Uit: The Intelligent Homosexual’s Guide to Capitalism and Socialism with a Key to the Scriptures
You are.But this… (A shrug.)Complicated, honey.
You remember, I think I told you this, the Daily News strike, I helped out, I was ILWU liaison with the teamsters, the paper and printing trades, when they went out against the Daily News? With the writers, the writers went out too, word and muscle, 1991? Same year the Committees of Correspondence broke from the party, same year I left, I left the party, later I rejoined but — 1991, the year pop died, and Gorbachev was, you know, that whole (gesture, something immense).The coup attempt in Moscow and Yeltsin and Gus Hall, that (another gesture, throwing away).
The first Iraq — all that crazy s— that year. Anyway. This old guy, this printer, who I met then on the pickets, we liked each other a lot, he was a smart man, he had a perspective, maybe not… (To Clio:) But a perspective.
So a year after all that, I got a call that this old printer, the guy’s been felled by a heart attack, wham, in a hospital. I went to see him, eyes screwed shut, with a stupid tube down his throat, tape around his mouth to, to hold it, and I saw, I sat for a while, and I noticed his hands was going
(He shows how the printer’s hands were going.)
Like, I thought, what is it, is he, is this, like, piano practicing.
(Again with the hands. The gestures aren’t much like piano playing: the fingers are rapidly moving unseen objects up, down, sideways.)
Then I thought, oh I get what — it made me cry, I cried. I thought, his hands want to pull out that tube, dumb Irish, probably he’d let some c—sucking Priest –
(A quick gesture to Pill, placating and acknowledging; Pill lets him off the hook.)
Some creep got to him, talked him out of a living will, so… And here he was, a prisoner, in that bed. So his hands were going –
(The printer’s hands again:)
His grandson offered me a Kleenex box, and I said, I said look at his hands, he… Maybe you think he wants to get at that tube, or, or the power cord to that goddamn pump?His grandson says, no, that’s just muscle memory. He’s a typesetter, a compositor. His hands are still working, see? He’s still setting stories and headlines in lead type.
That’s what it was, the kid was right. But so was I: His hands were working. Homo laborans. Homo faber. Man the maker. Man the worker. That’s what hands do.
(A look at his hands, then:)
My friend the printer. They left him alone that night, and somehow he managed to pull out the breathing tube. He asphyxiated.
The work of your hands makes the world.
And while you still have the use of them, they can unmake the goddam world, just as well.“
Tony Kushner (New York, 16 juli 1956)
Hier met de acteur Daniel Craig (rechts)