An excerpt from Recidivism, Written by Michael Monasterial
© 2001
Andre Barnes, a 38 year old man. Good
physical shape despite the wear. He has good genes and an infectious charm.
Young Andre Barnes, a 20 year old man, healthy but serious. Same man 20 years ago, but with an intense anger about
him. It lies just below the surface so even when he's joking or relating to his friends it is still evident.
He speaks well and has a sense of humor, but that anger can turn to rage very easily. He is angry at the world, God,
and man for the home and life he fells he never had and feels justifies at anything he does.
Time: Present
Place: The Bull Pen in a county jail
Andre Sr. Son I...Andre,
when I saw you here for the first time it was like I had seen my life, what it stood for, all the wasted, wasted...years.
A man only marks time by how the things he loves around him change. You're a man. I missed your whole life.
Andre Jr. I can't believe that word came out your mouth.
Andre Sr. Just because you're an asshole doesn't mean you
don't love.
Andre Jr. There you go
again. Forgive me if I don't get choked up but if you don't get out my face... you will.
Andre Sr. I got that comin', but listen, even if you don't
want to hear it. Don't let your hate or your rage stop your mind from working. (pause) I couldn't stay.
I was just too much of an idiot. People would rather kick a man out than work with him to grow up. Maybe they
right. But I feel just like I woke up the day I met you here. Can you believe it? Just walking around in a fog ‘til
I'm 38. But I still remember holding you and feeling proud. I'm gonna make you proud of me.
He moves to Andre Jr. and puts his arm on Andre Jr.'s shoulder. Andre Jr. pauses for
a second. He then jumps up, knocks the hand away and easily subdues his father. Andre Jr. produced a razor and holds
it to his father's throat.
Andre Jr.
You'll forgive me if I don't feel like eatin' no soup wit you or no shit, but this is something I promised myself
since I can remember. You don't deserve to be breathin'.
Andre Sr. (Speaking slowly and carefully) See that? You got "youngblackmanitis".
You'd rather kill than think. You're just like me.
Andre Jr. I'm not like you!
Andre
Sr. Just like me.
Andre Jr.
You! I'm not you. I'm not you MUTHASUCKA!!
Andre
Sr. Go ahead, spend the rest of your life in a box. Go ahead, if you can't forgive me you can't forgive
yourself for what you're doing to your son. Go ahead, ‘cause if you can't forgive me, I don't want
to live anyway.