Skip to comments.Justice to Elia Kazan
Posted on 11/06/2005 4:48:48 PM PST by Lorianne
When Elia Kazan, one of the twentieth centurys great American theater and movie directors, died two years ago, the obituaries almost all struck the same sour note. As the New York Times put it, in addition to his artistic accomplishments, Kazan committed what many still consider one of the great ideological betrayals in American performing arts history. The Los Angeles Times, the movie businesss hometown paper, announced his death with a straightforward page one headline, elia kazan, 19092003, but then got down to cases in the subhead: stage and screen triumphs were eclipsed by his testimony against colleagues in the blacklist era.
For many progressivesespecially in the entertainment businesseclipsed doesnt begin to tell the story. Over the entire half-century after he named names to the House Un-American Activities Committee on April 12, 1952, Kazan remained the very embodiment of a self-serving, backstabbing rat bastard. The assumption about his moral turpitude rests on another assumption, so often echoed in books, movies, and classrooms that by now it appears an indisputable fact: that the blacklist was a straightforward case of good versus evil, pitting decent Americans defending free thought and expression against the vilest forces of reaction.
Like the most heavy-handed Hollywood message movie, such a view allows for zero ethical complexityand it is nonsense. While no one can deny or excuse the bullying and moral corruption of federal investigators, the term routinely applied to their workwitch huntis entirely misleading. Mid-twentieth-century Hollywood, California, had nothing in common with seventeenth-century Salem, Massachusetts. In Hollywood, the witchescommunist activists, working surreptitiously to advance Soviet interestswere all too real.
That todays Hollywood liberals continue to celebrate their Old Left forebears as selfless martyrs doubtless sometimes results from ignorance. Many celebrities get their history from movies or from one another, and theyre suckers for good-guy-versus-bad-guy takes on complex events. Hence the rhapsodic Hollywood reaction to George Clooneys new Good Night, and Good Luck, a film chronicling CBS newsman Edward R. Murrows clash with Senator Joseph McCarthy that scrupulously resists any suggestion that communism posed a meaningful danger. In the Bush era, Hollywoods blinkered view of the blacklist reinforces its smug sense of itself as a fighter for truth and justice against what it sees as a thuggish government. Rich, powerful, perfectly free to denounce the nations policies and leaders to a willing press, liberal celebrities glory in casting themselves as the descendants of the brave but powerless individuals who paid such a high price for resisting the bullies of HUAC.
Never was this fantasy clearer than on October 27, 1997, when elderly blacklist victims and the new Hollywood came together at the Motion Picture Academy to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the HUAC hearings. The evening featured a documentary, Hollywood Remembers the Blacklist, but things really took off when such contemporary stars as Billy Crystal, John Lithgow and Kevin Spacey reenacted the stirring testimony of blacklisted actors and writers. Following the performances, the current heads of the Screen Actors Guild and the Directors Guild apologized for their predecessors failure to stand up to Washington bullies and pledged: Never again!
Then, most thrilling of all, an actual relic of that time, the blacklisted writer Paul Jarrico, 82, rose to speak. While never mentioning Stalinism, Jarrico explained why the government had it in for people like him. Stirring up the Red scare and McCarthyism, he said, were the same kind of Americans responsible for bigotry, the genocide of Native Americans, and repression of dissent. Leftists like him, by contrast, dedicated themselves to the fight to end racism, to end sexism, to end the obscene chasm between poverty and wealth. Jarrico ended with words to warm the hearts of the assembled celebrities, as they headed back to their lavish homes in their luxury cars. It may take another 50 years, he declared, but we shall overcome. The good guys will win.
No one mentioned Elia Kazans name from the stage that nightthat wouldve been to give the skunk an introduction at the garden party. But as a chief villain in the blacklist myth, Kazan got his due and then some, when two years later the Motion Picture Academy announced that it would at last award the sickly 89-year-old filmmaker a lifetime-achievement Oscar. The firestorm that followed split Hollywood between those who insisted that Kazan should never be forgiven and those who argued that honoring his artistic work wasnt the same as excusing his testimony. None defended Kazans actions a half-century earlier. His lifetime achievement is the destruction of lives, raged 79-year-old Norma Barzman, a blacklisted writer who spearheaded protests against the award. I hope somebody shoots him, snapped 87-year-old screenwriter Abe Polonsky.
What put Kazan beyond redemption wasnt simply his cooperation with HUAC. He could still have won forgiveness. At the 50th-anniversary event, after all, Billy Crystal sympathetically re-created Larry Parkss testimony, in which the Jolson Story star begged the committee not to force him to betray his friends, beforein tears, an obviously broken mangiving in.
