Dwyane Wade Should be Ashamed of Wedding Hoopla!

In the days leading to his wedding in a castle-like property in the middle of the fields of Homestead, Miami Heat star Dwyane Wade, his now-wife Gabrielle Union and their entourage displayed the type of paranoid control-freak behavior that reminded observers of Michael Jackson.

They vowed that no information about their big day would leak, even confiscating the cellphones of many guests to make double sure.

But when Gossip Extra published the exclusive details of the ceremony, banquet and after-hours party on Saturday morning, it became apparent that some planned activities during the day-long affair seemed a little strange.

And offensive.

Consider this: The theme of an area near the banquet tent for the likes of NBA bigs LeBron James, Carmelo Anthony and Chris Bosh to party into the wee hours was the old deep-south tradition of the juke joint.

What’s that?

A symbol of the Jim Crow era to some, juke joints were establishments where poor rural blacks banned from white businesses hung out to drink moonshine, listen to music, dance and gamble.

Now, why would a multi-millionaire black athlete entertain about 200 of his closest friends, most of them rich and black, in a phony movie set celebrating a key element of segregation?

The details of the decor, according to our sources, were designed to make the juke joint look as genuine as possible.

There was burlap and aged velvet curtains and wooden fruit crates. There were large porches with lanterns and sconces, aged pallet-style corrugated metal walls, a beat-up old truck, live chickens and much more.

Anyway. You get the idea.

Here is Gossip Extra‘s opinion: Wade and Union need to spend an hour reading up on juke joints and the bad old days!

Was trampling on the memory of those who fought in the trenches of the racial wars a lack of taste from the newlyweds’ part?

Was it simply ignorance?

We understand it was a second wedding for Wade and movie actress Union, so the novelty’s wearing out.

But with a combined wealth estimated around $120 million, the lovebirds could have bought themselves any romantic interlude imaginable.

They could’ve rented out the real Cinderella’s castle in Germany for the world’s greatest party.

They could’ve flown a plane-load of guests anywhere in the world.

They could’ve hired the Grucci brothers to design a 30-minute fireworks show to rival New York’s Fourth of July.

With unlimited funds, Wade and Union chose to party in the replica of a juke joint, complete with moonshine and a voodoo priestess.

Fact is: Wade’s supposed to be one of the NBA’s best and brightest. At a time when goons rule pro sports, Wade has been a standup family guy who’s been raising a nephew in addition to his two boys.

Since we’re barely familiar with Union and her career, we’ll reserve judgment.

Still, you must ask yourself: How would Union and Wade have felt if a white player — say, new Heat muscle Josh McRoberts — hosted them at a party in a venue made to resemble a juke joint?