LOVE IN THE TIME OF LANGSTON: Theater Review (Because I used to write these once upon a time ago and I came across this one that made me smile)
By the time you read this review, you’ll probably know that The Ways of White People by EgoPo Classic Theater and Theater in the X has been sold out since it opened last Thursday. This show is easily the most buzzworthy piece of art in the city right now. Word of the production wildfired through Philly with reviews in almost every major news outlet, articles from the Inquirer and WHYY have been shared and shared. I mean when is the last time you saw a playwright on the 6 'o'clock news, yet here we are. The love is organic and necessary and deserved.
I was given this assignment over a month ago by happenstance—or synchronicity. Alaina Johns, editor of the Broad Street Review, sent out an email asking if I’d take it, because no one had picked it up and I thought Langston Hughes—he’ll never disappoint.
A few days later, I met a sweet smelling man who told me he’d never seen a play in his life and I invited him to come along as my date. I figured this would be very fun or very awkward.
Even if you haven’t read Hughes’ 1934 book of short stories, you’ve likely read something by Hughes—he promises and he delivers—through poems, in fiction, non-fiction, children’s books, and now this unconventional experience, with scenes from his first book of short stories reimagined into immersive theater, led by tour guides to different worlds happening in room after room of a the Glen Foerd Estate on the Delaware River, an eclectic victorian mansion overlayed with African masks and mudcloth and drumming and a gong.
My sweet smelling date showed up early. In my anxiousness (or foresightedness), I’d told him 6 pm when the play started at 7, so we had the entire mansion to ourselves for almost an hour. He wore his best turn of the century attire, a three piece suit in muted earth tones, a pocket watch on his large lapel.
When we think of the Harlem Renaissance (the entire Egpo season is dedicated to this theme, so even if you missed this show, be ready in April for Plum Bun), Langston Hughes is our guy. Alice Walker said in her 1989 essay, Turning Into Love: Some Thoughts on Surviving and Meeting Langston Hughes, that Hughes, who mentored her (and so many of our other literary lighthouses including Gwendolyn Brooks, Lucille Clifton, and Margaret Walker), write as a duty and a devotion. For that she asks, “how do we honor him?” Walker shares that when she first met Hughes, she had never read a single one of his books and ignorantly told him so. Without reprimand or rejection he handed her a stack and said it’s not too late. “There are not many people with that kind of grace,” Walker said of his character. So if you haven’t read any of Hughes’ work, or just not enough, it’s ok. It is not too late.
I knew the show would be Hughes, but I didn’t imagine Hughes like this. The Ways of White Folks brings together two directors, two theater companies, and two distinct racial groups—White Folks and Black Folks. And it doesn’t try to oversimplify the complexity of what it means to live with, work with, and sometimes fall in love with, people who you also somehow don’t like, kind of despise and maybe even hate. The Ways of White Folks turns a sharpened eye onto the social dilemma of forced coexistence—beams a light at it, burns a hole through its soul—and asks what it's like living with, working with, and sometimes falling in love with “the other” today, a hundred years after Hughes’ Harlem.
I may have loved the show too much. I can’t stop thinking about it and telling people about what it was like to have a monologue performed by three men, 3 Roys, sometimes speaking in chorus, so close you can reach out and touch them. One of the men sickly, coughing, and unkempt lies before us dying in his bed. My sweet smelling date’s eyes swelled in awe or disgust or a bit of both—not at the dying violinist—but at a society willing to kill a classically trained musician because he attempted to shake the wrong woman’s hand. If you do get to see, tell the people who can’t as much about it as you can.
I can’t stop talking about Ontaria Kim Wilson, who co-directed and co-starred in this production. She delivers, Cora, a piece on motherhood in the Mansion’s makeshift kitchen. After offering us fresh baked cookies, she laments the loss of children and the finding of oneself—under a single light, sometimes breaking the fourth wall and then putting it right back up again. In less than ten minutes I am broken—a cracked egg on her kitchen floor. So close we make eye contact and she must see the tears streaming down my cheeks. My sweet-smelling date puts his arms around my shoulder and squeezes, a gentle and welcome reprieve.
