Heidi” (Heidi Neven, our Production Manager) came to my rescue: Had a doc phone in antibiotics, some version of Claritin and Afrin–not that anyone out there gives a fuzzy rat’s a**, but anyway it seems to be working cause I know I will be fine for our 3pm show. I was so dizzy and fuzzy headed earlier I wasn’t sure. I have The View tomorrow morning but I’m sure I’ll be even better. I just have to say that some of the comments folks are sending in have so moved me. This is such an amazing thing for me to experience–this feedback almost instantaneously from people who’ve seen the show. Many friends came yesterday. Barbara Walters saw the matinee (in advance of our show tomorrow) and loved it. Last night friends from Atlanta, Mark Benerofe who owns the Core Body gym where I go, my trainer Sarah Enders, CNN financial reporter, Susan Lisovicz. Susan at CNN back in the big hair day It was fun spending time with them. They also loved the show. Susan has invited me to come to visit the floor of the NY stock exchange one day after we open. I’m looking forward to that. Talk about being a fish out of water! But I want to feel all the testosterone flying as the guys do their thing. I adore watching Susan do her reporting from the floor. The red hair! The cheek bones! Okay, friend! Wish me luck. They’ve just called 5 minutes which is when I go stand in the wings, catching the energy from the audience and from Don (who plays Diabelli–brilliantly!). He and I softly exchange the opera version of Break a Leg just as house kights go out: in Bocca de Lupo. (In the wolf’s mouth.) See you next time. deals are m*de

George Santayana Quote

“Never have I enjoyed youth so thoroughly as I have in my old age…Nothing is inherently and invincibly young except spirit. And spirit can enter a human being perhaps better in the quiet of old age and dwell there more undisturbed than in the turmoil of adventure.” -George Santayana

The Congo

Please read this article by Bob Herbert in the New York Times. It’s so important that people know what is happening to women and girls in the eastern Congo. Eve Ensler and her non profit organization V-Day on whose board I sit has done an amazing job bringing—forcing may be a more appropriate word– this crisis to people’s attention. After you’ve read what Bob Herbert says, you can go to the V-Day website to see what you can do to help. The site is featured on the front page of my blog. The Invisible War By BOB HERBERT Bob Herbert For years now, in the Democratic Republic of Congo, marauding bands of soldiers and militias have been waging a war of rape and destruction against women. This sustained campaign of mind-bending atrocities, mostly in the eastern part of the country, has been one of the strategic tools in a wider war that has continued, with varying degrees of intensity, since the 1990s. Millions have been killed. Women and girls of all ages, from old women to very young children, have been gang-raped, and in many cases their sexual organs have been mutilated. The victims number in the hundreds of thousands. But the world, for the most part, has remained indifferent to their suffering. “These women are raped in front of their husbands, in front of their children, in front of their parents, in front of their neighbors,” said Dr. Denis Mukwege, a gynecologist who runs a hospital in Bukavu that treats only the women who have sustained the most severe injuries. In some cases, the rapists have violated their victims with loaded guns and pulled the triggers. Other women have had their organs deliberately destroyed by knives or other weapons. Sons have been forced at gunpoint to rape their mothers. Many women and girls have been abducted and sexually enslaved. It is as if, in these particular instances, some window to what we think of as our common humanity had been closed. As The Times’s Jeffrey Gettleman, on assignment in Congo, wrote last fall: “Many of these rapes have been marked by a level of brutality that is shocking even by the twisted standards of a place riven by civil war and haunted by warlords and drug-crazed child soldiers.” Dr. Mukwege visited me at The Times last week. He was accompanied by the playwright, Eve Ensler, who has been passionate in her efforts to bring attention and assistance to the women of Congo. I asked Dr. Mukwege to explain how it was in the strategic interest of the various armed groups to rape and otherwise brutalize women. He described some of the ramifications of such atrocities and the ways in which they undermine the entire society in which the women live. “Once they have raped these women in such a public way,” he said, “sometimes maiming them, destroying their sexual organs — and with everybody watching — the women themselves are destroyed, or virtually destroyed. They are traumatized and humiliated on every level, physical and psychological. That’s the first consequence. “The second consequence is that the whole family and the entire neighborhood is traumatized by what they have seen. The ordinary sense of family and community is lost after a man has been forced to watch his wife being raped, or parents are forced to watch the rape of their daughters, or children see their mothers raped. “Neighbors are witnesses to this. Many flee. Families are dislocated. Social relationships are lost. There is no more social network, village network. Not only the victims have been destroyed; the whole village is destroyed.” The devastating injuries treated by Dr. Mukwege at his hospital can all but stun the imagination. There is no need to detail them further here. AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are commonplace. Often the ability to bear children is destroyed. In many other cases, women end up giving birth to the children of their rapists. “The hospital can take care of 3,600 women every year,” said Dr. Mukwege. “That is our maximum capacity. We can’t take any more.” He spoke of ambulance teams that would drive into villages and be besieged by rape victims desperately seeking treatment. “It is awful to see 300 women in need of help,” he said, “and you have to take 10 because the ambulance can only take 10.” Ms. Ensler spoke of her encounter with an 8-year-old girl during one of her trips to Congo. The girl’s father had been killed in an attack, her mother was raped, and the girl herself was abducted. The child was raped by groups of soldiers over a two-week period and then abandoned. The girl felt too ashamed to allow herself to be held, Ms. Ensler said, because her injuries had left her incontinent. After explaining how she persuaded the child to accept an embrace, to be hugged, Ms. Ensler said, “If we’re living in a century when an 8-year-old girl is incontinent because that many soldiers have raped her, then something has gone terribly wrong.” Despite the presence in the region of the largest U.N. peacekeeping mission in the world, no one has been able to stop the systematic rape of the Congolese women. If these are not war crimes, crimes against humanity, then nothing is. A version of this article appeared in print on February 21, 2009, on page A21 of the New York edition. ORIGINAL ARTICLE LINK

Discombobulated

Last night my friend, Elizabeth Sackler, the founder of the Feminist Art Museum in Brooklyn, saw the show and when she came backstage she found that I was getting sick. Today she brought chicken soup to the stage door for me while we were rehearsing. I am so touched that she would take time to do something so sweet and thoughtful. I am feeling better, by the way, and thanks to all the well wishing twitterers and bloggers. I experienced something interesting today. We were doing a photo shoot of the play as well as video taping certain scenes. When it came my turn to do a scene for the camera I became quite discombobulated. I realized that, with the camera filming me, a whole, different acting mechanism began to kick in making me stumble like a novice. Do I do it like I would in a movie or like I’ve been doing? I felt like Dabney Coleman in “On Golden Pond” when he has one foot on the dock and one on the boat as the boat begins to move away. I mentioned this to Colin Hanks and Samantha Mathis, both of whom also do film work, and both said it happened to them, too. It’s interesting when something like this happens, reminding you of how ingrained your instincts are –how context-driven. See you next time