In 2000, Jessica Blank and Erik Jensen embarked on a tour across America one that would give them a glimpse of the darker side of the justice system and, at the same time, reveal to them just how resilient the human spirit can be. They were a pair of young actors from New York who wanted to learn more about our country's exonerated men and women who had been sentenced to die for crimes they didn't commit, who spent anywhere from two to twenty-two years on death row, and who were freed amidst overwhelming evidence of their innocence. The result of their journey was The Exonerated, New York Times number one play of 2002, which was embraced by such acting luminaries as Ossie Davis, Richard Dreyfuss, Danny Glover, Tim Robbins, Susan Sarandon, and Robin Williams.
Living Justice is Jessica and Erik's fascinating, behind-the-scenes account of the creation of their play. A tale of artistic expression and political awakening, innocence lost and wisdom won, this is above all a story about two people who fall in love while pursuing their passion and learn through the stories of the exonerated what freedom truly means.
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The two of us had been dating just over a month. Erik had lived in New York City for almost a decade, making a steady living as an actor in independent films and TV. Jessica'd just shown up in the city nine months earlier, after graduating from college in Minnesota. She was training at an acting studio, making the rounds, spending her days doing political organizing and her evenings doing spoken-word poetry. Both of us had your typical broke bohemian artsy New York lifestyle.
When we'd first met, Erik was deep in the throes of self-imposed bachelorhood. He'd bribed someone to obtain the lease on his East Village apartment, then turned his little rent-stabilized hardwood hovel into a fortress, usually spending his evenings in front of one of Manhattan's few working fireplaces accompanied by a stack of comic books, a script, and his Brittany spaniel Zooey. Erik had a steady, skinny little New York life complete with hundreds of paperbacks, acting work that he got paid for but would happily have done for free, and a dog that didn't smell too bad. He could smoke a pack and a half of cigarettes a day, eat as many Sno Balls as Hostess could ship into Manhattan, and throw laundry on his fire escape without having to answer to anyone (except when the super complained about the tube socks hanging off the downstairs neighbor's window garden).
Jessica, on the other hand, was caught up in a whirlwind of just-moved-to-New-York. She had her starter New York City apartmentwhich, like many starter New York apartments, was in New Jerseywhich she used exclusively to crash out at 4 a.m. after running around the city all day and night. Every day was totally different; not yet jaded, she made new friends every five minutes and was dating, um, a bunch of different people. She knew what she loved (politics, acting, writing) but was still stumbling around trying to figure out how on earth to do all three things and make a living. Happy to be finished with college, not entirely sure what to do next, she let the city lead the way and wound up organizing politically minded artists, studying acting, making the audition rounds, and hanging out at poetry slams.
We'd met through the tangled and tiny social web of young New York actors when Erik crashed his friend Kelly's date with Jessica. Erik had just started a run of a new play, and it had been a tough audience that night. Erik stopped off at Kelly's East Village restaurant on his way home, hoping for some company and consolation. And a free beer.
Kelly was indeed there, sitting with Jessica at a table in the back. Erik said hi to Kelly, spilled a beer on himself, and introduced himself to Jessica. Then he sat down and started describing that night's performance. Kelly knew the drill: When in doubt, blame it on the audience. Then the weather. Then the stage manager.
It wasn't till Jessica got up to go to the bathroom that Kelly had a chance to lean over to Erik and tell him to quit talking about himself so much. "I'm trying to spend some time with this girl, man. You need to step off." From the subtle pressure Kelly was applying to Erik's knuckles, Erik knew he meant it.
When Jessica returned from the bathroom, she found Erik strangely silent. Soon after that, Erik went home to walk the dog, but he managed to slip Jessica his phone number first, ostensibly so he could get her free tickets to his play.
Time passed; Jessica and Kelly didn't work out; she called Erik to take him up on the free-tickets offer. Unbeknownst to her, Erik had used up all his comps by then, but he told her it was no problem to set up free tickets; she should come down to the theater that Friday, maybe they could go have a drink with the playwright after. Then Erik went out and hawked some used books to pay for it. So much for self-imposed bachelorhood.
Jessica showed up as promised, picked up her $65 "free" ticket, watched the play, and went out after with Erik, the playwright Arthur Kopit, and his wife, writer Leslie Garis. We got drunk, ate pie, and talked about theater and writing. Going from one cafe to another, we lingered behind Arthur and Leslie, talking to each other a mile a minute, overlapping, interrupting each other a lot.
Leslie told us later she'd eavesdropped on us as she and Arthur walked ahead, and that she went home that night so struck by the conversation that she wrote it down. We're still trying to get our hands on that transcriptwe have a feeling it might be embarrassing.
We spent the next month and a half or so starting to really like each other, being afraid of starting to really like each other, cataloging each other's strengths and weaknesses, trying to figure out how compatible we were, boring our friends.
