A play on words dies because of its language

Columbia College Chicago has a rich and deep history in respecting all walks of life: all races, genders, creed, and colors of people. It has no problem with any student as long as they come to school to learn and work.
The theater Department is like a mini version of the school in the regards that it is blessed with just as a divers make up of students. What Columbia does right with such a divers talent pool is make sure that the theater season is well suited across the board and reflective of all its students. The shows might not make a statement together but you are able to see a wider variety of students in a single semester than you might be able to during the whole Broadway season.
Each year Columbia is the proud sponsor of the Ted Ward young black playwright competition that the winner is then produced is the spring semester.
A great illustration of ethnic variety was found in a poor winner this year: Ten Square. It was a shame watching these actors try to give it their all on such a pile of racial badgering. Granted the show was picked before we had renewed spirit in our country, but it still doesn’t justify why Columbia would pick such a show to begin with. This is one of those times when “WHY” was not asked. It divides more than it brings people together.
A new social contract has been negotiated in America. The reparations movement has led to separate and unequal city-states across the country. The city-state of 
South Chicago, ten square miles of real estate, is inhabited by two million 'citizens' and is protected by a wall which is patrolled by Motherland Security and buffered by a one hundred yard kill zone. "It's not a history I created, it's out of textbooks. Cuba, Indians being forced onto reservations, the splitting of Germany, it's all there," Shepsu Aakhu. Andrea J. Dymond
 and her “young” team tries really hard to give us the black experience but proves hate runs both ways.
The script was a sign of bad things to come and the characters were stereotypical and forgettable. I felt uncomfortable sitting as a white student in the audience getting told that it was me who pushed the racial inequalities to the point of no return and I should turn around bend over and take it for the next two hours. The stage didn’t even present us with an interesting picture. The only saving grace of the show was actor Jarren Marell and his part as the Sandman. The sand man is based loosely around the idea of Zen garden keepers, however this character is a black elderly Japanese man living in Chicago and is constantly called a lazy ass black motherfucker. This was the type of show that left me with a bad taste in my mouth. I could have skipped it and been more cultured for it.