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The Little Revolution
By: Tamara Peachy

Cast List
Rachel Linheart
Daniel White
Peter Lock
Alex Dalve

ACT 1
SCENE 1


Low-end studio apartment in Washington DC. Room is cluttered with Pro-Life protest signs, and Pro-Life flyers are stacked on the desk and coffee table. RACHEL is sitting at the desk, typing on a laptop computer. DANIEL is using a stencil to create another Pro-Life sign that will read: If It’s Not A Baby, Then You’re Not Pregnant.

Rachel:
(Stops typing)
It’s useless. I’m useless.
DANIEL:
You’re not useless.
Rachel:
I’ll just summarize my thoughts in a flowery tweet. Who needs a lengthy article?
DANIEL:
(Annoyed)
Not the twitter argument again.
Rachel:
Who wants to read a brainy article about injustice when one can read a Facebook status about farts?
DANIEL:
You are delusional. There are thousands of intellectual activists salivating for a tantalizing read.
Rachel:
You live in an activist bubble.
DANIEL:
A what?
Rachel:
An activist bubble. All your friends rage at injustice, but you ignore the fact that the youtube generation is apathetic and nearly unconscious. They are watching Brittany Spears dance with a snake.
DANIEL:
Even my activist friends are watching that.
Rachel:
You’re sick.
DANIEL:
It was a joke, Rachel. Laugh.
(Pause)
Last night, all you could talk about was Margaret Sanger and the repercussions of her work with birth control. You told me people must be held accountable for their actions, no matter what their motivations. You knew this article would change people’s perspective. You couldn’t wait to write it. What changed?
Rachel:
I woke up the next morning. I know the majority of people won’t read it. They don’t care, Danny. They don’t have the motivation or the drive to process the atrocity. They don’t even know the definition for infanticide. They don’t want to think about it.
DANIEL:
Don’t rob them of the opportunity. Just write it. Stop worrying about who will read it and who won’t.
Rachel:
Fine. I’ll write the article. After I send this flowery tweet.
(Types on Computer)
 “Dear American Public, you murder unborn babies. I hate you all.”
(Presses enter key)
Send!
(Laughs to herself)
DANIEL:
(Sarcastically)
That will win them over.

(Knock at the door. DANIEL looks through the door’s peephole and unlocks the door’s various locks, including a bolt. PETER barges in)