But far from repentant, Kazan was defiant. The day after his HUAC appearance, he took out a New York Times ad entitled, almost regally, a statement by elia kazan. I believe that Communist activities confront the people of this country with an unprecedented and exceptionally tough problem, it read. That is, how to protect ourselves from a dangerous and alien society and still keep the free, open, healthy way of life that gives us self-respect. The only way that the American people could solve this problem wisely, Kazan continued, was to have the facts about Communism. Kazan then briefly recounted his youth in the communist movement and the contempt that he came to have for the totalitarian mentality that hed seen firsthand.
Why hadnt he come forward earlier? Kazan asked rhetorically. I was held back, primarily, by concern for the reputations and employment of people who may, like myself, have left the Party many years ago. Also holding him back was a piece of specious reasoning that had silenced many. It goes like this: You may hate the Communists, but you must not attack them or expose them, because if you do you are attacking the right to hold unpopular opinions and you are joining the people who attack civil liberties. Kazan was blunt: I have thought soberly about this. It is, simply, a lie.
A complex and contradictory man, outgoing but given to gloomy self-reflection, Kazan conceded in his autobiography that his haughty defiance was largely a pose. Any time you hurt people, and I did hurt some people, you dont like it, he wrote. Yet self-serving as it undoubtedly wasfor his HUAC testimony allowed him to keep working in HollywoodKazans statement also expressed his deepest beliefs.
Born Elia Kazanjoglous into a long-brutalized Greek minority in the Turkish province of Anatolia, Kazan arrived in New York in 1913 at age four. Always grateful to the country that saved his life, he never lost a powerful sense of being an outsider. At the height of his celebrity, working in the most collaborative of professions, he still felt ill at ease revealing himself, hiding instead, like his imperious rug-salesman father, George, behind the Anatolian smile, bred over centuries of oppression to mask anger and resentment. Everything in Kazans early experience reinforced his sense of differenceand the insecurity and independence of mind it tended to foster in equal measure. Even in Gothams ethnic stew, Kazans family stood out as foreign, and nothing changed when the family moved to suburban New Rochelle, where his father continued to wear a fez to work.
Kazans alienation from his peers is evident in the 1926 New Rochelle High School yearbook, in which the photo of the intense young man with a thick nest of black hair is the only one unaccompanied by a list of student clubs and activities. The obligatory cheery note below the photo is almost mocking: Eli has been so backward in coming forward that well have to tell you what we found outhe puts over anything he tackles. Girls, what wouldnt you give for that hair? Maybe it grew that way in Constantinople. Nor did Kazan fit in at Williams Collegea pompous, reactionary gentlemans school, he later called it. He couldnt get in to a fraternity and had to wait the tables and wash the dishes of his fellow students to make ends meet. His sense of being nothing to the schools moneyed swells laid the emotional groundwork for me to join the Communist Party, he later reflected.
That commitment blossomed after college and a stint at the Yale Drama School, when Kazan joined the Group Theater, New Yorks top left-wing Depression-era theatrical company. Run by the gifted trio of Harold Clurman, Cheryl Crawford, and Lee Strasberg, the Group boasted among its 30 or so actors such landmark talents as Stella and Luther Adler, Morris Carnovsky, and John Garfield. Its biggest star, though, was playwright Clifford Odets, whose stirring social dramas gave him a stature that rivaled Eugene ONeills. For many, the Group was less a theater than a cause, many of its shows unapologetically leftist in ways that todays audience would find shocking. Group members proudly called themselves a collective and held commercialism to be a dirty word. Their aim was to change the world.
Gadge, as his Group comrades now called himshort for Gadget, for his willingness to do anything, from furniture repair to press agentryswiftly graduated from assistant stage manager to character actor. Kazan was a generous, if highly competitive, colleague, sharp with a sense of his own possibilities. Not coincidentally, Kazan, who graduated from college a virginand who in his seventies still bitterly recalled the nights he waited on wild frat parties, eyeing the lascivious coeds to whom he was permanently invisiblenow had all the women he wanted in this milieu, as sexually unrestrained as the most relaxed college campus would be 35 years later. Through his two marriages, Kazan remained an avid and unapologetic womanizer. I was faithful to her in every way except sexually, he wrote, meaning it, of his longtime, devoted first wife, Molly.
But work always came first. Kazans big break as an actor came in Odetss Waiting for Lefty. Set in a clamorous meeting of New York taxi drivers during a 1934 strike, Lefty pitted decent left-wing working stiffs against the unions corrupt, boss-owned leadership. Kazans role was tiny but pivotal. For most of the play, he sat in the audience, his cue coming at the plays climax, when one of the good guys proclaims: [T]he man who got me food in 1932, he calls me COMRADE! The man who picked me up where I bled, he called me COMRADE too! What are we waiting for? Dont wait for Lefty! He might never come! Now, rushing the stageand taken by many in the audience to be a real taxi driverKazan announced: They found Leftybehind the car barns, with a bullet in his head. At that, the workers erupted in a cry, taken up by the audience at every performance: Strike, strike, strike!