The Ways of White Folks is alive and stimulating and moving and freeing and challenging in all of the right ways. “This is theater?,” my sweet smelling date asked innocently as we traversed through the Glen Foerd Mansion from library to living room from basement to backyard. “THIS IS IT!” I said smiling and with a whisper. “But broken down, torn apart and sewn back together as it should be from time to time.”
By the end of the evening I was first in line to buy a copy of the book, The Ways of White Folks, but my sweet-smelling date insisted he wanted to buy it for me. I told him to ask Ontaria to sign it for me and she said yes. “Thank you, Jeannine for your support.” No Ontaria, thank you, my friend.
Without a doubt Philly is having her own renaissance and Ontaria has channeled Hughes to help her lead it. My hope is that funders and patrons take note from the show’s sponsors, Dr. Joel & Bobbie Porter, and build on this momentum.
But the big question is will there be a date number two?
Regardless, I found love.
“While far from a traditional romance, at the heart of Cook’s lightly allegorical debut is a love letter to storytelling itself. Readers eager for something out of the ordinary will be enchanted. ”
What Publisher's Weekly had to say about my debut novel...
In Cook’s quirky debut, a woman conquers her fear of intimacy amid preparations for her bookstore’s grand opening. The Shopkeeper, a writer and a soon-to-be bookshop owner in Philadelphia, has always been a loner, due partly to a condition that causes her to fall asleep if she touches another person. Before her store officially opens, a sweet-smelling monk in training called ME wanders in. The pair immediately click, and ME leaves with the Shopkeeper’s last copy of her self-published book, Conversations with Harriet. After inexplicably finding a shelf full of her books at the university bookstore—copies that the Shopkeeper knows she didn’t print—she offers another copy to two members of her writers group, hoping it will bring them closer. As her book brings lovers together, the Shopkeeper pines after ME but keeps busy with setting up her bookstore. When the Shopkeeper’s pregnant sister, Elle, asks her to road-trip with her down south to their grandmother’s house, the Shopkeeper is forced to confront her fear of touch and the emotional baggage she left behind when she moved north. While far from a traditional romance, at the heart of Cook’s lightly allegorical debut is a love letter to storytelling itself. Readers eager for something out of the ordinary will be enchanted. (Sept.)
I go to prepare you a place—
Placemaking for Writers—the quiet and often forgotten.
📸Andrea Walls
From Harriett’s to Josephine’s
Mission completed. 🙌🏾
Building a library at Level Up Philly 🙏🏾
listening
feeling the pulse of the moment
unease is a signal, it doesn’t mean good or bad
it means unaligned and that’s ok
no hard feelings
visions just don’t align.
right now.
but i love you.
free will!
dear elizabeth
my flight has no wi-fi so it’s a great time to write you a letter processing some of my thoughts and ideas
i realize from the symposium and josephine’s and josephine the importance of starting things and trying things and inventing and failing and trying again
and in many ways this process of having a bookshop which is really just the process of starting and having an institution is so important so one can have a place to design, build, fail, innovate, engineer, share safely—like a science lab
not that individuals don’t have voices of course, but that when i was outside on the corner of broad and cecil b moore selling books or in front of the university of the arts selling books, very few saw that as noteworthy or important. no news articles lol
similarly when i was a school teacher, working daily with youth who were called dropouts, using art and culture as a tool to get them to come to school and work on their GEDs, it went virtually unnoticed
same thing when i was living in an abandoned house trying to finish my degree with a small child
but i believe it was in the process of starting and maintaining an institution, a lab, that i found the confidence to speak in rooms that one i never knew existed or two assumed i had no place in and/or three i wasn’t invited to
when i was selling books on the corner i was innovating—i created a place of beauty and community on a corner and sold books, sometimes more books than i sell at harriett’s or ida’s in a day, but also gave folk an open air place to congregate and chat and connect
when i was helping young people pass their GEDs by sitting with them in the hospital after they’d been drugged, or standing on tables teaching them about ntzoke shange, or hosting community dinners so i knew they ate dinner, or creating a citywide amazing race so they could see their city, or creating an entrepreneurial incubator and giving them seed money to fund their ideas, i was engineering, thinking about what pieces were missing, connecting nontraditional dots, designing and failing and redesigning—but who cared?
