Tracy-Ann Oberman

Why do I need security guards so I can play Shylock?

Credit: Marc Brenner 
issue 21 October 2023

These are very odd times. The project of my life – The Merchant of Venice 1936, which sets Shakespeare’s play in East End London during the rise of Oswald Mosley’s Blackshirts – was postponed because of Covid, but is now alive and kicking. It’s kicking hard. We’re on a ten-week tour and I’ve been moved beyond words at the reactions of audiences and critics. Yet for the last week, the production has had to have security men around keeping an eye on things. It’s like a dystopian nightmare. A Jewish actress putting on a play about anti-Semitism which needs to be made secure because of Jew-hating extremists. As one reviewer said: ‘Written in 1600, set in 1936, as relevant today in 2023.’ Ain’t that the truth.

When I was at school, I admired the beauty of the language in The Merchant of Venice, but I hated the play. Aged 12, as one of the only Jewish girls in the class, I was asked to read Shylock out loud when we studied it (terribly, I may add, with no context or discussion about themes, racism or history).

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