The reviews sang. The Group Theater gives its most slashing performance in this drama about the taxi strike, raved the Timess Brooks Atkinson. The most exciting workers drama we have seen yet, seconded the New York Post. Needless to say, the Daily Worker loved it, too: Swept the audience off its feet. A high-water mark of revolutionary drama. Kazan would look back to Leftys opening night as his most memorable theater experience.
In such a milieu, Kazan readily gravitated toward the Communist Party, with its professed agenda of social justice and international peace. Idealism was our answer to the Great Depression, he later reflected. Comradeship buffered us in a society many of us, for one reason or another, considered hostile. He formally joined the party in 1934. Soon afterward, he co-authored Dimitrof: A Play of Mass Pressure, agitprop about a Belgian communist falsely accused of setting the Reichstag fire. He got his first shot at directing with an antiNew Deal play called The Young Go First, mounted by a marginal leftist collective.
It was no secret that many in the Group were ardent communistsreviews would blandly mention the fact. Over time, though, the companys relentless politics began to limit its audience. A string of commercial flops so damaged the Groups financesnever solid at the best of timesthat members were at one point bringing home only $25 a week. To address the crisis, the co-directors, though fierce leftists, ordered members to shun overt political activity.
For Kazan, the directive soon led to a personal crisis. Already, the way that the Groups communists operated behind the scenes disturbed him. The party might give lip service to democracy but didnt practice it. Youd have to go to Actors Equity, hed later recall, and pretend youre just one of the guys, when youre really part of a program thats been decided on before the meeting. Now, in response to the new policy, the party ordered Kazan and his theatrical comrades to seize the Group from the directors. Kazan realized that such a coup would be a disaster for the company and said so to several colleaguesprivately, he thought.
No such luck. Reported to party higher-ups, Kazan had to endure the most humiliating evening of his life. At a special meeting, chaired by a Leading Comradea UAW leader imported for the occasion all the way from DetroitKazan found himself dressed down for resisting Party discipline and for being an opportunist currying favor with the bosses. After his Group comrades eagerly piled on, Kazan was ritualistically offered the chance to grovel, recant, and return to the fold. Instead, disgusted and furious, he went home and fired off a letter, quitting the Communist Party.
Kazans break with the party at first changed little in his life. He remained determinedly leftist, and his relations with his old comrades went on mostly unchanged. But as the Group tottered on its last legs, Kazan had to look for new sources of income. Hollywood seemed promising, and in 1940 he moved west, together with several Group colleagues. Harold Clurman later recalled walking onto the Warner Brothers lot and spotting his ragtag buddies Carnovsky, Kazan, and Odets, cracking wise in New Yorkese as they lolled in the California sunshinea sight so incongruous that he doubled over with laughter. In the end, limited by his ethnicity, Kazan appeared in just one worthwhile film: a supporting role in City for Conquest, a 1940 Jimmy Cagney gangster flick. But already he saw that his future lay in directingespecially for the movies. His brief film-acting stint had helped him understand the startling way that the camera records thoughts and feelings, penetrating into a person, under the surface display.
Hollywood was in political transition. The studio system, presided over by autocrats and trading on the glamour of its stars, remained the industrys public face. But a number of developmentsincluding the influx of talent from the East Coast and war-ravaged Europebegan to alter the towns innate conservatism.
Working slyly to advance these political changes were communist operatives, led by German theater veteran Otto Katz. According to historian Stephen Koch, Moscow had sent Katz to California to organize communist front organizations and radical unions, and he succeeded beyond all expectations. Columbus discovered America, Katz would boast, and I discovered Hollywood. The growing communist influence in the industry was clearest in the push for radical unionism. For instance, party activists, led by Kazans old Group comrade J. Howard Larson, dominated the newly formed Writers Guild.
As party members took up key positions in the studio hierarchy, they began to wield power. As associate producers, story editors, and even agents, they not only saw to it that fellow communists got work butin a sort of reverse blacklistmade sure that anti-communists didnt. Theres no question they looked out for their own, observes Hollywood writer Burt Prelutsky, a former liberal who has migrated rightward. Morrie Ryskind had . . . written some great pictures, including A Night at the Opera, Prelutsky continues, but hed broken with the party and become a Republican. For a time he couldnt get arrested in this town.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, who spent his last years as a studio hack, well understood the political climate of that time. The important thing is you should not argue with them, he wrote of Hollywood leftists. Whatever you say they have ways of twisting it into shapes which put you in some lower category of mankind, Fascist, Liberal, Trotskyist, and disparage you both intellectually and personally in the process.