when i was writing the human rights curriculum for DC public schools and or conflict resolution curriculum for violence prevention, or racial reckoning curriculum for youth across the globe, i was just engineering —ideating, designing, implementing, failing, redesigning, rebuilding, over and over again…
but my own institution—untethered by the limitations imposed by predominately colonial-minded leadership, not having to beg to realize my ideas, accelerated my ability to ideate and enact with speed.
i see this also in my other friends and colleagues who’ve had the experience of being able to start and run their own institutions and how much more social impact they’ve had not being under the boot of antiquated practices, antiquated leadership, antiquated belief systems, that tend to dominate many institutions and old regimes—even those who hire a DEI person or host an anti-racist training, change in those spaces is VERY difficult because the issues are built into the system, the design flaw is a part of the actual machine, it’s in the engine and to redesign those institutions would mean having to take them a part completely
without the boot of the old regime on your neck, without the overseer watching, it’s easier to design and build and fail and redesign and rebuild at your own pace. that’s what allows one to follow their gut and play the game of what if… what if there was a bookshop that was also kinda like a monument and kinda like art gallery? what if instead of one brick and mortar we had two?? what if instead of brick and mortars we starting having literary art installations? what if universities made us their school bookstore? what if we set forth legislation to make the first federal holiday named for a woman? what if we all existed locally and globally? what if we took people who never left their neighborhoods out of the country on book trips? what if large institutions “adopted” smaller ones? what if Paris? what if Nairobi? what if we’ve been thinking too small? what if we’ve been living our entire lives in a cage (either self imposed or socially imposed) and what if we just got out?
side note —no one bats an eye that amazon is a global institution, tesla is global, coca cola, kfc, mcdonald’s -global—but it’s like mind blowing when someone who looks like me or someone who comes from where i come from (the projects) creates work that’s global.
like i said to you earlier, i don’t want it to be shocking to see Blk girls from North Philly, Phillying up Paris, or Phillying up Nairobi, or Phillying up Mexico City, nor vice versa. i don’t want us waiting and waiting to see the world (and for the world to have to wait to see us) —that’s what Jo did, she allowed herself to be seen and heard —she opened that door so long ago —i’m sure she’s like just fly already
so i flew—overnight—for 3 days—i’ve never hosted a symposium, i didn’t fully know all that it takes, but what if we designed one and built one and failed and redesigned and rebuilt it until we got it to look like how we wanted it to look and feel how we wanted it to feel and what if there were more spaces for that in the world
because my professor, took that on with me as a project that i believe transformed us both and i don’t know if when i was in his class he could ever imagine all that would unfold from that brief interaction where he pushed me so hard as a writer and took me to gardens and made me read and excavate and analyze and write write write (i wrote an unpublished book in that class) that in a years time we’d be making history together at AUP, a university that has NEVER hosted a symposium dedicated to a woman who looks like you and has NEVER celebrated Blk women scholars, Blk women performers, Blk women media makers, and thinkers in this way—NEVER.
And did we fail at somethings?
definitely, the food (or lack there of was a total failure), but then i met jenea a Blk woman pastry chef who attended and agreed to cook next year, the bookshop lacking in books (which i tried to ship from the U.S. for hundreds of dollars and they still didn’t arrive in time was a failure—books across borders is hard hard hard)—i literally brought books in my carry on and clothes in my book bag—so now i know i need a european distributor and more used and rare more books
tech failures, time failures, financial failures —at one point i couldn’t pay for my taxi cause my card wouldn’t work, me with these stupid fevers that i keep getting—health failure, but who said we can’t fail? what’s this silly insistence on Blk excellence or bust that weighs folk down and makes it hard to invent and innovate because fear of failure keeps folk from beginning or finishing asking or taking risks
tech ventures get to fail all the time with millions of dollars of investment on the table, movies fail with million dollar budgets, governments fail everyday—don’t even get me started on the failures of the child welfare system, the health care system, the prison system, the mental health system, the education system…and they be failing with our money, then turn around and take more
where is that grace for the social engineer? the small business innovator? the activists? the organizers? the educators? the artists?
because after failure, if we do it right, there is the redesign, the rebuild, the retry
so for our first time, i thought it was an awesome experience, i loved seeing the young folk physically build the shop in paris—40 minutes before the symposium was set to begin—because that’s when everything arrived, that’s who built harriett’s with me outside on the corner during the height of covid, thats who attended the protests with me and gave out books, that’s who sustains the work, it’s glorious to co-create with young minds who are full of energy.