One of the areas in which we were still feeling each other out was politics. We were both decidedly left of centerand maybe that was enough common groundbut we came from very different political backgrounds, and our approaches were, well, different. Erik had grown up in rural and suburban Minnesota, the grandson of a highway patrolman, the great-grandson of a judge. Minnesota is a progressive state with a strong populist streak, infused with the belief that if we elect honest, hardworking, good-hearted leaders, and work hard ourselves, things will turn out pretty much okay. Despite having run off to an East Coast acting school and the proverbial "big city" (his father actually used that phrase once) after graduation, when it came to politics, Erik was a child of Minnesota, a registered Democrat who balanced his populist bent with a lot of faith in the system.
Jessica, on the other hand, was the daughter of sixties lefties. Her parents had been early protesters of the Vietnam War, attended MLK's March on Washington, and helped found Vietnam Veterans Against the War. Jessica's mom is a movement educator with a background in modern dance and a devotion to progressive schooling; her dad is a jazz-piano-playing psychoanalyst. They moved to Washington, D.C., in the early eighties so Jessica's mom could expand her practice, and so Jessica's dad could put their family's ideals to work at the Veterans Administration, fighting to preserve benefits for Vietnam vets who'd more or less been discarded by their government, educating the public about the traumas caused by war. Jessica grew up amidst noisy political dinner-table conversation and was an obnoxiously outspoken vegetarian and feminist by seventh grade.
By the time she got to New York ten years later, she was helping organize politically minded artists, getting involved with prison-reform issues and participating in New York's famously lefty slam-poetry scene. She was still a vegetarian and a feminist, too, although hopefully less obnoxiously so than she had been in junior high. Erik, on the other hand, liked Slim Jims, teriyaki beef jerky, salami, and sardines.
Jessica's dragging Erik to an anti-death-penalty conference that February afternoon may have been some sort of subconscious test to see how he'd do around her radical friendsor maybe she just wanted the company. Either way, he showed up, curious and open-minded (and did just fine with her radical friends, thank you very much). The conference took place in the ornately carved chapel at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine and the beige, nondescript lecture halls of Columbia Law School. We shuffled between different workshops all day, discussing the case history of imprisoned writer Mumia Abu-Jamal, the role of artists in creating social change, the new report on the death penalty just released by Columbia University. Finally, we wound up at a workshop that, on the surface, looked similar to the others.
Freshly drawn permanent-marker arrows pointed us into yet another gray-and-tan lecture hall at Columbia Law; we sat down to learn about a group of Illinois men who had been dubbed the Death Row Ten, one of whom was a man named Leonard Kidd. We watched a news segment on the cases and heard a lecture that explained how Kidd's confessionalong with those of the other members of the Death Row Tenhad allegedly been tortured out of him by a police commander named Jon Burge. This wasn't just rumor or bad propaganda; it had been proven through an internal investigation by the Chicago PD, and an external investigation by Chicago newspapers. Burge, who had learned his "techniques" in Vietnam, had been fired (with pension), but Kiddwith little other evidence against him besides his "confession"still languished on death row, unable to get a new trial. Needless to say, we were disturbed by this information; but it seemed no different from more bad news in the paper, or an upsetting report on 20/20.
But then the call came through. The workshop organizers had arranged for Leonard Kidd to call their cell phone collect from the prison; the phone was hooked up to a speaker so Leonard could speak directly to the audience. His words hollowed out the room. He tried to control the quavering in his voice. He tried to reach out to us; you could hear it over the bad connection. You could hear his will. And his fear. Within moments, tears were streaming down our faces: here was this young man, trapped in an unbelievably tragic and terrifying situation. Not much older than us, likely innocent, caught in a system he and half a dozen lawyers couldn't find a way out of, waiting to be put to death for something he didn't do. Something happened, hearing his voice, right there, in the room, that took our experience out of the realm of newspaper-story, "isn't-that-terrible" abstraction, and into the realm of human empathywhere it belonged.
Soon, prison authorities got wise to the jerry-rigged phone call, and the line went dead. In the quiet afterward, Erik looked around the room. His distance from the activist "scene" gave him enough perspective to notice that everyone in the room was already an organizer or a defense attorney. They all knew these stories. They were the proverbial choir, being preached to. Moving as it was to hear Leonard speak, they were not the ones who really needed to have this experience. Annoyed and frustrated by this, Erik started writing notes to Jessica about it on her laptop. Soon we were writing back and forth to each other, brainstorming about how to get around the problem.
At first our brainstorms consisted mainly of complaining that people who didn't already sympathize would never put themselves in a situation where they'd have this kind of experience. Why should they think about it? It's too depressing. But then we started writing back and forth about what exactly "this kind of experience" was. Were we really only talking about getting people in a room where they would literally hear the voices of the wrongly convicted? Or were there other ways to create the same kind of emotional immediacy with the same kinds of stories? Then the conversation really opened up.