Well-positioned party members also worked to bar the making of anti-communist films. In a 1946 Worker article, screenwriter Dalton Trumbo noted with satisfaction that prominent anti-communist books of the thirties and forties such as Arthur Koestlers Darkness at Noon never made it to the big screen. Nor did any script touching on the Ukraine famine or the Moscow show trials.
Moscows ultimate Hollywood goal, Koch explains, was to Stalinize the glamour culturethat is, associate in the public mind left-wing views and celebrated entertainers, lending those views respectability. This project could also enable the party to tap Hollywoods great guilty wealth as a cash cow.
Events 6,000 miles away helped further the communists Hollywood ends. As a cause both noble and almost certainly lost, the Spanish Civil War played well in Tinseltown, with the communist-dominated Hollywood Anti-Nazi League setting the tone for that eras version of radical chic. Reporter Murray Kempton, himself a reformed leftist, described a war relief fund-raiser at the home of a major producer, featuring New Masses editor Joseph Freeman as the speaker. Appalled at seeing the friend whod driven him to the shindig snubbed by the Hollywood heavyweights present for the sin of being a mere writer, Freeman pointedly addressed his remarks to the serving help. Two members of the wait staff, it turned out, were German Jewish refugees; deeply moved by Freemans words, they burst into tearswhich, in turn, so moved the producers and stars that they dug deeper into their wallets. Afterward, recalled Kempton, Freemans Hollywood comrades congratulated him on a brilliant piece of stage business.
As the Spanish war wound down to its sorry conclusion, it prompted ever more fervent Hollywood benefits and rallies, their sponsors and steering committees packed with communists and credulous fellow travelerssome of whom would one day lose their careers for doing nothing more than signing some petitions. Screenwriter Abraham Polonsky later pointed to the endless round of benefits as proof that the American party was just a social organization. More serious observers argued that, in the end, the partys Hollywood branch was almost comically ineffectual, a bunch of gullible idealists whose idea of subversion consisted of slipping a few lines into a film.
Nonetheless, by the late thirties only the willfully blind could deny that the party was a wholly owned Soviet subsidiary, working on behalf of Moscows policy goals. Nor, by then, could any fair-minded observer fail to grasp the nature of the Soviet regime. Reliable reporting had described Stalins brutal purges in Russia, and in 1939 fascisms supposedly most stalwart foe signed a non-aggression pact with Hitler. Among the committed, no hint of embarrassment showed. I dont believe in that fine, little republic of Finland that everyone gets so weepy about, sneered playwright Lillian Hellman as Stalins forces, temporarily freed from their preoccupation with Germany, crushed their northern neighbor.
For a time, World War II saved American communism from itself. After Hitler stabbed Stalin in the back and Pearl Harbor brought the U.S. into the war and Russia became our ally against fascism, the American Communist Party entered the mainstream as never before. In Hollywood, old antagonisms eased. For many on the Left, it was increasingly possible to envision communism as twentieth-century Americanism, as the party slogan went.
By now, Kazan, back in New York, was more involved with his career than with politics. Dubbed the boy genius of Broadway after directing Thornton Wilders 1942 Pulitzer Prize-winning The Skin of Our Teeth, Kazan brought to the stage over the next few years a catalog of the masterworks of mid-twentieth-century theater. Propelled by his Broadway success, his film-directing career soon took off, too. His debut picture was A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (1945), based on Betty Smiths best seller about turn-of-the-century tenement life, and he catapulted to the first rank of Hollywood directors with 1949s Gentlemans Agreement, a Best Picture Oscar winner that dramatized the pervasive anti-Semitism in American life. Kazan thought the movie overrated, but as a committed liberal, he understood its ideological power. Thirty years later, when Jeff Young, a young Jewish interviewer, was deriding the film for being dated, Kazan responded with a query: Was your name always Young? Replied Young: Mine was. My father changed his. Said Kazan: Thats my point about Gentlemans Agreement.
In the years after the war, Kazan forged close bonds with both of the emerging superstar playwrights of the American theater, Tennessee Williams and Arthur Miller. The two could hardly be less alikeMiller passionately engaged with the larger world, Williams fascinated with the intimate questions of human existence. I didnt admire Art more than I did Tennesseeor less, Kazan said. But it was clear that he could never experience as deep a kinship with Williams, who, as he put it, lived in another world, the homosexual enclaves of certain places he considered romantic. . . . [H]is daily life didnt relate to my own. Working on A Streetcar Named Desire, his first production with Williams, the director soon realized that the play was the writers own story: that he wholly identified with the desperately vulnerable Blanche, a lost soul in a brutal worldindeed, that as a homosexual with a preference for rough trade, he also sought out situations that could end only in disaster. Like Blanche, he was attracted to the Stanleys of the world, Kazan reflected, testing the gentleness of his true heart against the violent calls of his erotic nature.
