Katori Hall (born May 10, 1981) is an American playwright, journalist, and actress from Memphis, Tennessee.
Hall graduated from Columbia University in 2003 with a major in African-American Studies and Creative Writing. She was awarded top departmental honors from the university's Institute for Research in African-American Studies (IRAAS). In 2005, she graduated from the American Repertory Theater's Institute for Advanced Theater Training at Harvard University with a Master of Fine Arts in Acting, and graduated from the Juilliard School's Lila Acheson Wallace playwriting program in 2009.
Her play The Mountaintop, about Martin Luther King, Jr.'s last night before his assassination, premiered in London in 2009 to great critical acclaim. After a sell-out run at Theatre 503, the play transferred to the Trafalgar Studios in the West End. The production was directed by James Dacre and featured British actors David Harewood and Lorraine Burroughs. Harewood was nominated for Best Actor in the Evening Standard and Whatsonstage Awards and Burroughs for Best Actress in the Olivier Awards. The production was also nominated for Best New Play in the Olivier and Whatsonstage Awards and Most Promising Playwright in the Evening Standard Awards. Hall won the best new play award at the Laurence Olivier Awards in March 2010 for The Mountaintop. The win made her the first black woman in history to win the Olivier Award for Best New Play. In September 2011, The Mountaintop opened on Broadway starring Samuel L. Jackson as Dr. Martin Luther King and Angela Bassett as a mysterious maid. It attracted both praise and controversy. In January 2011 during the extension of the show, lead producers Jean Doumanian and Sonia Friedman announced that The Mountaintop had recouped its entire capitalization of $3.1 million.
Nobody took down my guard like you
Nobody moved in their toothbrush so soon
Nobody does whatever they want like you
I'm cards on the table
I am spilled milk
There's no use crying
There's forces at will
I'm yours for the taking
Come get your fill
'cause nobody loves me like you do
Nobody thrills me like you do
Nobody gets me
Nobody kills me like you
Nobody buys me old books like you
Nobody hikes up my skirt like you
Nobody says they ain't changing like you
I'm painting a picture 'cause I'm seeing red
You're not the villain I've built in my head
The flowers you picked out still sit by the bed
'cause nobody loves me like you do
Nobody thrills me like you do
Nobody gets me
Nobody kills me like you
To love you is to go mad
To love you is to lose myself
In meeting you I've met my match
There's no sweeter death
No sweeter death than this
Nobody loves me like you do
Nobody thrills me like you do
Nobody gets me
Nobody kills me like you
Nobody loves me like you do
Nobody thrills me like you do
Nobody gets me