Abortion and reproductive rights have been major issues throughout my life from the pre-Roe days to the calamitous post-Roe days I’d hoped never to see. I was really looking forward to seeing TITLE X.
Julie Proudfood *she/her wrote TITLE X in 2020 in response to then-President Trump’s 2019 gag order. The Title X Family Planning Program, created in 1970, required family planning clinics to provide pregnant women with three nondirective counseling protocols: referral for adoption, for prenatal care, and for abortion services. Trump’s 2019 directive prohibited any clinics receiving federal funding (virtually all clinics, including Planned Parenthood) from presenting pregnant women with Option #3.
As heinous as this directive was, Proudfoot clearly saw that it was neither sudden nor isolated, but part of (and not the end of) the steady disintegration of the women’s rights hard-won in the 1960’s and 70’s. Proudfood intended TITLE X to educate and motivate people to ‘fight, rally, organize, vote, and dismantle’ this ongoing far-right agenda to return women and nonbinary people to the place decreed for them by God: barefoot, pregnant, and kitchen-bound.
The format of TITLE X, co-directed by Proudfoot and Willow James *he/his (also Sound Designer) is intriguing. The entire cast of eight characters is played by two actors – Melanie McNulty *she/her and Kaitlyn Cheng *she/her – in alternating scenarios: a 17-year-old in 1978 awaiting results of her pregnancy test; a religious lobbyist addressing Congress in 2019; a Right to Lifer-er in 1988 protesting in front of an abortion clinic.
And there Proudfoot stops. Not the play; it continues through several more scenarios, but the scenarios stop directly concerning abortion: an asylum officer at the Mexican border, a woman who’s just won a sexual harassment suit against her boss (with all the attendant ignominy and anguish); a woman describing an argument with her (female) partner. The final scene does return to Rachel (from the first scene), now grown, expressing her joy at having decided to have the abortion; I appreciate this attention to the Right-to-Lifer’s assumption that women will be deranged with remorse for their decision to abort.
OK, they’re all women’s issues, all relevant, vital women’s issues, but the name of the play is TITLE X, not “Women’s Issues”. Disappointing – and a damned shame, as everyone’s work is absolutely stellar. McNulty and Cheng are brilliant, slipping into disparate characters as easily as changing Jessica VanWinkle’s *she/her excellent costumes. Charlotte Lastrashe/her multi-tasks well as Set & Props Designer and Stage Manager. I’ve already praised Ben F. Locke’s *he/his casting. Lighting and Projections Designer Sam Stephen *th/th makes the most of their interesting role, using lights and projected images to further define each of the disparate characters.
In summary, TITLE X is an outstanding play, well-written, skillfully produced, and superbly acted. It is not, however, the Clarion Call to Action that I hoped for, and that we so desperately need.