Leftist playwright Arthur Miller, on the other hand, was a genuine soul mate. When Miller gave Kazan an early draft of Death of a Salesman, the director reacted just as hed expected, seeing the play not merely as a wrenching family drama, but as a profound ideological statement; and under Kazans inspired direction, Willy Loman emerged as the victim of a callous capitalist system.
Following Salesmans 1947 triumph, the young director and young writer went to Hollywood with some script ideas. There they met an unknown starlet, Marilyn Monroe. The unhappily married but faithful Miller fell for her, and she was smitten with himbut it was the happily married but philandering Kazan who slept with her. After making love, Kazan and Monroe would look at Millers photo on her bedside table and talk lovingly of him.
By the early fifties, expressing anti-capitalist attitudes, as Kazan had done in Death of a Salesman, could have consequences. With the Soviets occupying Eastern Europe and the Peoples Army conquering China, communism had become an incendiary domestic issueand, for politicians, an easy headline grabber. HUAC had been around since before the war, investigating the Ku Klux Klan and American Nazis as well as communists. Now, under J. Parnell Thomas, it turned its sights on the movies.
The panic took a while to take hold in Hollywood. After the committee issued its first subpoenas, some who didnt get called felt what Norman Mailer called subpoena envy. Major stars, trumpeting the First Amendment, rallied behind the subpoenaed writers and directors.
Hollywoods hostility toward the committee so spooked Chairman Thomas that he considered canceling the hearings. He didnt, largely because those subpoenaedthe Hollywood Ten, as theyd soon be knownmade a disastrous miscalculation. Rather than engage their inquisitors respectfully or plead the Fifth when asked if they were communists, the tenfervent communist stalwarts almost to a manfollowed party orders to assert a First Amendment right to refuse to answer questions about their beliefs. The result: a series of ugly hearing-room shouting matches, with the infuriated Hollywood ideologues, middle-aged and unglamorous, repeatedly gaveled down as they shouted in defiance. Congress cited each of the ten for contempt. The stars who had traveled to Washington to support themHumphrey Bogart, Gene Kelly, Danny Kayequickly recanted. Bo- gart called the trip foolish and impetuous, asserting: I detest Communism, as any decent American does. The studios caved in turn.
In Hollywoods collective memory, the years that followed represent an extended nightmare. As blacklist fear spread, so, for a time, did bravado. Abstractly, it was easy to believe that, if called, one would stand up to the committee. Elia Kazan sure talked that way. He despised the Washington inquisitors and those in the movie industry doing their bidding. At last summoned to testify in January l952, Kazan took the approved position, offering to discuss his past activity in the party but refusing to name co-members.
This position failed to satisfy the committeeor, Kazan soon learned, his employers in Hollywood. Subpoenaed again, deeply anguished, he sought Millers advice. By both mens account, it was a painful scene. Kazan talked of how he felt pressured to give up everything to defend an ideology he loathed. Miller later claimed that he urged Kazan not to cooperate; Kazan recalled Miller saying that he hoped hed do the right thing but would support him either way.
After Kazans swearing in on April 12, the committees lead counsel noted that the director wished to augment his earlier testimony. That is correct, said Kazan. I want to make a full and complete statement. I want to tell you everything I know about it. Kazan proceeded to name eight members of the Group Theater who also had belonged to the Communist Party, and he recounted how party higher-ups had punished him for deviating from the approved line. I had enough regimentation, he said, enough of being told what to think and say and do, enough of their habitual violation of the daily practices of democracy. . . . The last straw came when I was invited to go through a typical Communist scene of crawling and apologizing and admitting the error of my ways. I had had a taste of police-state living and I did not like it.
The theater and film communities, which lionized Kazan, reacted with stunned disbelief. But when Kazan ran his Times ad justifying his actions, disbelief turned to fury. Almost alone among those threatened, they noted, Kazan had professional options; even if Hollywood blacklisted him, he could still work in theater, which resisted the blacklist. Some thought that he had caved under pressure from fellow Greek Spyros Skouros, president of 20th Century Fox. One of the Group veterans hed named, actor Tony Kraber, appeared before the committee as an unfriendly witness. Asked if hed known Kazan during the thirties, Kraber responded scornfully: Is this the Kazan that signed the contract for five hundred thousand dollars the day after he gave names to this Committee? The allegation was an outright lie, Kazan protested.
It didnt matter. People hed been close with for his entire career now crossed the street to avoid him. At parties, old friends wouldnt meet his eye. Some openly insulted him. To Zero Mostel, he would always be Looselips. He comes off as a chief villain in Lillian Hellmans notoriously dishonest memoir of the period, Scoundrel Time. Life was easier for Lillian to understand when she had someone to hate, Kazan later wrote. Millers response was The Crucible, a play about a literal witch hunt.
