I woke this morning with a proverbial start. Self, I thought to myself, people are maybe gonna think your post two days ago with the mermaid statue was some sort of commentary on the brouhaha surrounding Disney’s casting of the Little Mermaid.
It was none commentary.
Lucie and I were at a friend’s house for dinner and swimming, and our friend has that mermaid statue. So, I took a photo of it.
I posted the photo with a little haiku. Then, after the post, I saw, on social media, people losing their little, white minds because a black actress has been cast as Ariel for the live version of Little Mermaid.
Here’s my unequivocal take on that:
Being so overtly, publicly angry over who plays a character, no matter how beloved the character, is a complete waste of outrage.
How fragile are we, as white Americans, we’re unable to share anything with people of color?
I’ve never seen the animated movie, but, so far as I know, there’s no compelling requirement for Ariel to be white. It’s not a central part of her character. It doesn’t define her in any way other than her appearance.
What does this casting choice hurt?
Nothing. It doesn’t hurt anything. It doesn’t take anything from anyone. It doesn’t erase the original, animated film.
It hurts nothing but the delicate sensibilities of folks who can’t abide anything not about themselves and their own experience.
She’s half fish, for crying out loud.
Although, now that I think about it, they’d better keep her fish parts green. They’d better not change that.
If they make her tail blue, ohhhhhh! I’ll be sooo mad.
I’ll be outraged!
Happy Birthday, America; these are not your best years.