Is Shaun the Sheep: The Farmer’s Llamas Kinda Racist?

In this deleted article from 2015, a journalist in the UK points out that Shaun the Sheep: The Farmer’s Llamas has a strong anti-immigrant undertones unbecoming of a kid’s show with a worldwide reach, and I couldn’t agree more.

Seemingly innocuous at first, the short film tells the tale of three outsiders who are bought at auction, thrown into an unfamiliar environment where their differences are immediately apparent, and a revolt by locals to send back to where they came from.

But it’s just sheep, you say, well, tell that to George Orwell after he wrote Animal Farm.

The article makes a compelling argument, so read it before continuing on with my less succinct examination of the film. It’s a two-minute read:

Exotic and crafty llamas? A bit too comfortable in their new home? Oust the intruders? Aardman’s official description reads like something you would have seen on Donald Trump’s now defunct Twitter.

It’s also interesting that the 2015 article was taken down — likely because of the rabid Shaun the Sheep fandom descended upon the writer bleating and baahing about how it’s just a kids show about animals or maybe Wallace and Gromit showed up with billy clubs.

Either way, here’s a look at some of the troubling themes of the short film.

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While at a funfair, Shaun spies three immigra—, I mean llamas, being pulled along by a foreign looking Peruvian man stereotypically playing a pan flute — cause all Peruvians are part of a pan flute band, right?

The llamas’s names are Hector, Raul, and Fernando and they’re here to be sold at auction because the pan flute player hates having to deal with them because they’re so “crafty.”

These trouble-making llamas are up for sale and no one seems to want them except for Shaun who likes their style, but why an auction?

It’s a pretty specific way of selling off these immigra—, I mean llamas. There are cattle auctions, yes, and likely sheep auctions, but them being sold for money immediately establishes them as more property than people, which is exactly how slaves were seen.

In the late 1700’s, slaves were sold at scramble auctions and then put to work on sugar cane plantations in the Caribbean. There’s a long and tortuous history of these practices and anyone who knows anything about slavery would know that auctions of living being are inextricably linked to slavery, so you’d have to be some kind of idiot not to see the parallel.

Farmer and Bitzer are tricked by Shaun into buying these immigra—, I mean llamas and they bring them back to Mossy Bottom Farm where they start to wreak havoc with their wild llama ways.

The havoc includes being better at football than the sheep because the immigra—, I mean llamas use their natural height advantage to play better. They’re big and therefore must naturally be good at sports, right? Well, natural talent is a stereotype.

The llamas also end up ruining the civilized time the sheep are having in their pool, which prompts further hatred toward the these immigra—, I mean llamas and draws comparison to historic racism at pools.

The llamas also end up taking all of the bedding from the barn and put it into one big, unsophisticated pile to sleep like the animals they are unlike the sheep who use beds.

This also ends up running the sheep out of their homes furthering the hatred the flock feels towards these immigra—, I mean llamas.

What’s more, the llamas also consume more than the sheep, so they’re taking up all the resources normally meant for the sheep, which only deepens the hatred for them.

And do you know what’s worse? They hate the food! “We won’t eat this traditional British feed!” the immigra—, I mean llamas say by spitting it out.

The llamas are then forced to steal a bunch of food from Farmer’s house because they’re hungry including some bottles of cola, which come into play a little later on.

These immigra—, I mean llamas are clearly supposed to be imitating alcoholism and under their influence Shaun and Timmy (the baby of the flock) mirror their behaviour.

Yeah, these immigra—, I mean llamas made a baby become an alcoholic.

The llamas then go on a drunken ride on an ATV and wind up destroying the barn, which puts Shaun in a pretty uncomfortable situation with his flock because he brought these immigra— I mean llamas, onto the farm in the first place only for them to destroy everything good about Brita—, I mean Mossy Bottom Farm.

Also an ATV probably can carry 180 kgs at most while two llamas likely weigh about 260 kgs. Aardman shattering my suspension of disbelief.

So, Shaun’s home is gone and everyone hates him because of the immigra—, I mean llamas.

Shaun has learned that bringing these immigra—, I mean llamas, onto the farm has been one huge mistake. All they do is consume food, steal from the farmer, make babies into alcoholics, and make white peop—, I mean sheep, feel inadequate when it comes to sports.

Right around this time, the llamas end up locking the Farmer and Bitzer out of their house then they start to destroy everything inside. When their satellite TV is disrupted (they were watching football, of course), they chase Shaun throughout the house intent on hurting him or killing him for messing up their fun times.

On the roof about to be killed, Shaun’s community of white peop—, I mean sheep, come to the rescue using coca cola pan flutes to hypnotize the immigra—, I mean llamas, into submission.

Use their own music against them! It’s not like the pan flute has a super long history and cultural significance. Any white perso—, I mean sheep, can play a pan flute well enough to hypnotize pesky foreigners.

Anyway, Shaun’s happy that his people have been able to unite in their hatred of the immigra—, I mean llamas, and forget that Shaun brought them onto the farm in the first place.

Then they lock ’em up.

Uh.

Shaun… what are you doing?

Wow, that’s really dark.

Back at the funfair, the llamas are back at auction waiting to be sold over to their next slave owner— I mean, farmer, who is a surly looking man who is also tricked into buying these immigra—, I mean llamas.

But in the credits, they show the llamas are now owned by a cute, little girl who looks like she loves them and wasn’t totally thrown in because the BBC commissioning editor realized they’d created an excessively racist parable of immigrant stereotypes and that stop-motion animation takes way too much time for a do-over, so they’d just have to deal with the reception when the public sees it, but maybe it’s subtle enough not to be seen as aggressively xenophobic.

Yay, all’s well in slavery that ends well in slavery.

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Much like the author at the top of this article, it’s easy to think that I’m reading a bit too much into this, but think about what Shaun learned from this whole experience.

Shaun learned that outsiders like the llamas are unwelcome if they’re going to misbehave. That’s the moral of the story. If you’re going to come to Mossy Bottom Farms or Britain, you better start acting like the sheep, consume whatever the same feed, listen to authority, and throw away your identity as soon as possible; otherwise, it’s back to the auction.

I’m an adult capable of watching something like this with a critical eye and realizing that all of the awful stereotypes it depicts are fiction, but a kid can’t do that, right? A kid will see the short film and understand that outsiders are bad and original inhabitants are good. That’s the power a show like this has over the minds of children watching it and its accessibility makes it pervasive across language barriers.

The comparison the writer makes of the short film to Paddington, who is also from Peru, is very apt because that’s how you write an inclusive refugee story.

So, is there a solution to this? I mean, not really. I guess I’m surprised that more people haven’t written about this, but maybe now that the short is on Netflix a wider audience will see it and then will start to uncover the same things that I have.

I just can’t imagine that commissioning editor at the BBC or someone at Aardman didn’t notice the troubling messaging coming out of the story. I mean, you’d either have to have blinders the size of Bristol not to see how anti-immigrant the short film is or have a company with a lot of white people in charge of this thing…

Oh…, ok.

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