PETER:
Adam Groderman has done it again! Let me read you this quote from the Project Paper! Rachel is “a weepy prophet who is too emotionally charged to see the issue rationally.”
(Rachel is noticeably angered)
DANIEL:
(Goes to her)
Rachel, stay calm. The Project Paper is an insignificant college newspaper. I think only 23% of the student body even reads it.
RACHEL:
Peter read it. He isn’t even a part of the student body.
DANIEL:
Peter reads everything from everywhere by everybody.
PETER:
It is essential to stay cultured by processing an amalgamation of varying points by immersing oneself in samples of scholarship with minute levels of circulation.
DANIEL:
(Gives PETER a look of disgust)
Peter! You’re doing it again. You didn’t just spout out that sentence to teach us something. You’re just trying to impress us by sounding astute. You know that drives me crazy. Rachel and I are trying to have a civilized spat. Don’t interrupt. Rachel, continue.
RACHEL:
Adam Groderman is an egotistical reincarnation of Hitler! A pampered two-year-old who acts like Chucky. He needs to be held accountable for his words.
(After some thought)
We need to have an official debate.
PETER:
That’s a great idea!
DANIEL:
That’s a horrible idea. Can’t you see she wants blood?
RACHEL:
We can have it on the college campus. If the college newspaper covered the rally, the campus might be open to hosting the debate.
DANIEL:
Rachel, you need to write your article. Bicker with Adam some other time.
RACHEL:
Adam can’t just throw words around and not face retribution. I should be able to defend myself.
DANIEL:
Defend yourself? To Adam! So he said you were “a weepy prophet” So he said you were “too emotionally involved”. Those are accurate compliments. Adam is the one who is detached. Adam remains calm and composed. You go insane.
(Beat)
It’s slaughter, Rachel. You should be emotionally involved. But, don’t waste your breath on Adam. He’s a hard head. Write your article for those who are wrestling with their conscious. We don’t have the money or the time to organize another debate to argue with someone who won’t budge. We need to focus on those who will listen - for those who are malleable.
RACHEL:
(Playfully dejected)
We can’t convert Hitler?
DANIEL:
 Nope.
(With youthful enthusiasm)
However, we can reach those under his influence - with information.
(Returns to stenciling the sign)
PETER:
I still love a good debate with a hard head.
DANIEL:
That is because you don’t respect results like I do. You worship the intensity of truth battling with a lie, even when that battle rages with no culmination. The thrashing of words stirs your adrenaline. However, it does nothing to change our society. A riveting debate that falls on deaf ears, in my mind, is senseless.
RACHEL:
(Seizing this opportunity)
And an intellectual article written about Margaret Sanger presented to a generation who sings Justin Bieber lyrics is just as senseless.
DANIEL:
That isn’t the same thing.
RACHEL:
Yes it is Daniel. Deaf ears. It is the same argument.
DANIEL:
It is not the same argument. Your article will be available on the Internet. Search engines use algorithms that cater to the users’ social demographics. Your audience is already filtered for you. Those who come across your article will be receptive scholars and activists. They will want to hear what you have to say and will appreciate your astuteness.
RACHEL:
We can’t ignore the lazy Facebookers! Or the Wikipedia researchers! The tweens will be receptive to our message. We just need to use their language.
DANIEL:
We are limiting our audience to the impressionable scholar because we, as a group, decided they influence the sectors of society that need to be changed. Let the youtube generation skim over our article link and click the porn advertisement. It isn’t our concern. Out target audience is the receptive scholar.
RACHEL:
I know that is what we decided, but…
DANIEL:
If we target a larger audience, we will compromise our message. You aren’t willing to do that. None of us are willing to do that. We met together as a group and decided,
(Speaks the next phrase with exhaustion)
“We couldn’t afford to taint the message to captivate a broader audience.”
(Looks to PETER)
Wasn’t that the exact phrasing?
PETER
(In jest)
Yeah. I think we argued more about the phrasing than the actual philosophy behind our motive.
RACHEL:
(Becomes more somber)
I know we are supposed to avoid spiritual jargon when we…
PETER:
Uh oh.
DANIEL:
Rachel! If you want to limit your audience, start talking about spirituality!
RACHEL:
I have no religious affiliations. You know that. I approach this subject from a purely scientific and political perspective. But, today, as I was ruminating over my article, which you are pressuring me to write, I just felt this urgency to reach people who aren’t as intellectual as us. It felt like it came from my soul, I guess. If that even explains it.
PETER:
(Mocking)
Your soul told you to reach out to a broader, less educated audience?
RACHEL:
I don’t think it was exactly “my soul”. I don’t have a descriptor for the experience because it was foreign to me. But, it doesn’t really need an explanation. All I know is: we need to rally the apathetic, overstimulated tween.
DANIEL:
What will they do with the information? Nothing. They will return to playing angry birds on their cell phones. We need to influence lawyers, doctors, scientists, and…
RACHEL:
and our future teen mothers and those impregnating bad boys.
PETER:
That is a valid point.
DANIEL:
We don’t speak their language, Rach. It would be like a gorilla talking with a fish.
RACHEL:
We are researchers. The fashionable research topic of the sociological and psychological world is investigating the Internet’s relationship with the youth. There is vast material to help us understand their culture and thereby influence them.
PETER:
I’m with you Rachel. I love a good challenge. It will give me a reason to flex my anthropological muscles.
DANIEL:
Our work won’t last for generations if it is demeaned. There is no honor in what you are suggesting. I’m done arguing about this. I’m going to the grocery. I need to restock my fridge. I’ll come by to finish the sign tomorrow.
RACHEL:
You are such an introvert. You always avoid spontaneous confrontation. You say a few rehearsed statements and then you exit the building to plot your next profound statement. Go! Enjoy yourself. Find solace in your loneliness and avoid everyone around you.
DANIEL:
Thank you Doctor Rachel Lineheart. I will be sure to pay the receptionist on my way out. It is good to know you put your college degree in human behavior to work. Now write the article and stop wasting your breath on a hard head like me.
(Exits the door)

Scene 2
The next day at 4:00am. Peter and Rachel have been up all night working on the article. Peter is lying on the couch. Rachel is sitting at the computer.

Rachel:
(Exhausted from a long night)
I really appreciate you helping me out with this, Peter. I think having a man’s perspective will control my bias. Not that I am bias or anything. But, it could help protect me from any accusations.
Peter:
Anything I can do to help.

Rachel:
I still think the introduction is more potent than the conclusion.
Peter:
(Yawn) Yes Yes
Rachel:
(Reading section outloud) Abortion is no longer an issue of privacy because technology has given us a non-evasive way to monitor the unborn fetus. (To Peter) You still think the word “fetus” is the proper descriptor? (Pause) Peter?
Peter
Rachel, we don’t want to offend them with language. We need to focus on our central argument. We can’t give them an escape through offense.
Rachel:
You’re right. You’re right.
Peter
As always. When did you say Alex would get here?
Rachel:
She promised to bring us breakfast. It’s 4:00 now,  so she should be here in the next few hours.
Peter:
She is such a good cook.
Rachel:
She is a good cook. She is also researching why men seem to have shorter lifespans than females.



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