Ethics Alarms Encore: “Justice For The Nicholas Brothers”

I last posted this 2012 article in 2015. I should post it every year, at least. This re-post was sparked the same way the last one was: a Nicholas Brothers admirer contacted me. Today, new commenter Geronde commented on the original,

Here, here! …I just watched “The Pirate.” The film is awful, but I perked up when I immediately recognized the brilliant Nicholas Brothers. Even in their bad clown makeup, their style was unmistakable. I sure wish there was a way to digitally insert their names into the original credits. There is some small consolation in knowing that the brothers were very famous in the African American community, and fortunately, You Tube and the internet has exposed them to new generations of dance fans….Perhaps fans should lobby the Academy or SAG for a highly publicized posthumous award. This calls for ACTION! This a also good time to do it because there’s a focus of BLM and African American culture. I’m going to start today..I have contacted both SAG and the Academy asking them if they have ever publicly bestowed a posthumous award on the Nicholas brothers, and strongly urging them to do so if they have not..

I promised put up the post one more time. It probably won’t be the last.

As I noted in one reply to Geronde, my now-defunct theater company showed the video above during a concert version of Rodgers and Hart’s “Babes in Arms” at the point in the show where the brothers has a specialty number in the Broadway production. The audience was stunned: most of them had never seen Fayard and Harold, or had forgotten just how amazing they were. (Cab Calloway wasn’t too bad himself!)

Here is the post…


At the Sun Valley Lodge, there is a television station devoted to playing the 1941 film “Sun Valley Serenade” on a loop. It is a genuinely awful movie, starring John Payne of “Miracle on 34th Street” fame, Norwegian ice skater Sonia Henie, and Milton Berle, although it does show the famous ski resort in the days when guests used to be towed around the slopes on their skis by horses. Last time I was in Sun Valley to give a presentation, I watched about half the film in disconnected bites, since I never can sleep on such trips. This time I finally saw the whole thing. At about 3 AM, as Glenn Miller was leading his band in the longest version of “Chattanooga Choo-Choo” in history, Fayard and Harold Nicholas suddenly flipped onto the screen, and “Sun Valley Serenade” briefly went from fatuous to immortal.

If your reflex response to that last sentence was “WHO??,” you are part of the reason for this post, and also in the vast and deprived majority of Americans. As I circulated among my future audience of lawyers and their spouses yesterday morning, happily informing them that the terrible movie playing around the clock in their rooms included the dance team called “the unforgettable Nicholas Brothers” in more than one tribute, I learned that none of the lawyers had any idea what I was talking about, and many of these individuals were old enough to have been able to see Fayard and Harold in a theater. The Nicholas Brothers were, you see, the greatest tap-dancers who ever lived, and the most amazing dance team that ever will be.

The fact that they have been virtually forgotten is accountable to several factors, among them that the movies they appeared in are all about as well-remembered as “Sun Valley Serenade”; that their films, except for one, were in black and white; that they were primarily stage performers, and that they seldom appeared on television and were past their primes when they did. The main reasons the Nicholas Brothers are forgotten, however, is that they were black, and they were so much better than the white dancing stars who were their contemporaries.

The team’s best numbers were in all-black cast musicals, and when they were in a movie with white stars, their routines were slotted in so they could be easily excised when the film was playing in the South. Even though their wizardry on the dance floor was openly acknowledged in the movie industry at the time, and though Hollywood couldn’t resist using them, their talents were kept intentionally obscure so no one would find out that two short, almost indistinguishable young men from Philadelphia could make Fred, Gene, Donald and Ray look like they were dancing in galoshes.  When Gene Kelly or Fred Astaire were asked the question “Why didn’t you have the Nicholas Brothers do a number in any of your movies?,” their responses were roughly, “Do you think I’m crazy?”* and “Have you seen the Nicholas Brothers?”

There were many tributes to Fayard and Harold in their twilight years (Fayard died in 2006; Harold in 2000), when all the right things were said about them, and they never seemed to betray much bitterness about their careers, which I always found endearing and remarkable. I’m bitter though. To me, they epitomize the harm racism did to our culture, robbing us of the talents, skills, contributions and genius of literally millions of Americans who could have made the nation richer, stronger and happier if they had just been given a chance. In the admittedly narrow case of the Nicholas Brothers—I recognize that tap-dancing isn’t going to save the world—racism robbed millions of Americans of the special, transcendent joy of seeing human beings defy natural laws to music, and robbed two brilliant dancers/artists/athletes  of the recognition, riches and cultural immortality they earned and deserved. It is all so wrong.

There is YouTube now (You can watch a documentary about the brothers here) and maybe some small portion of what was taken away from our culture and the brothers can be restored. We can, at least, help the culture remember the Nicholas Brothers. It isn’t hard: all we have to do is give people a chance to watch them. Play the videos for your kids…I don’t care if the films are black and white, it is literally impossible to watch these guys do their dances without dropping your jaw, no matter how young you are. Put a video on your Facebook pages, send them to your friends, and most of all, watch them yourself.

The wonderful thing about the Nicholas Brothers is that they really are unforgettable, if we only give ourselves the chance to remember them.

5 thoughts on “Ethics Alarms Encore: “Justice For The Nicholas Brothers”

  1. Once again I’ll thank you for introducing me to the Nicholas brothers and other tidbits of American culture (including baseball, which despite my best efforts I still find boring to watch; although I’ll read the after-action-reports now and go to the park now and then to eat garlic fries.)

    Ethics Alarms, come for the ethics, stay for the crash course in Americana.

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