THE CONTINUING SAGA OF ARTHUR SCHLESINGER’S MIND
I’ve written some pretty mean stuff about Arthur Schlesinger Jr. This was mostly because he was out to lunch during the impeachment hearings. I’d take some of it back, but I don’t feel like it. Nevertheless, yesterday in the New York Times he earned himself half a gold star by penning a piece called “Hollywood Hypocrisy.” Writing about the growing distemper in Hollywood over granting director and informer Elia Kazan a lifetime achievement award, Schlesinger asks:
“Is informing unforgivable in all circumstances? Had Mr. Kazan been a member of the German-American Bund naming underground Nazis, would they have condemned him just as much? Or a former Klansman who informed on his hooded brethren? Or a former Mafia thug who informed on the mob? Or a member of the Nixon White House who informed during Watergate? Or a whistleblower who disclosed government malfeasance? No, informing per se is not Mr. Kazan’s offense. His true offense in the minds of the Hollywood protesters is that he informed on the Communist Party.” (emphasis in the original).
Now, so far, Professor Schlesinger pretty much has me on his side here. Some people think asking whether Stalin was as bad as Hitler is deliberately tendentious. I do not. But let’s just keep everyone on board by stipulating that saying someone isn’t as evil as Hitler still leaves a pretty open field for evilness. If I said, “Hey, this soup is hot but it’s not as hot as the surface of the sun,” you wouldn’t say, “Well then, that soup’s not very hot at all.” Let me be clear: Stalin’s evil was hotter than hot soup. But even if you are on the Left, surely you would agree that the Stalinists were worse than a malfeasant government bureaucrat or a member of Nixon’s White House plumbers. Indeed, Stalin was as racist as any Klansman and killed 10,000 times more people because of their race than the White Knights ever did. To be sure, if there were a Nazi or Klan ring in the film industry, dedicated to slowly and surreptitiously convincing the American people that a race war was necessary and inevitable, an honest informer would be hailed as a hero. I mean, if Serpico is still a hero for ratting out a few brother cops, why not the guy who rats out a well-financed pro-Goebbels cell in Burbank?
But then four paragraphs later Mr. Schlesinger begins equivocating like the president he defends so passionately. He writes: “Little has disgraced Congress more than the House Committee on Un-American Activities. Its inquiry into Communism in Hollywood was among the most indefensible, scandalous, and cruel episodes in the entire history of legislative investigations. The idea that the presence of a few Stalinists and fellow-travelers in the film industry was a grave threat to the republic rates high in the annals of Congressional asininity.”
Wait. Didn’t he just say no more than a 150 words earlier that American Stalinists were on a moral par with Nazis, Klansmen, Mobsters, and G. Gordon Liddy? Does Mr. Schlesinger mean to say that if a well-organized and foreign-financed cabal of Nazis were working in Hollywood, that a House inquiry would rank high in the annals of “Congressional asininity”? We have House Committee’s looking into whether or not children are too prone to choke themselves on window-shade blinds, but hearings into pro-Stalinist propagandists are beyond the moral pale? Were the House Watergate investigations asinine because they had righteous informers? Seriously, I don’t understand.
But I do like the word asininity and I thank him for providing an example.
IMITATION IS THE SINCEREST FORM OF FLATTERY
“I’m not a princess in the royal sense, but I was also wronged by a man who said he loved me . . . And remember, I was in love with him. I was trapped, too. I had a lot of pressure on me, and like Diana, I had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.”
“I’d just like to say, like, I’m not Ernest Hemingway in the literal sense, but I also have gotten drunk on bad whiskey while at the keyboard . . . And, remember, I was in love with writing and the hooch. I was unshaven and fat too. I had a lot of pressure on me, and like Papa, I was too hung over and unqualified to do anything else.”
– Monica Lewinsky as reported yesterday in London’s Sunday Mirror by Andrew Golden, who sat in on a New York meeting with Lewinsky, Andrew Morton, author of Monica’s Story, and his publisher.
– Jonah Goldberg, as reported this morning in National Review by his couch, which was sat upon during today’s re-run of Matlock.
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