i loved seeing my friends, like Brian, present in an academic setting, though he’s used to giving tours and cabarets
i loved having our matriarch, ms. sylvia come after 40 years of researching and writing and still she’s passing on history to young minds—40 years of dedication to sharing these stories about Blk women and Blk history, how could we ever repay her—all she wants is an english translation of her book
i loved having josephine baker’s daughter, Marianne next to me, saying how much she missed her mother, how loving she was, how many people get her mother wrong, how she’d come back every year if we’d keep hosting—build the bookshop she insisted to me in a heavy french accent
or young folk like Nia James presenting to other young folk like yo here’s an experimental thing i made where i let AI create a convo between Josephine Baker and James Baldwin—what do you think? and having folks question that and congratulate that
and having a dancer in the middle of a symposium, Bakering all over people to live music
or having a lifestyle fashionista say—here’s Baker as a Lifestyle—it’s ok to be Baker-esque—use the good plates, be your full self, enjoy the quality, take your time, connect at the boulangerie
or having a scholar share where she wants to take her Baker research next
having Blk music and Blk tradition take up space in places where we are typically told to keep quiet, be perfect, look but don’t touch, sit still, don’t disrupt, don’t make waves
and then dinner with my french friends and expat friends and american friends and students and graduates
there were many parts of the design that worked and many parts that get to be reworked but in all, i feel the path with no beginning is worth beginning and like i’ve said to the great mothers—i’ll do my part and i trust they will do theirs—and they always do
so glad you get to have paris and all these beautiful connections for your 50th birthday
with love
jeannine
“Raise the Rent” Party
Dear Collingswood Friends & Families—
I am Jeannine A. Cook, the shopkeeper of Ida’s Bookshop at 734 Haddon Ave.
Our bookshop celebrates women authors, artists, and activists under the guiding light of historic heroine, Ida B. Wells.
Ms. Ida was a turn-of-the-century author, artist, and activist who worked tirelessly on issues of community development—specifically focusing her career on ending lynching with the power of her pen.
Inspired by Ms. Ida, I write this letter to you with the power of my pen.
Our shop has existed in Collingswood for three years this coming February and served thousands of books to local, national and even international families and friends from the Farmer’s Market to Clover Fest from Mayfair to the Book Fest—where I actually showed up on a horse to interview a horse jockey.
Now in our third year and with increased pressure on small businesses, especially bookshops, we recognize that innovation is crucial for our continued existence.
In contrast to large corporations, small businesses contribute to the social fabric of communities, providing unique goods, services, and experiences while promoting self-sufficiency.
We even had a realtor bring a new family by to ensure them, “Ida’s Bookshop is just another example of sacred spaces that make starting a life in Collingswood special.”
Embracing our position as a local bookshop we ensure:
that books have a viable future in the lives of children like those we host on field trips and Mommy and Me visits;
wealth circulates within the community as we hire local young people to operate the shops—including Aunye, Maya, Elijah, Brianna, Keiko, Serenity, Messiah, Jenesis and Asia;
and we continue donations to local organizations like BookSmiles that deliver free books to children;
hosting local and national authors like Jo Piazzo, Mecca Jamilah Sullivan, Sannii Crespina-flores, Christine Pride, Zach Wright, Shawn R. Jones, Anita Grace Brown, Seve Torres and Salamishah Tillet to name a few;
hosting musicians from vibraphone to violin, literacy bands and djs to songbirds and drummers, choirs, a keyboard playing harmonica player who was only 17.
This pursuit of the “independent” in independent bookshop is not merely a financial endeavor but a means to choose how we want to strengthen the social fabric.
Small businesses often face an uphill battle against corporate giants and multi-million dollar developers, grappling with challenges like limited resources and intense competition. The struggle for survival and growth is not just economic but also a fight to preserve the uniqueness and character of local communities.
To address this issue, we started a bootstrapped crowdfunding campaign and event series called “Raise The Rent.” In response to our landlord’s decision to Raise the Rent, we are seeking $23,000 in community investment to pay the rent upfront for a year so we can strategize and plan a sustained future for Ida’s Bookshop within Collingswood without the additional stressors of making ends meet from month to month—our overall goal is to purchase a building in Collingswood and stick around for generations.
