by Wendy Lee
This past Veterans Day I went to see “South Pacific,” the 1949 musical that was revived this year to stellar reviews, numerous awards, and virtually all sold-out shows. I hadn’t seen the movie, but remembered many of the songs from my album that my mother played when I was a kid. And, despite wading through several James Michener novels at around the same age, I never read the book it was based on.
I knew it had something to do with World War II, and there was a love story or two, and maybe there were natives involved. But when I saw it, I realized it wasn’t really about men who think there’s nothing like a dame, and dames who want to wash those men right out of their hair. Above all, “South Pacific” is about racism.