It’s rare that all elements of a production (writing / acting / directing / design)
come together as perfectly as they do in East West Players’ world premiere
production of Jeanne Sakata’s Dawn’s Light: The Journey of Gordon Hirabayashi.
That this production not only engrosses, entertains, and moves an audience but
also educates and informs them as well makes it a must-see.

Gordon Hirabayashi is a little known figure in one of the darkest chapters of
American history, the unjust World War II internment of more than 80,000 United
States citizens (and an additional 40,000 or so U.S. residents), simply because of
their race=Japanese. It was not until decades later that the U.S. government
apologized for this injustice and made financial reparations to surviving internees.

Hirabayashi was a U.S. born citizen in his early twenties when the Japanese
attacked Pearl Harbor. Rather than join his family in an internment camp far from
their Washington home, Hirabayashi, a Quaker, refused to submit to orders that he
considered unconstitutional. Hirabayashi’s case eventually went to the U.S.
Supreme Court which (astounding as it seems) decided unanimously against him.

Award-winning actress Jeanne Sakata was so moved by Hirabayashi’s story that
she set out on an odyssey which led to her writing this amazing one-actor play
about his life.  Working together with the brilliant director Jessica Kubzansky and
with Ryun Yu, one of the finest Asian American actors around, Sakata and her
colleagues fashioned a gripping, suspenseful, yet also frequently funny play which
honors Hirabayashi’s battles and celebrates his ultimate victory.

Yu does absolutely stunning work as Gordon.  We first see him as an older man,
wearing a bow tie and a too tight sport jacket.  Then, as he begins to tell his story,
Yu transforms himself into a young man of another era, hair slicked back, wearing
sweater, necktie, and horned rim glasses, a polite and gentle man for whom
“Jeepers!” was about the strongest swear word in his vocabulary.

We learn of the first moment that Gordon realized that he was “other,” looking at
a friend as they took a bath in his family’s Japanese-style outdoor “ofuro.”
Prejudice against Asian Americans was everywhere.  Signs announced “No Japs
allowed,” and once, when Gordon had dared to question what a Caucasian man
had said, he was told by his family, “You must never never again speak that way
to a white man.”

At the University of Washington, Gordon met a cute blonde named Esther
Schmoe (whom he eventually married) while “majoring in extracurricular
activities” and developing a social consciousness. A trip to New York City opened
his eyes to a world without prejudice. Whereas at home his whole life was ruled by
where he could or could not go, in New York there were no bigoted signs on doors. 
“I’d finally joined the human race,” Gordon tells us.

When World War II broke out, Gordon felt sure that his family would be protected
by the Unites States Constitution, “because we’re American citizens.”  How wrong
he was.  “Overnight, our faces had become the faces of the enemy.” Everyone
with 1/16 or more Japanese blood was considered Japanese. Families were forced
to sell all their possessions, leave their homes, and be taken to hot and dusty
camps where they lived behind barbed wire and slept in horses’ stalls.

Yu not only portrays Gordon, but the cast of characters who were part of his life,
Yu’s voice changing, taking on various tones and accents.  When he speaks
Japanese, his pronunciation is impeccable, as are the various foreign and
American dialects he gives his English speakers. We meet Gordon’s first-generation
parents, his college roommate, the lawyers on both sides of Gordon’s case, as well
as some Hopi Indians he met in jail. In one very amusing sequence (amusing
because of the irony of the situation), Yu becomes the Arizona prison boss who
told Gordon to take in a movie and come back later once they’d located his
missing papers, this after Gordon had hitchhiked down to Arizona to serve his
sentence.  (Incredibly, the government—the same government which considered
him a criminal—trusted him to do that!)

Yu’s superb work is clearly a collaboration with director Kubzansky. No actor could
give a 95 minute performance of the caliber of Yu’s without the input, guidance,
and insight of a director of Kubzansky’s imagination and sensitivity.  The two had
the advantage of playwright Sakata’s presence as they shaped not only Yu’s
performance but Sakata’s exquisite work itself.

The design team for Dawn’s Light is in a word—magnificent. Maiko Nezu’s set is
deceptively simple, an almost empty stage with two chairs on it, but a sliding
panel halfway upstage works wonders. When slid all the way onto the stage, it
suggests the claustrophobic atmosphere of a jail cell, and when slid completely off
stage, it suggests the openness of the Arizona desert. Nezu’s projection design
utilizes mostly black and white images on the rear wall and sliding panel,
photographs of the era as well as abstract shapes. At times, words are projected
there—the opening lines of the Constitution as the play begins, instructions to
Japanese internees, bigoted anti-Japanese signs, etc.  Jeremy Pivnick, whom I
finally had the pleasure to meet, once again proves why he’s in the tiptop echelon
of lighting designers, his work enhancing Nezu’s to the extent that one often
wonders where one’s ends and the other’s begins. Soojin Lee had only one actor
to costume, but she has done so flawlessly, the addition or subtraction of a jacket
or sweater or shirt telling much about where Gordon found himself at each point in
his life.

Finally, there is John Zalewski’s sound design.  For some productions, sound design
may mean just the ringing of a phone, or insuring that an orchestra doesn’t
overpower singers. Here, it is as evocative and essential as the set, projection, and
lighting designs.  There are the sounds of a Manhattan street, the ticking of a
clock, thunder, news reports, jitterbug music, crickets, night sounds, birds, and eerie
mood setting sounds each perfectly chosen and mixed.

In the final analysis, Dawn’s Light is far more than just a “solo performance.”  It is a
beautiful full length play, which happens to require only one actor, but a play
which brings the past vividly alive and which resonates especially strongly in these
days when anyone looking vaguely Middle Eastern can be the victim of “racial
profiling.”  Ultimately, it is the powerful and moving story of one man who, in his
own words, “could not give up on the Constitution,” a man who became as much
a hero as any who fought in the war which brought on the crime against
humanity which Gordon Hirabayashi fought so bravely against.

David Henry Hwang Theater, 120 N. Judge John Aiso St., L.A.  Through December
2. Wednesdays through Saturdays @ 8:00, Sunday @ 2:00. Box office: 213-625-7000

--Steven Stanley
     November 7, 2007

                                                               Photos: Michael Lamont