Passing Strange - Characters

Characters

All actors except those playing the Narrator, Youth, and Mother also play miscellaneous, nameless roles such as church-goers, family members, airplane stewardesses, etc. Major roles are emphasized in boldface.

Character Original Broadway Cast Description
Narrator
Stew
The teller of the Youth's story through song and speech
Youth
Daniel Breaker
The young African-American protagonist from South Central Los Angeles
Mother
Eisa Davis
The Youth's single parent
Mr. Franklin Jones
Colman Domingo
The closeted gay son of Reverend Jones; church pianist and choir director
Marianna
De'Adre Aziza
A "neo-hippie" from Amsterdam
Desi
Rebecca Naomi Jones
A Marxist revolutionary from West Berlin and leader of Nowhaus
Mr. Venus
Colman Domingo
A flamboyant protest artist from West Berlin
Edwina Williams
De'Adre Aziza
An attractive girl in the church choir; a "teenage goddess"
Reverend Jones
Chad Goodridge
The leader of Mother's church congregation
Sherry and Terry
Rebecca Naomi Jones and Chad Goodridge
The two other members of the Youth's punk rock trio
Renata Holiday
Rebecca Naomi Jones
A friend of Marianna's and an abstract artist
Christophe
Chad Goodridge
A friend of Marianna's and a philosophy professor and sex worker
Joop
Colman Domingo
A friend of Marianna's and a naturist
Sudabey
De'Adre Aziza
A member of Nowhaus and an avant-garde filmmaker
Hugo
Chad Goodridge
A member of Nowhaus and Desi's ex-boyfriend

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