A story in chess lore involves the great Danish Jewish player Aron Nimzowitsch, who, at a tournament in the mid-1920s, found himself struggling against the German master Friedrich Sämisch.
Then there’s an immature reaction, which is all about style; think how even more pinkly over-cooked and priggish Sir Keir will seem, faced with a black woman who, with her braids and gapped teeth, ...
As it is, we only laugh at her priggish prejudice. The play itself is also somewhat ungainly, with a large cast of characters, not all of whom get the space to feel fully nuanced in the tight one ...