[June 30th
marks the 80th anniversary of the initial publication of one of the
20th century’s bestselling novels, Margaret
Mitchell’s Gone with the Wind
(1936). So this week I’ll offer a handful of thoughts on the book and its
legacies, as well as some of the broader issues to which it connects.]
On the power,
limitations, and possibilities of performance.
To follow up on this
post on Joel Chandler Harris’ Uncle
Remus and its cultural legacies, another argument for re-releasing Disney’s
controversial and currently shelved film Song
of the South (1946) would be that it features one of the final film performances of Hattie McDaniel, the multi-talented singer and actress who performed in more than 90 films
(!) between 1932 and 1949 and who became in 1940 the first African American to win an Academy Award (for her role as Mammy in Gone with the Wind [1939]). In many ways, McDaniel, whose parents
were former slaves and whose father fought with the US Colored Troops during
the Civil War, embodies the most inspiring kind of American life; and her Oscar
victory, like her legendary and hugely successful film career, reflects just
how culturally and socially influential that life was. You can’t tell the story
of the rise of Hollywood in the 1930s without a chapter on Hattie McDaniel.
But does it
matter to that story that so many of McDaniel’s most famous characters, from
Mammy in Gone and Aunt Tempy in Song to the nostalgic post-Civil War mammy
figure in Shirley Temple’s The Little Colonel (1935), embodied stereotypical, even mythic, visions of
African American identity, figures for whom slavery seemed to be the pleasant
idyll of plantation tradition legend and in whose life the highest duty seemed to be caring for young white children? The preponderence of such roles is, to my mind, a
reflection of McDaniel’s era and culture far more than of any choices or
emphases of hers; but nonetheless, it does seem impossible to tell McDaniel’s individual story without recognizing the ways in which it too often dovetailed with a
broader, longstanding, and still in that period dominant narrative of African
American identity and community. Which is to say, an Academy Award-winning
performance as a mammy is still a performance as a mammy—and one hardly (if at
all) distinguishable from century-old
images of that stock type.
Yet if the type had not changed much, the performers certainly had. The
Mammy role in D.W. Griffith’s The Birth of a
Nation (1915), for example, was played by a white actress, Jennie Lee,
in blackface; a quarter of a century later McDaniel would win her Oscar.
Change and progress aren’t always pretty, and they’re hardly ever ideal; but
the shift from Lee to McDaniel—like McDaniel’s busy and successful two decades
of work more generally—represents change and progress to be sure. Indeed, it’s
fair to ask whether the far more complex female slave characters and
performances in two ground-breaking recent historical films—Django
Unchained’s Broomhilda
(Kerry Washington) and 12
Years a Slave’s Patsey
(Lupita Nyong’o)—would have been possible without Hattie McDaniel and her
mammies. I don’t know that they would have—and I certainly know that McDaniel
comprised a vital, and far too easily dismissed, step along the way.
Next Gone post
tomorrow,
Ben
PS. What do you
think? Memories or perspectives on Gone with the Wind you’d share?
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