Kazan alternated between resentment at the rough treatment and regret for having provoked it. He had dreams of reconciliation, where everything was as it had been. He even dreamed about Lillian Hellman, afterward wondering: What did I wantthat bitch with balls to forgive me? Yet he also knew that his conflict with many former colleagues went beyond the fact of his testimony. No longer sympathetic to the far Left, Kazan not only looked at the Soviet Union differently than they did, but also at the United States, which he no longer saw as a bastion of corruption and exploitation but, despite its flaws, as mankinds best hope.
Yes, the committee was a nest of vile bullies; and, yes, some who opposed them had shown great courage. But what was getting overlookedincreasingly so as time passedwas the poisonous nature of the ideology that those on the other side were defending. Whatever the career considerations, Kazans loathing of communism weighed heavily in his decision to testify. The horrible, immoral thing that I did I did out of my own true self, he maintained.
Not long after testifying, Kazan started work on Tennessee Williamss latest play, Camino Real. During rehearsals, someone brought up how good Kazan looked. What keeps you looking so young? he asked. My enemies, replied Kazan.
One of those enemies, Arthur Miller, wasnt done venting. When the playwright finished his one-act A View from the Bridge in 1955, he sent it to Kazan, whom he hadnt spoken with in three years. Setting aside his work to read the play, about a Sicilian dockworker in Brooklyn who reveals to the authorities that his romantic rival is an illegal immigrant, Kazan responded enthusiastically: I have read your play and would be honored to direct it. You dont understand, Miller shot back. I didnt send it to you because I wanted you to direct it. I sent it to you because I wanted you to know what I think of stool pigeons.
Miller had another reason to resent Kazan. Years earlier, the two men had worked on a film project, never realized, set on the New York City docks: The Hook. Now, in the wake of his betrayal, Kazan had successfully gone forward with another writer on a similar movie, to tremendous acclaim. That film, of course, was On the Waterfront, released in 1954. The other writer was Budd Schulberg, also an ex-communist who had named names before HUAC, for reasons nearly identical to Kazansthe party, in its drive for intellectual conformity, had ordered him not to publish his novel What Makes Sammy Run, deeming it too bourgeois.
But far worse, in Millers view (and others agreed), was how Kazan and Schulberg used On the Waterfrontthe story of a young man, played by Marlon Brando, who achieves nobility by informing on the corrupt thugs who rule the docksto justify their own treachery. From the start, Kazans first choice for the role was Brando, whose career hed made years earlier by casting the then-unknown 23-year-old as Stanley in A Streetcar Named Desire. But Brando was so bitter about Kazans testimony that he refused even to read the Waterfront script. That was a terrible thing Gadge did in Washington, hed tell people. Im not going to work with him anymore. He relented only when he learned that Frank Sinatra wanted the part. Rod Steiger, who played Brandos hoodlum brother, later claimed that hed done the film without realizing that Kazan had talked to the committee. It was, Steiger declared, like I found out my father was sleeping with my sister. For all the political bluster, it was the usual Hollywood story: career first.
On the Waterfront won seven Oscars, including Best Picture, Best Actor for Brando, Best Screenplay for Schulberg, and Best Director for Kazan. Yet in the progressive circles where Kazan was once a star, the acclaim only made the hatred fiercer.
In the years that followed, Kazan directed other memorable pictures, among them East of Eden, A Face in the Crowd, Splendor in the Grass, and the deeply personal love letter to his country, America, America, based on his uncles escape from Turkey to the U.S. But by the mid-sixties, demand diminished for his brand of serious, character-driven filmmaking, and Kazan turned to fiction. His 1967 novel The Arrangement, dealing with a husbands chronic infidelities, was autobiographical, many believedand not a few critics noted Kazans penchant for betrayal. But it was a huge success, Number One on the Times best-seller list for 34 weeks.
Yet the sixties ultimately proved a disaster for Kazan. With the country polarized over Vietnam and race, the blacklist took on fresh meaning for a new generation of leftists, who viewed the Red Scare as a precursor to the repressive present. And as the veterans of that earlier time were happy to recall, no one had acted more shamefully than Kazan.
The new Hollywood that emerged in the sixties was far more monolithic in its politics than the one Kazan first encountered in the forties, and from the outset the kinship between Hollywoods New and Old Left was inescapable. Even the old Communist Party epithetsfascist, reactionary, warmongercame back in vogue. That Kazan had remained a political liberal in the years after his testimony, with a string of trailblazing social dramas to his credit, didnt matter; nor did the fact that he had regularly used blacklisted actors. He was a bad guy.
