My overall impression
When talk of witches permeates a 1690s Colonial settlement during the Salem Witch Trials, lies begin to beget themselves and the romantic delusions of young Abigail Williams whips the town into a frenzy in Arthur Miller’s The Crucible, a thinly veiled parable to the Hollywood Blacklist of the 1950s. As John and Elizabeth Proctor deal with his recent transgressions, the wisdom of the minority goes unnoticed in the wake of this village that has gone “daft.” Familial livelihoods are compromised and a community destroyed. Abby is like an airborne disease. “You taught me goodness, therefore you are good,” she tells her former lover. Her self-serving perceptions dictate the law of the land, yet, ironically, it’s the good who end up falling …
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