Petite Dames

Set on a plantation in Louisiana in late 1865. A plantation that, in some unexplained fashion, had ended up as a refuge for slaves who had escaped from their owners and had hidden there until emancipation. And were now charting out their new lives, now that they could come out of hiding.
The play was charitable towards whites, which was kind. But not totally believable. I know that it's unfair to compare the time just before reconstruction with the time that came after it, but I have problems accepting that a white person in Louisiana in 1865 would accept interracial marriage, or honestly consider that a black person might be his equal.
Matter is Mother

Set on a garbage-strewn beach at a ritzy time-share resort. A series of vignettes in which the monologist became, in turn, a beer-guzzling dad, a resort maid, a realtor, a tourist, a small child, a soulless materialist inside the belly of the beast, and, finally, the beast herself - the Ur-Mother, who spawned all life, and now spends all of her time gobbling down all of the garbage that we dump in the ocean, as well as all of the worst parts of ourselves.
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