Quiet as it’s kept, we have our eye on 566 Haddon Ave. but we’ve only just had initial conversations about what that could look like and what that journey would entail—but imagine a wellness center meets a bookshop cafe.
Maybe??
What we do see for sure is a future where collaboration between organizations and institutions will create sustainability. Remember we do this work in the face of book bans and a future that promises one or two large corporations could someday control the production and distribution of almost all books if we don’t decide otherwise now.
In parallels between book bans, economic injustice and historical lynching, it is essential to recognize the profound impact of both on intellectual freedom and human rights, echoing the sentiments of Ida B. Wells in her anti-lynching advocacy.
Just as lynching was a violent tool used to suppress and control, book bans and bookshop closings operate as a subtle but equally insidious form of intellectual oppression. Both mechanisms aim to stifle dissent, erase perspectives, and maintain a status quo that perpetuates harm.
Ida B. Wells, through her courageous anti-lynching work, understood the power of knowledge in dismantling systemic oppression. Similarly, book bans restrict access to diverse narratives, limiting the ability to challenge prevailing ideologies. By acknowledging the parallel between these forms of oppression, we highlight the importance of preserving intellectual freedom and honoring the legacy of pioneers like Ida B. Wells who fought against such injustices.
Another analogy we see in our work is the parallel between renting and sharecropping. In the fundamental absence of ownership and control, we see the vulnerability that individuals face in these arrangements.
In both scenarios, tenants and sharecroppers lack true ownership of the land or property they inhabit. This absence of ownership translates into a limited ability to shape our destinies, make long-term investments, or build generational relationships. The control over crucial decisions often rests in the hands of landlords or landowners who often could care less about the daily goings on of the community where their tenants “work the land,” mirroring the power dynamics prevalent in sharecropping arrangements.
Emphasizing this analogy is crucial in shedding light on the challenges faced by business owners without property ownership, underscoring the need for policies and initiatives that empower individuals to move beyond mere occupancy to ownership. By doing so, we address the root issues associated with both renting and sharecropping, advocating for a shift toward more equitable and empowering long term business development strategy.
In contrast to renting or sharecropping, owning a building in Collingswood provides a sense of permanence for Ida’s. It opens avenues for us to build generational relationships and foster economic stability that transcends immediate circumstances. Land ownership enables us to make long-term investments, engage in sustainable environmental practices, and establish a strong foundation.
This is why we are hosting design sessions that ask not just what your local bookshop can do for you, but also what you are can commit to doing for your local bookshop—from volunteering to landscaping from deliveries to authors chats, how do we sustain this institution together? Are you a contractor? A banker? A marketing guru? We need you.
At its core, community organizing brings people together, amplifying their collective voice to address shared concerns. Ida B. Wells, through her anti-lynching campaigns, showcased the transformative potential of communities united against injustice. By organizing and mobilizing, communities can effect change at both local and systemic levels.
This unity not only provides a platform for shared goals but also builds resilience in the face of challenges. Ida B. Wells demonstrated that through organized efforts, communities can challenge oppressive systems, demand justice, and bring about tangible transformation.
Community organizing acts as a catalyst, empowering us all to actively participate in shaping our neighborhood’s destiny.
It is our hope that through this comprehensive approach, drawing on inspiration from our namesake Ida B. Wells, we can be an example of the change we wish to see in the world.
But like Ida said, “before the people can ACT, they must KNOW.”
Now you know.
Thank you,
Jeannine A. Cook
Ida’s Bookshop
info@idasbookshop.com
My Sisters Gift Shop
This design for the Rosenbach is dedicated to the sisterhood between Rebecca and Miriam Rosenbach. Using the same 19th century furniture style but in pastel as a stark contrast to the other exhibits, this would be designed to feel feminine and soft with custom William Morris style wallpaper that includes their signatures as design elements. It is said that after the two sisters were both sick unto death, that older sister and caretaker of the younger sister refused to die first. She waited patiently for her sister in life and into death. Ase.
Traditions
Some traditions live in our genetics. When I started giving out books on horseback I had no idea the “book ladies” of the Appalachias used to do this in the 1930s.