by Downtown Art
A street musical / rock opera based on the 1902 Kosher Meat boycott led by Lower East Side women. The strike by Jewish immigrant women to protest the high price of meat became a role for community organizing and broadened the conversation about the power of informal neighborhood networks. More about the boycott HERE.
‘The Great Struggle for Cheap Meat’ was written and directed by Ryan Gilliam, composed by Michael Hickey. Premiere cast of teen girl included Jamila Amanfu, Alma Moos Nunez, Juliette Rochard, Annaliese Rozos, Elise Ruiz, Marisol Sharpe, Tatiana Torres, Io Weiss, Lena Williamson-Diaz, and Yelena Virovlyanskaya. Musicians: Laszlo Horvath, Mike Hickey, Robby Jenkins, and Dakota Peterson.
Below are excerpts from the lyrics, photos from the original production, song recordings, and links to the libretto and program.
SCENE 5: EIGHTEEN CENTS A POUND
Mrs. Peskin, Mrs. Schatzburg,
Mrs. Ghilman, Block, Levine
Mrs. Levy, Mrs. Jaffe
Hello Mrs. Finkelstein!
Good day ladies, such nice sunshine
not a bit cold anymore
So tell me, I am listening
What can I do you for?
You want brisket, bit of liver
Something savory for a stew?
Tell me, ladies, ‘cause I’m all ears
What can I do for you?
Wait a minute, I’m now reading
But my eyes they can’t be right
Now I’m blinking, but I see it
Is it something with the light?
Eighteen cents for a pound of kosher beef?
Last year, it was twelve
Last month, fourteen
I’m feeling weak, better give me a chair
This is kosher beef for a millionaire
Who can pay? Who can pay?
Eighteen cents for one little pound?
Diamonds its made of?
Ladies, listen, in the papers
You can read that beef is dear
There’s no corn to feed the cattle
There’s a lot less, not just here
Everywhere in America, beef is dear
At eighteen cents? Eighteen cents?
Well, only for kosher.
Oh, we see, your eighteen cents
is only for kosher! Only for kosher!
Kosher costs more.
We’ve heard that before!
In Russia, we heard it –
The csar made a tax.
Kosher costs more.
We’ve heard that before.
The rabbis, the rules, the special procedures cost extra
The market, it’s got to be paid
Supply and demand, our business, our trade..
Well, kosher costs more
You look at me funny – Don’t walk out the door!
Eighteen cents! Eighteen cents a pound!
We have no control, our margins are small
Our profits, they’re tiny, it’s not us at all. It’s them!
The uptown wholesalers
The Meat Trust?
Sure, you can call them that
They’re big enough, not hurting for money
We buy from them, but they set the price
Ship in the cattle, slaughter the beef
Hire the rabbis, make it all kosher. It’s them!
But, you sell the beef, you can’t let it stand
Can’t just roll over, you gotta demand
Those uptown wholesalers
Those all right-nik jews
How many eat kosher?
How many can choose –
to forget about hunger, forget about fair
forget about everything now that they’re there?
Now, now, we’re all Jewish
Maybe, maybe not
There’s Jewish and Jewish
and some who forgot.
Let’s all keep our heads
Keep our heads? Keep your beef!
Keep your brisket, your short ribs, your lungs and your liver!
Keep this and keep that!
I’m gonna buy fish!
I don’t plan to come back!
SCENE 11: THE PROMISE
Our husbands work hard to bring a few cents in the house.
It’s on us to spend as little as we can.
Who can pay? Who can pay these prices?
Did we come so far for this?
Come to America – eat more cabbage?
Come to America – swallow our pride?
Come to America – be left behind?
Left behind ‘cause we keep kosher?
No. No. No.
When I was a girl – before the big ship,
Before the choppy and frightening sea –
When I was a girl, though it made Mama cry
there were days of hunger
We had a bit but not much more
and Papa would scowl and pull the plow
but still there were days of hunger
When I was a girl, we came to this place
Spent, scared and sick
Up the stairs, the endless stairs
Our new home…
but what could I see in the dark?
So I wept.
I threw myself down and I wept
Yet I was a girl and it’s hard to despair
when you’re still so young and hungry
Come to table, Mama said, candles are lit
And now I could see, I could see why
We’d left behind the fresh smelling fields
for ugly, crowded America
There was the promise
right on our table
Oh, how good it is, how good, how rich
The savory smell, tender brisket
Roasted chicken, brown and gold
Borscht with mighty chunks of beef
and Mama’s meatloaf
Oh, yes, Mama’s meatloaf
Oh, how good it is, how rich
High in the tenements, candles lit
in ugly crowded America
On our table
a promise of better
a promise of better