To Those Who Does Not Know The

Suppose They Gave A War, And Nobody Came? Why Then, The War Would Come To You!

It Is Not Enough To Demand Insight And Informative Images Of Reality From The Theater. Our Theater Must Stimulate A Desire For Understanding, A Delight In Changing Reality. Our Audience Must Experience Not Only The Ways To Free Prometheus, But Be Schooled In The Very Desire To Free Him. Theater Must Teach All The Pleasures And Joys Of Discovery, All The Feelings Of Triumph Associated With Liberation.

The Worst Illiterate Is The Political Illiterate. He Hears Nothing, Sees Nothing, Takes No Part In Political Life. He Doesn't Seem To Know That The Cost Of Living, The Price Of Beans, Of Flour, Of Rent, Of Medicines All Depend On Political Decisions. He Even Prides Himself On His Political Ignorance, Sticks Out His Chest And Says He Hates Politics. He Doesn't Know, The Imbecile, That From His Political Non-participation Comes The Prostitute, The Abandoned Child, The Robber And, Worst Of All, Corrupt Officials, The Lackeys Of Exploitative Multinational Corporations.

When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

What They Could Do With 'round Here Is A Good War. What Else Can You Expect With Peace Running Wild All Over The Place? You Know What The Trouble With Peace Is? No Organization.