


I am totally fine if they want to cast a non-white Billy. Awesome. Let talent shine. But seriously Broadway, could you not cast at least a mother to Billy (who has all of 20 lines in the show) that looked remotely like the kid?
My personal favorite ridiculous moment is when Billy has a dance with his future self. Note: dance. No lines. Yet someone thought, "Eh. Let's just cast a white guy." So you have this little African-American kid dancing with who he will become in twenty years and the only recognizable difference is that Billy has undergone extensive Michael Jackson whitening surgery.
I think there was something about mining strikes and family in this musical but the main lesson remains: if you dance your heart out you will end up white.