Much has been written in the last 24 hours about Philip Seymour Hoffman as an actor and an artist.
Though I never met him, I remember clearly an incident in which I felt profound gratitude to him.
In 2006, when the New York Theatre Workshop cancelled/postponed its production of “My Name is Rachel Corrie,” a group of activists were working on an action in response that would ensure that Rachel’s voice not be silenced or censored. During that whirlwind time-period, PSH was among a group of actors that quietly, and with little fanfare, got together in the East Village and simply read the play together outloud.
For me, as one of the activists in the midst of the firestorm that surrounded the play’s cancellation/postponement, I felt immense gratitude to and respect for PSH for what felt like an act of political courage and artistic solidarity.