Meanwhile, the seventies and eighties saw a torrent of books and movies about the blacklist period, pointing up the moral tawdriness of the era and the nobility of its victims. We had a number of old leftists on the executive board of the Writers Guild, some of whom had been blacklisted, recalls TV writer Burt Prelutsky, who served on the board in the eighties. By then, it was like theyd won the Medal of Honor. The totalitarian ideology that gave rise to the eras excesses wound up either ignored or sanitized.
For his part, Kazan refused to subject others to political litmus tests. Though he opposed the Vietnam War, when his friend and fellow ex-leftist John Steinbeck (whod written the screenplay for Kazans Viva Zapata) staunchly supported the war, even traveling to Vietnam to write enthusiastic dispatches from the front, Kazan applauded his physical and moral courage. He continued to profess indifference toward the scorn heaped upon him and the uncritical praise accorded those whod embraced and never publicly rejected Stalinist totalitarianism. But in private, the situation rankled.
Yet it was impossible to overlook Kazans remarkable career entirely, and as he moved into old age, he started to win some of the honors that great achievers usually take for granted. A lifelong New Yorker, in 1972 he won the citys highest cultural award, the Handel Medallion. Eleven years later, President Reagan presented him with a Kennedy Center Award for lifetime achievement in the arts. Hollywood, though, repeatedly and publicly snubbed him. Time and again, the American Film Institute and the Los Angeles Film Critics Association would consider him for recognition and then pass him over in favor of lesser talents.
Then, finally, the Motion Picture Academy announced, in early 1999, that it would give Kazan his lifetime-achievement award. In the ensuing controversy, the Hollywood Left achieved new levels of self-righteousness, though a few brave commentators challenged its version of events. If the Academys occasion calls for apologies, said Arthur Schlesinger, let Mr. Kazans denouncers apologize for the aid and comfort they gave to Stalinism. The Washington Posts Richard Cohen asked why the industry had waited so long to bestow this honor on such a legend. The answer is clear: He was blacklisted. This whole outcry about betraying friendsof course, no one ever does that in Hollywood, says Prelutsky of the brouhaha. The fact is, if everything had been exactly the same, except the names named were those of fascists instead of communists, theyd have been erecting statues to the informers on Hollywood and Vine.
The 89-year-old Kazan stayed silent. Reports described him as in frail health. His old friend Eli Wallach claims that he was starting to suffer from dementia. When he spoke to Kazan just before the director flew west, Wallach recalls, He was scared, he asked, Whatll I say? [and] I told him, Just say thank you and get off. And thats what he didand he brought on Scorsese and DeNiro out there with him for protection.
Kazan doubtless could have composed in advance the slighting headlines that would follow his death. History is written, hed noted, by the last fellow at the typewriter, and he knew how much writing his enemies had done. He left instructions that he wanted no memorial service, just a party, with everyone he knew invited, including his old enemies, if theyre still alive.
But developments since Kazans death might have surprised him. At long last, America is looking at the heroes and the villains of the blacklist period with clearer eyes. Two important new books that just several years ago would probably not have been published are causing even some liberals to reconsider. Ronald and Allis Radoshs Red Star over Hollywood gives chapter and verse on the communists efforts to infiltrate the film industry. And Time movie critic Richard Schickels forthcoming biography of Kazan credits the director for his courage, even as it reveals many of his adversaries as the unapologetic Stalinist tools that they were.
Paul Jarrico might have been right, at the HUAC anniversary gathering in 1997, if not quite in the way that he intended: it could just be that in the final accounting, the good guys will win after all.
No matter what Kazan and McCarthy have been called, it's simply irrefutable to state that they were wrong. If you look at the entertainment industry today, you cannot escape the fact that it is riddled with the very people they feared were determined to take it over.
If anyone thinks it's healthy to have subversives run the major media outlets, I guess that's their take on it. Most U.S. citizens would find it very troubling.
At what point does sedition and anti-U.S. activity cross the line? The villification of McCarthy and Kazan is nothing more than an innoculation aginst us ever considering the matter in earnest.
"let Mr. Kazans denouncers apologize for the aid and comfort they gave to Stalinism"
that says it all.
Notice how they didn't say that he wrongly accused anyone of being Communist. So long as he is not wrongfully accusing anyone, Kazan is a hero and great American, and should be praised. Communists were working to undermine our democratic constitution and were treacherous. Incidentally, it would appear that Hollywood hasn't changed much, although I suppose the Communist organization is not so structured. They have all just internalized the precepts that America is always bad and her enemies are always good.
Tremendous article. Thanks for the post!
"You think your God almighty, but you're nothin but a dirty, rotten, stinkin mug!"
And still in vogue...
I was sorry to hear that Brando and Stieger were such @$$h01es.
No mention of Ann Coulter's Treason, her best work and a gift to the American People?
Kazan was involved in an important event during an important period in American history.
