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In 2012, Mariposa was sentenced to fifteen months in solitary confinement. Through letters with longtime friend and current collaborator, Julia Steele Allen, Mariposa brings her experiences to the stage. The Premier performance of Mariposa & the Saint was held in New York City in December of 2014. The play is now touring nationally.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n The following description was taken from an article written by Andrea Denhoed and first seen in The New Yorker.<\/strong><\/p>\n The two women met in 2005\u2014Fonseca was serving a twelve-year sentence, and Allen had been a prison-reform activist since the nineties. Her time spent volunteering with the California Coalition for Women Prisoners as a freshman at U.C. Santa Cruz led her to drop out of college and dedicate herself to activism full-time.<\/p>\n The writing of the play started out as a way to keep Fonseca\u2019s mind occupied. The two women had kept up a correspondence for several years and, after being placed in solitary, Fonseca asked Allen to send her some kind of art\u2014maybe poems or song lyrics\u2014to distract her from the total absence of distraction that is the point of solitary. Allen suggested that they work on a project together and began sending writing prompts\u2014What\u2019s your first memory? How did you get your name? She compiled Fonseca\u2019s responses into a script, which takes the form of a series of monologues, mostly starting like a letter: \u201cDear J.\u201d<\/p>\n The process of the writing is folded into the action of the (almost) one-woman show. \u201cI want you to know that this letter you just sent me really got my juices flowing,\u201d Mariposa says. \u201cI felt like we were in the same room bouncing ideas off each other! I like the thought of one actor \u2019cause it seems like people might be able to connect better, but, I was thinking, also? Maybe once in a while a person dressed as a C.O. could walk by. But they would have to have their face covered in a black hood or something, so you never saw the face. Just like a moving piece of scenery, a representation of this faceless machine.\u201d And the guard is there, although with a white, featureless mask, with only his eyes peering through, always straight ahead. He doesn\u2019t have any lines, but mostly sits in a chair on the side of the stage, so that you almost forget that he\u2019s there until he walks across silently, in heavy boots. Or, sometimes, he stands by Mariposa\u2019s cell (which is made of fabric blocks and starts out tiny and cramped, but expands and changes as she tells her story) and makes a loud thwacking sound by hitting the back of one hand against the other, then conducts a body search and passes a phantom meal into the cell. (The hand-slapping mimics a wordless code that guards use to communicate with inmates, hitting their sticks on the cell doors.) The interruptions go more or less unremarked on by Mariposa.<\/p>\n Mariposa says that she never really went to school, and taught herself to read while incarcerated, by memorizing long stretches of the dictionary. But Fonseca\u2019s writing is raw and accessible, and she portrays herself killing time by trying to shout through the vents at other inmates, or singing and dancing, between stretches of her backstory, which is grindingly difficult and traumatic. Allen is tall and strapping, with blond hair that is shaved on the sides. She plays Mariposa with a chin-out defiance that can occasionally tip into being overly strident\u2014a play about isolation might do well with more too-long pauses. But it is not really the writing, story, or performance that are primarily responsible for the play\u2019s unusual frisson but rather the sense of impossible proximity to a real person in what is, for many, an unreal situation\u2014that the play is not about being in solitary, but a dispatch from the lived experience of being there.<\/p>\n Prison reform is currently in the eye of the general public perhaps more than it has ever been. Publicized cases such as that of Kalief Browder\u2014a teen ager who\u00a0committed suicide<\/a>\u00a0after being held at Ricker\u2019s for\u00a0three years<\/a>\u00a0without being convicted of a crime (approximately two years of that time was in solitary)\u2014have led to demands for policy changes, while the show \u201cOrange is the New Black\u201d has brought the issue into popular culture. Earlier this year, Mohamedou Ould Slahi, a prisoner at Guant\u00e1namo Bay, published \u201cGuant\u00e1namo Diary,\u201d a censored but nonetheless revealing account of his time there. \u201cMariposa and the Saint\u201d exists in the same vein, except that her story, and her avenue for telling it, is not particularly high-profile or sexy, but represents a fairly average and widespread situation\u2014an estimated eighty thousand prisoners are held in solitary in the U.S. at any given time, often for extended periods of time and for minor violations, at the discretion of the guards. (Allen calls solitary confinement a \u201cgateway issue\u201d for wider understanding of prison reform.)<\/p>\n The audience is told at the beginning of \u201cMariposa and the Saint\u201d about the violation that landed Mariposa in the Solitary Housing Unit, or\u00a0SHU<\/small>(pronounced \u201cshoe\u201d as viewers of \u201cOrange Is the New Black\u201d will know): she was found in possession of tweezers, \u201ca class-A weapon.\u201d There\u2019s a much longer wait to discover what crime sent her to prison in the first place. To get there, we go through her family, her childhood, her own children, her financial situation, her psychological deterioration after a long period in solitary\u2014which leaves her shaky, confused, and desperate\u2014and by the time we arrive at the crime, the idea of weighing the degree of her guilt and the concept of \u201cdeserving it\u201d seem beside the point. The play presents solitary confinement as a particularly egregious failure on the part of the prison system to approach prisoners\u2014not just the good and the innocent but also the guilty and the bad\u2014as complete human beings, as though some transgressions can reduce people to symbols of guilt, to be punished. It throws the definition of \u201cinhumane\u201d into relief.<\/p>\n Toward the end of the play, just before Mariposa is scheduled to be released from solitary, she is sentenced to another year in the\u00a0SHU<\/small>, because of a complicated technicality arising from the constant shuffling around of inmates in California\u2019s overcrowded prisons. This elicited an audible gasp from the audience, which I think had less to do with the particulars of Mariposa\u2019s story as it did with the experience of having sat in contemplation of indefinite isolation.<\/p>\n Fonseca is still incarcerated, currently in a psych unit. (Psychological problems often crop up during, or are exacerbated by, long stints in solitary.) At the end of the show, audience members are offered pre-addressed postcards that they could use to write to her. It\u2019s a bit of a shock to think that communicating with Fonseca could be as easy as that. It\u2019s one thing to be reminded that people somewhere are suffering, but it can be hard to comprehend the fact that those people exist in the same dimension that we do, and might have something to do with us. There was a point early in the play when Mariposa sat on the edge of the stage and said, \u201cA question I have for the normal. You said I could ask them anything, right? If you were suddenly ripped from your life, with no access to the world, nothing, no one to help you\u2014what would you mourn? What would you ache for? You can answer.\u201d Requests for audience participation usually elicit a charged silence, but this one seemed to bring extra static into the room because the actor onstage was an avatar for a live person who was really asking these questions in a small room, far away, and who was someone that you might actually talk to.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In 2012, Mariposa was sentenced to fifteen months in solitary confinement. 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