The outgoing artistic director of the
Royal Shakespeare Company has announced that from now on only disabled
actors will be allowed to play Richard III. In a woke world where vice
presidents and Supreme Court justices are chosen based on their skin
color and gender, to “prove” a hunchbacked villain, you must be a
hunchback or at least have something wrong with you.
The RSC
boasts that it cast the first disabled actor in the role, Arthur Hughes,
a 30-year-old who “has no thumb or radius bone in his right arm” and
therefore identifies as “limb different”.
The real Richard III
had scoliosis, Shakespeare used that to make him appear grotesquely
villainous, while the new woke overlords use it to make the long dead
king a victim.
Next thing you know, actors will need to have syphilis to play Hitler.
Now
that Richard III is a member of a designated victim group, his namesake
play can be reinterpreted as a commentary on social prejudice against
the disabled. It may even have to be rewritten so that he prevails at
the end. Or risk having everyone involved in it canceled.
Limiting
the role to actors with some sort of disability, like limiting Supreme
Court nominations to black leftist women, won’t lead to good
performances. Richard III will move to the back of the Bard’s catalog
and having been made woke will, like all woke things, become mediocre.
Either that or talented actors will fake a disability, Tootsie style, to get a shot at the role.
"It's
the Othello syndrome isn't it? That moment when white actors stopped
thinking of Othello in their repertoire," Gregory Doran, the outgoing
RSC director, scolded. "It's the same with disabled actors and Richard."
The
woke critics applauding this move also cheered Denzel Washington’s
half-hearted performance as Macbeth. The Scottish were much more of an
oppressed group in England than black people, who were not even around,
but the double standard is double for a reason.
The RSC’s
insistence on wokeness and fidelity did not prevent it from casting
Patrick Stewart in the violently antisemitic Merchant of Venice and then
staging it in Vegas, complete with an Elvis impersonator and showgirls
on a casino floor as a critique of capitalism. The scene of Stewart
wearing a tallit and kippah while brandishing a butcher knife was especially Der Sturmerish.
Truly, “Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my hell”.
Instead
of life imitating art, even the highest art becomes a mawkish rendition
of life with the same rigid embrace of racial quotas and stereotypes as
a government employment office.
Once the Royal Shakespeare
Company went woke, it lost any interest in historical authenticity, and
the pretense of sensitivity is just that. The movement to carve out
roles for specific victim groups is a political act with no fidelity to
any humanistic principle.
Reinventing Shakespeare for a woke age
requires dropping his concerns with court politics and conscience and
replacing it with the current court politics of race, gender, and
sexuality, while entirely dispensing with questions of conscience.
Instead of the dynastic politics of York and Lancaster, the dynasties
that matter are those of inherited and adapted victimhood. But the
underlying question remains the same. Who has the right to rule and at
what moral cost?
The woke answer is that only the oppressed deserve power and at any possible price.
The
moral concerns of Hamlet, Macbeth, and other court protagonists are now
dismissed as white privilege. Richard III and wokeness is a marriage
made in a perfect literary hell.
Wokeness unintentionally
performs Richard III’s bitterness and megalomania, his self-loathing and
cruelty, and his disdain for any limits on power. Leftists plotting to
pack the Supreme Court, federalize elections, censor and imprison their
opponents, and harass judges in their homes, reply to liberal objections
with Richard III’s line, “conscience is but a word that cowards use.”
Unable
to address that central issue, the moral limits of power, woke
Shakespeare becomes a parade of victimized villains reinterpreted
through the lens of identity politics, a disabled Richard III, a
transgender Lady Macbeth, and a racially oppressed Othello, whose
downfalls are not commentaries on conscience, but on the effects of an
oppressive society on minorities, justifying their crimes in the name of
identity politics.
They are not the villains. Instead we are all the villains.
The
Soviets had trouble grappling with Shakepeare’s insistence on
individual conscience instead of social collectivism. Western social
collectivism has become nearly as impermeable to the fundamental
questions in Shakespeare’s tragedies that it cannot even process the
individual except as a reaction to social classes and racial groups.
Shakespeare proved timeless because each generation was able to lift the
moral dilemma from the social context. But in the woke era, there is no
moral dilemma, there is only the relentless social context and
political propaganda.
Shakespeare was always political
propaganda, but the woke reinterpretations drop Tudor ambitions for
leftist ones. The message of every theatrical production, every book and
movie, every comic and poem, is that familiar Soviet one that only
leftists have the right to rule because only they are willing to
radically reform society on behalf of the “wretched of the earth.”
It’s
an agenda that Richard III was familiar with in substance, if not in
form. “And thus I clothe my naked villany/With old odd ends stolen out
of holy writ/And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.” Virtue
signaling is the art of devils playing saints. The devils are always
victims, bewailing the plight of imprisoned terrorists, violent robbers,
women unable to kill their babies, and other such oppressed victims
they use to justify the seizure of total and absolute power.
Richard
is a self-aware villain. His contemporaries, for the most part, lack
all self-awareness. That is the difference between art and life. Stage
villains know themselves while politicians, pundits, and activists
rarely do. The radicals threatening Supreme Court justices in defense of
inftanticide have no concept of their monstrousness. That is why stage
villains are useful.
They remind us of what we can become.
Reinventing
Richard III as a victim, a member of an oppressed group, sends the
opposite message. And that’s intentional. By making it impossible for
Richard III to be a villain, the leftists who terrorize society are
immunized from the dictates of conscience. Villains who once warned of
individual moral responsibility now serve to echo collectivist warnings
of social responsibility.
And the wokes are shielded from the realization that they are the villains.
The outcome of this reasoning is familiar from art and life. “Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end”.
In
life and art, men play roles, and in both, authorities mandate what
roles they can play. The limitations are revealing of social boundaries.
Banning actors from portraying members of certain groups is a statement
that there is a vast gulf between them that runs in one direction. A
white man cannot envision what being black is like and a healthy man
cannot act out a disability.
Can a 21st century actor
convincingly portray a Roman or a Greek, or a medieval noble? Can an
actor whose great challenge is projecting emotion capture the brutal
realities of power? Are these really far easier to bridge than the
difference between a black and white actor?
The idea that
different streams of experience represent different mutually
inaccessible “truths” is central to identity politics and opposed to
art. But the conviction that we are bound to be permanent strangers to
one another lies at the heart of the Left’s apartheid power.
The
roles that actors are being segregated from are also the ones that
represent the ruling class. And the ruling idea that justifies their
rule. Actors blasphemously insist that they can play anyone and deny the
verity of identity politics. If anyone can play anyone then the
boundaries of identity politics that justify every crime that leftists
have committed are disturbingly fragile.
Actors acting across
races and all the boundaries of identity politics are undermining the
sacred segregation on which everything depends. Those who believe that
art must imitate life, fear that life will instead imitate art.
That’s why, unlike Shakespeare’s day, men can’t play women on stage, just in real life.
Daniel Greenfield is a Shillman Journalism Fellow at the David Horowitz Freedom Center. This article previously appeared at the Center's Front Page Magazine. Click here to subscribe to my articles. And click here to support my work with a donation. Thank you for reading.
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