And, almost alone among his peers, he did the right thing.
There's an old saying: "It takes courage to stand up to your enemies; it takes even more courage to stand up to your friends."
My problem with McCarthy was his methods. The basic result of the hearings- "Rat out all your friends or you'll never work again" was pretty nasty IMHO.
It definitely reminds me of the witch hunts of the middle ages. For example, the accused witch was guilty until proven innocent. Since "everybody knew" that there were always thirteen witches in a coven, the most horrible tortures ever devised were used until the victim "named names." When (as was almost always the case) an innocent was arrested, and was thus forced to name other innocents, the results were tragic.
I don't feel a bit sorry for Hollywood's card-carrying Reds. I do feel sorry for those who, while not communists themselves, chose their principles over their pocketbooks, refused to testify, and lost their livelihoods. They deserve our pity, and we must never let anyone be put in that position again.
One of the most interesting articles I've seen in a long time, and one I would not have found outside of FR. Thanks for posting it!
Interesting post. Thanks.
You're welcome. Thanks to Harry Stein for writing it!
Great article. Good reading.
Can you name names?
Conservative actors and screenwriters are blacklisted in Hollywood now. You can rarely be openly conservative there and expect to find work. So much for the tolerant, free thinking left in Hollywood.
If you're referring to the Hollywood hearings, McCarthy had nothing to do with them. He was never a member of the House and never investigated Hollywood.
The brainless association of Senator McCarthy with the House Committee On Un-American Activities would be comic if it weren't for the seriousness of the consequences.
Hold on a minute right there. When were accused Communists "guilty until proven innocent"?
Red Star over Hollywood is an excellent book. Not just a polemic, it goes into much detail about the communists' motives for joining the party and the internecine fights that caused many of them (but not all!) to become disillusioned or embittered towards the party.
I caught part of the panel discussion today on CSPAN, and I'm so glad to see such a mainstream film critic of Richard Schickel's stature to write something that, apparently, is rather balanced & honest about the fact that they really were Stalinists.
I'll never forgive my mid-'70s high school teachers & college professors for teaching me that the Hollywood Ten were just some hapless, idealistic liberals who were plucked off the streets of Hollywood & persecuted by a bunch of mean old witch hunters. >:-(
It's always befuddled and amused that men with tallent and a good education, such as these leftists, can get thru life with their heads so far up their ass. It doesn't take a lot of brain power to stay away from communism.
I could see a Jewish kid getting enamored of communism during the '30s. Especially a european Jewish immigrant. (The only major parties in Germany in the early '30s were the Nazis, the Communists, a socialist labor party or two, and IIRC some Christian-affiliated party.) But when Stalin & Hitler signed the non-agression pact, and the Party turned on a dime and embraced Hitler as an ally and declared that "fascism is a matter of taste," anybody with half a brain had to realize they were embracing the Devil. And many people did leave the Party then. But many didn't. Amazing, isn't it?
I'm sure the ones that stayed thought that Stalin was issuing a masterstroke of "strategery", and rationalized it up and down with cliches like "keep your enemies closer" and similar such BS.
Thanks for the ping.
I, too, believe he did the right thing.
Unfortunately for Kazan, he made a lot of personal enemies in his lifetime. I have personal knowledge of this from years of sitting in on Actor Studio classes in the 70s & 80s. He was incredibly nasty to the vulnerable young talent who came before him. (Joe Mankewicz was no better). The only nice member of the Studio was Shelly Winters and those two guys spent plenty of time putting her down.
A superb article, and an excellent find! Thank you very much.
Interesting to hear from people who actually had first hand experience with such talent.
Perhaps Kazan (and Mankiewicz) went overboard in their dealings with young talent. But, then again, perhaps they didn't. Perhaps some of their students responded to such Aristotelean methods. I know, for example, that in my own working career, I probably learned the most from one of my bosses that I learned to hate.
Of course, some guys are just a**holes -- and Kazan and Mankiewicz could well fit in that category, as well.
I confess to never being much of a Shelly Winters fan. But my attitude toward her was so colored by her role as Alice Tripp, in A Place In The Sun. Like most everybody in the theater, I was tempted to cheer when Montgomery Clift drowned her.
In retrospect, though, I have to admit that -- because of this reaction -- it was an incredible performance.
Appreciate your recollections...
I know what you are saying but the critiques from Kazan were usually along the lines of: "You have utterly no talent" followed by Mankiewicz piping up with, "And I agree with Gage that you have absolutely no talent!" This was once after a scene with Shirley Knight! (Shirley's last laugh - she's still working in the theatre and they're both pushing up the daisies.)
Shelly Winters showed much more humanity to the students and would always try to soften the blow. She was told by the big guys: "Shut up, Shelly." Oh, it was dreadful!
Stella Adler was much, much better.
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