To Sir, With Love (Stage Version) (NHB Modern Plays)
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Ricky Braithwaite, an ex-RAF fighter pilot and Cambridge graduate, arrives in London in 1948. Despite his First Class degree in electronic engineering he is turned down for job after job in his chosen profession and discovers the reality of life as a black man in post-war England. Taking the only job he can get, Ricky begins his first teaching post, in a tough but progressive East End school.
Supported by an enlightened headmaster, the determined teacher turns teenage rebelliousness into self-respect, contempt into consideration and hate into love, and on the way, Ricky himself learns that he has more in common with his students than he had realised.
'funny and tough... an unlikely tale, beautifully told' - Express
'stark and engaging... a poetic period piece' - Whatsonstage.com
'a clever re-working... beautifully judged with warmth and a lot of humour' - British Theatre Guide
E. R. Braithwaite
E. R. Braithwaite was born in British Guiana (now Guyana) in 1912. Educated at the City College of New York and the University of Cambridge, he served in the Royal Air Force during World War II. Braithwaite spent 1950 to 1960 in London, first as a schoolteacher and then as a welfare worker—experiences he described in To Sir, With Love and Paid Servant, respectively. In 1966 he was appointed Guyana’s ambassador and permanent representative to the United Nations. He also held positions at the World Veterans Federation and UNESCO, was a professor of English at New York University’s Institute for Afro-American Affairs, taught creative writing at Howard University, and was the author of five nonfiction books and two novels. He passed away in 2016 at the age of 104.
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To Sir, With Love (Stage Version) (NHB Modern Plays) - E. R. Braithwaite
ACT ONE
London 1948
Scene One
The staffroom of a large Victorian school in the East End of London, 1948. The room is untidy, filled with books, odd bits of sports equipment, coats and bags. There is a torn poster from the 1948 Olympics. The mantelpiece is loaded with cups. A door to the side leads off to a toilet. In the centre of the room, a large table covered with newspapers and magazines. Various armchairs are placed around in no particular order. We can hear the sounds of children from the playground. A small coffee table has been turned over. VIVIENNE CLINTRIDGE is on her hands and knees picking up some broken crockery. GILLIAN BLANCHARD is mopping the floor. HUMPHREY WESTON is sat in an armchair, legs hooked over the arm; watching the women clean, he is lighting a pipe.
Enter MR LEON FLORIAN. In the background we can hear children shouting an un-cherubic version of ‘We are the Ovaltineys’.
MR FLORIAN. I’ve just been informed. Was it ugly?
WESTON. Let’s say I don’t think we’ll be seeing our esteemed colleague amongst these hallowed halls of enlightenment again.
MR FLORIAN. Is he still around? Maybe I could talk to him.
CLINTY. It’s gone quite beyond that, I’m afraid.
GILLIAN. And he seemed such a quiet sort of chap.
WESTON. He’ll have reached divisional office by now. Demanding a more salubrious relocation. Listen to those obnoxious little toads!
We can hear the senior class shouting ‘The Ovaltineys’ theme.
WESTON. Bloody Eviltineys more like!
CLINTY. He seemed perfectly fine this morning. Did you upset him, Weston?
WESTON. Me? I’m shocked you should even think that way, Clinty. I barely said a word to the man. He walked in. Sat in that chair and the next thing I know, he went completely doolally tap. Ranting and raving like a madman.
GILLIAN. I offered him a coffee.
WESTON. That’d be it then. It’s your fault. He drinks tea. ‘White, weak, half-sugared.’ Very particular was our Mr Hackman. If you get my drift.
MR FLORIAN. Really, Mr Weston –
WESTON. Let’s face it, Headmaster. The man just wasn’t man enough to deal with that class. Christ! The Waffen SS would be hard pushed!
MR FLORIAN. Mr Weston, I know it’s your free period after break but could you –
WESTON. No, I could not. It’s bad enough dealing with my own little monsters without taking on board their delinquent elder siblings.
CLINTY. That’s the Dunkirk spirit, Weston.
WESTON. I wouldn’t touch them with a six-foot pole or a Yugoslav for that matter.
CLINTY. I’ll bring them over into mine. They won’t mess with me.
MR FLORIAN. Thank you so much, Miss Clintridge. It’ll just be for the first period, then I’ll take over for the rest of the day. I’d take them myself now, only I’ve a meeting with the education office.
WESTON. More bad news on the horizon?
MR FLORIAN. I certainly hope not, Mr Weston. But they do like to keep abreast of the way we work here.
WESTON. Not going to be too happy with the Hackman episode then, are they?
MR FLORIAN. It’s nothing that doesn’t happen at any other school in the country.
GILLIAN heads off to the toilet through the door by the fireplace.
WESTON. Only it happens here with such alarming regularity.
CLINTY. Do get to your point, Weston.
WESTON. I’m merely saying that if there were more discipline in the classroom, we’d have firmer control over the children, which in turn would put a halt to the hysterical happenings of this morning repeating themselves.
CLINTY. Spare the rod, spoil the child?
WESTON. Well, at least we’d all know exactly where we stood. Them as well as us. It’s just as important for them to understand the parameters.
MR FLORIAN. You know my thoughts on corporal punishment, Mr Weston.
WESTON. Yes, Headmaster. But when it comes to running a classroom there has to be some rules.
MR FLORIAN (good-naturedly). Ahh, rules. But to what purpose, Mr Weston. To what end? Who gains more from rules you or the children? To rule, Mr Weston. You want to rule in your classroom? Do you want to be king of all you survey?
WESTON. No, Headmaster, I’m merely pointing out that –
MR FLORIAN. We must be careful of rules; rules have a way of ruling. These children are surrounded by rules, their whole –
There is a knock on the door.
Enter! Their whole lives, from the –
The door opens and standing there is RICARDO BRAITHWAITE, a black, thirty-one-year-old West Indian. He’s dressed smartly in his demob suit. Everyone turns and stares at him.
Good heavens, Mr Braithwaite. I’d quite forgotten about you in all the excitement. Come in, come in, my dear fellow. Everyone, this is Mr Braithwaite. He’s come to take a look at us – the school that is – with the prospect of joining our ranks if we pass muster.
All smile encouragingly to him. All except WESTON.
WESTON. Another sheep to the slaughter. Or should that be a black sheep?
No one says anything. The comment hangs in the air until the silence is broken by the school bell. Everyone starts to head out of the door.
MR FLORIAN. Always the way, I’m afraid, Braithwaite. Little matter! You can meet them all properly at lunch. Meanwhile, I too must abandon you. But do have a wander about the place. I’ll join you just as soon as I can, then maybe we can have a chat about what you think of us. If indeed we are your cup of tea – no pressure. No pressure at all. Though I might add we suddenly find ourselves bereft of another member of staff – again. Rather careless I know, but these things happen. But as I said, no pressure. Tea in the urn! Cheerio!
MR FLORIAN heads out of the door. Leaving RICK alone in the staffroom. He looks about the room. He walks over to the window and looks out. He goes over to the table and flicks a few pages of a paper. He just stands there not knowing what to do with himself. We hear a toilet flush. GILLIAN comes in and jumps when she sees RICK.
GILLIAN. Arrrh!… I’m sorry you startled me –
RICK smiles and proffers his hand.
RICK. Ricardo Braithwaite.
She takes it and shakes it rather too enthusiastically.
GILLIAN. Gillian, I’m Gillian Blanchard. Lovely to meet you.
RICK has to pull his hand away gently.
Sorry…
Pause. They look at each other. He smiles.
RICK. I’m here to look at the school.
GILLIAN. Ah – you’re from the divisional office, come to check up on us.
RICK looks confused.