Monday, June 2, 2025

DEANDRE SIMMONS SHINES AS DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING IN NEW VILLAGE ARTS “THE MOUNTAINTOP”.




 At New Village Arts Theatre in Carlsbad, under the direction of Durwood Murray, Jr., and starring DeAndre Simmons as MLK JR. , Katori Hall’s Oliver Award Winning play “The Mountaintop”, is in a stunning production.

The 1963 shooting of the Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr., Baptist Minister and civil rights activist, whose passionate 1963 “I Have a Dream” (before 200,000 at the Lincoln Memorial in D.C.) and “I’ve Been to the Mountaintop” sermons put him in the spotlight as #1 shaker of the Civil Rights movement. He was on the rise to becoming one of the greatest outspoken orators of his time. 

DeAndre Simmons

His ‘Mountaintop’ sermon was delivered at a rally in support of striking sanitation workers in Memphis, Tennessee in 1963. The very next day he was to lead a protest march in sympathy with the striking workers. To say that his life was in danger at all times would be an understatement. “Fear is his companion, his lover”. 

In what Hall conjures as a conversation between King and the pretty little chambermaid, Camae (Taylor Renee Henderson) sent (supposedly) by the hotel upon his request for room service, the play unfolds somewhat like a TV sit-com. 

The play opens as King (Simmons) is ushered into the room by his most trusted deputy and best friend Ralph Abernathy, whom he immediately sends out to get a pack of Pall Malls. Left in the room alone, he deadbolts the door pulls the curtains over the windows, turns on the lamp and he starts reciting the beginnings of his next sermon. (“Why America is going to hell…”) He then calls for room service.


When King gets a good look at the young lady holding a cup of coffee, with a newspaper covering her head against the evening’s rainfall, his eyes just about pop out of his head.  Both have no trouble flirting as in “I like what I see’ at a glance. This is her first day on the job. She tells him that while the coffee is on the house, any advances that he can pay her for ‘gettin’ my press ‘n curl wet out in this rain” would be appreciated. 

They jibe and play. He wants cigarettes with his coffee, she scolds because he doesn’t take care of himself. We glance at his frailties, his non-violent marches; does she like him better with or without his moustache? They debate seriously about the work he has yet to finish.  

He is paranoid about his room being bugged and she reminds him that he has FBI files thicker than a bible. His concerns about his role here on earth as a leader and Civil Rights Activist are contrasted against his playful self as a womanizer; a fragile human being who flirts with the chambermaid while speaking to his wife and children on the phone, has holes in his socks, likes to add a little something to his coffee and chain smokes.


Finally, after some bantering about his being afraid of the thunder and lightning she holds him close and refers to him by his childhood name. He’s suspicious she was sent to spy on him, but she admits that she was sent to help him make it through the night. 

 For those in the know, history left its mark for all to see as the television cameras rolled outside on the balcony of room 306 at 6:01 PM, April 4th 1968. Yours truly will never forget those moments.

Both Simmons and Henderson play beautifully off one another. Simmons is natural and easy; not trying to impersonate King or look larger than life. 

He was after all flesh and blood with many shortcomings.  Henderson is playful funny and delightful, cautious and with a purpose.  The chemistry flows from one to another and the laughs and chuckles are frequent as one might see in a sit–com.


But this play is anything but funny. It is thoughtful, riddled with emotions; enough for  the ending words of King to bring a tear or two to everyone’s eyes especially with his booming opera trained voice:

God said I gotta get you ready to come on home”. And while he begs for more time she has to convince him that someone else will have to pick up the baton. 

Will I die at the hands of a white man, too. Yes. Speak by love. Die by hate. Where will it be?

On the balcony just right there. How? Surrounded by those who love you. Will you be there to clean up the mess? It would be a honor, Preacher Kang”. 


Director Durwood Murray, JR, making  his directorial debut, surly knows his way around a theatre stage. Every movement, intonation and look is picture perfect.

Christopher Scott Murillo’s set is a copy of Room #306 at The Lorraine Hotel in Memphis, Tenn., with  a visual of the balcony behind the windows. Credit to projection designer, Michael Wogluis, props, Carter Vickers, sound Andre Buck, JR, lighting, Mashun Waits, and costume and wig’s Kevane La’Marr Coleman.

How many times must we live through these throat-paralyzing sequence of days of gun play, grief and muffled drums?” (Life Magazine, June 14, 1968.

This question, written after the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy (on June 5th 1968), followed by the assassinations of Martin Luther King, and of course before that, John F. Kennedy in 1963, and the attempt on the life of President Ronald Reagan in 1981 seems eons ago. We are still asking the same question today after 26 young children were gunned down at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in New Town, Conn! 

If you are old enough to remember the Texas School Depository Building, the Grassy Knoll, the Lorraine Hotel, and The Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles and outside the Washington Hilton Hotel, I’m sure you are aghast at what’s happening in 2025.

I’ve seen “The Mountaintop” several times in the past. This one, by far, stands above the rest. 

Enjoy. 

See you at the theatre.


When: 7:30 p.m. Fridays and Saturdays; 2 p.m. Sundays. Through June 22

Where: New Village Arts, 2787 State St., Carlsbad

Photo: Jason Sullivan

Tickets: $25-$50

Online: newvillagearts.org




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