We knew something about how good theater could, if done right, allow an audience member to empathize with someone from completely different circumstances, family background, class, race. And we both were interested in documentary theater, a relatively new form being utilized most notably by Anna Deavere Smith, Moises Kaufman, Emily Mann, and Eve Ensler. Ideas, words, started to flash back and forth between us. Ensemble piece, monologues, not didactic. Real people's words. Somehow at the same time, we both arrived at the same idea: What if we found people who had been on death row who were innocent and made a play from their words?
It seemed a perfect way around, no...through all the problems we'd been discussing. A well-constructed play could attract audiences who had no political predisposition to the subject matter. If we did it right, we could bring in audiences with diverse points of viewsome people who agreed with us coming in the door, sure, but also people who didn't, and people who hadn't previously considered the issue. If we limited our subjects to those who had been on death rowthe most extreme, literally life-and-death storiesaudiences might attend the play for the dramatic value of the stories alone. And if we kept our focus on cases where people had been declared innocent by the system, then we could sidestep much of the polarized ethical debate that so often bogs down conversations about the death penalty and get right to the human issues involved.
We left the conference energized and set to work doing research. We knew from that first conversation that we wanted to create a documentary play, using the subjects' real words. We knew we wanted to limit our subject matter to people who had been on death row and who had been found innocent and released by the court system. But beyond that, we were starting from scratch.
Copyright (c) 2005 by Jessica Blank and Erik Jensen
What People are Saying About This
"Don't read this unless you're prepared to be saddened, encouraged, and changed."
"A compelling look at the intersection of art and real-life drama."
"Erik and Jessica's journey shows the power of the passionate, inquiring mind."
"[A] tale of courage and compassion that changed the face of criminal justice in America."
Mike Farrell, actor, president of Death Penalty Focus
Reading Group Guide
Jessica Blank and Erik Jensen
Questions and Topics For Discussion
1. While interviewing Dale, Jessica and Erik ask him what he dreamt about while in prison. "He looked us straight on and told us that he'd never dreamt when he was in there—never." (p. 42) What connections can be drawn between dreams and captivity? What do you think you would dream about if you were on death row?
2. Jessica and Erik found their meeting with Delbert quite inspiring. Delbert told them “he was a free man during his time inside (prison), too.” (p. 57) What parallels can be drawn about the mental strength and exercises that have allowed some exonerated individuals to maintain their psychological and emotional stability while in prison?
3. As in Henry’s case, the special issues and circumstances of those who may have cognitive issues often go unrecognized or ignored. Do you believe that a cognitively challenged or mentally retarded person should be tried equally as a “normal” person?
4. Both Jessica and Erik admit their backgrounds influenced their views on crime and justice. Do you think their beliefs had a negative effect, or did they make the couple more determined to write a balanced perspective?
5. How does race complicate the production of The Exonerated? In what ways does race affect the nation’s view on the death penalty and the integrity of the justice system? How does this make you feel?
6. Jessica and Erik were welcomed by some people, but shunned by others. Did the wide range of reactions surprise you? Why or why not?
7. About half of the exonerees’ stories were cut from the original reading. Would you have chosen differently? What story affected you the most and why?
8. Jessica and Erik discuss living in a post-9/11 world and how it changed the way we think about activism and revenge. How do you think this tragedy altered our views on justice?
9. What has the process of creating The Exonerated brought to Jessica and Erik’s relationship? In your experience, is it best to work with someone who has similar interests to yours, or someone completely different?
10. “God’s justice was like an arrow: it went straight to the heart and always achieved its objective. Man’s justice, he said, was none of those things. It was misguided and jealous and often caused more problems than it solved.” (p. 244) Do you agree with this statement? In what ways can a justice system cause more problems?
11. Jessica and Erik discuss rage and how this emotion severely hinders the way justice is properly carried out. Do you find there are any similarities between the rage a victim feels and the rage of the accused? How does this make you feel?
Tips to Enhance Your Book Club
1. Learn more about the TV movie The Exonerated at http://www.courttv.com/movie/ and the play at www.theexonerated.com/
2. Learn more about the death penalty. What interesting information did you find? Start here:
- Capital Punishment Statistics - www.ojp.usdoj.gov/bjs/cp.htm
- Death Penalty Information Center – www.deathpenaltyinfo.org
- Center on Wrongful Convictions - www.law.northwestern.edu/wrongfulconvictions/
- Innocence Project – www.innocenceproject.org
- Life after Exoneration Program - www.exonerated.org
3. There are many social and political issues that move us emotionally. Do you remember a time in your life when you’ve been called to action against such an issue? If so, share your story and any mementos from that time (pictures, flyers, buttons, etc.). If not, has Living Justice inspired you to generate awareness around a specific social or political issue?