This Christmas I watched PeeWee Herman's Christmas Special with my sons and my mother. I was amazed
at how ethnically diverse the casting was. Obviously PeeWee had a
number of major recurring characters played by black actors (Cowboy
Curtis, Reba the mail lady, the King of Cartoons), and there was the
Mexican-American pool boy. But on top of this, his Christmas special
had a wide range of guest appearances by actors and musicians, many
of whom were black, some Spanish-speaking, and a few gay singers (I'm thinking
of kd lang, who belts out carols in an extended session). And none
of it felt forced—they simply booked the best singers within the
eclectic, kitschy taste of the show, and if you're looking for good
singers in the US, invariably many will be black. This is how
multicultural representations are supposed to be, not so much a token
inclusion of diverse voices, but rather a simple effort to not
actively exclude people of color. I was amazed that this was done without much fanfare or
controversy by this quirky kids' show in the late 80s, at the height
of the conservative culture wars. Come to think of it, I'm amazed
that PeeWee's extravagant, not-so-subtly-veiled gay camp style and
aesthetic that imbued just about every aspect of the show was able to
fly under the radar of the fervent conservative culture warriors who
were seeing gay indoctrination and erosion of family values under
every stone they turned. Or maybe it didn't fly under the
radar—maybe PeeWee's fall from grace in an exagerrated Puritan
witch hunt after being arrested at a porn theater was in fact a
reaction that was long in the making.
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
PeeWee Herman's Christmas Special
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