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| What does this page have
to do with investigation? Nothing! In fact when I thought about
creating a Web Site, publishing speeches such as this one by
Charlton Heston, was never considered. After reading the speech,
and seeing the scant coverage it was given by the media, I decided
to set up this page to, in some small way, try to correct that
deficiency. If you would like to copy this page on to your own Web
Site, please do. There is a message here that deserves to be read,
heard and thought about by all Americans. Let's get it out.
Alan
M. Kaplan |
"Winning
The Cultural War" a speech by Charlton Heston delivered to the
Harvard Law School Forum on February 16, 1999

I
remember my son when he was five, explaining to his kindergarten class
what his father did for a living. "My Daddy," he said,
"pretends to be people."
There have been
quite a few of them. Prophets from the Old and New Testaments, a couple of
Christian saints, generals of various nationalities and different
centuries, several kings, three American presidents, a French cardinal and
two geniuses, including Michelangelo. If you want the ceiling re-painted
I'll do my best. There always seem to be a lot of different fellows up
here. I'm never sure which one of them gets to talk. Right now, I guess
I'm the guy.
As I pondered our
visit tonight it struck me: If my Creator gave me the gift to connect you
with the hearts and minds of those great men, then I want to use that same
gift now to re-connect you with your own sense of liberty ... your own
freedom of thought ... your own compass for what is right.
Dedicating the
memorial at Gettysburg, Abraham Lincoln said of America, "We are now
engaged in a great Civil War, testing whether this nation or any nation so
conceived and so dedicated can long endure."
Those words are
true again. I believe that we are again engaged in a great civil war, a
cultural war that's about to hijack your birthright to think and say what
resides in your heart. I fear you no longer trust the pulsing lifeblood of
liberty inside you ... the stuff that made this country rise from
wilderness into the miracle that it is.
Let me back up.
About a year ago I became president of the National Rifle Association,
which protects the right to keep and bear arms. I ran for office, I was
elected, and now I serve ... I serve as a moving target for the media
who've called me everything from "ridiculous" and
"duped" to a "brain-injured, senile, crazy old man." I
know ... I'm pretty old ... but I sure Lord ain't senile.
As I have stood
in the crosshairs of those who target Second Amendment freedoms, I've
realized that firearms are not the only issue. No, it's much, much bigger
than that.
I've come to
understand that a cultural war is raging across our land, in which, with
Orwellian fervor, certain acceptable thoughts and speech are mandated.
For example, I
marched for civil rights with Dr. King in 1963 -- long before Hollywood
found it fashionable. But when I told an audience last year that white
pride is just as valid as black pride or red pride or anyone else's pride,
they called me a racist.
I've worked with
brilliantly talented homosexuals all my life. But when I told an audience
that gay rights should extend no further than your rights or my rights, I
was called a homophobe.
I served in World
War II against the Axis powers. But during a speech, when I drew an
analogy between singling out innocent Jews and singling out innocent gun
owners, I was called an anti-Semite.
Everyone I know
knows I would never raise a closed fist against my country. But when I
asked an audience to oppose this cultural persecution, I was compared to
Timothy McVeigh.
From Time
magazine to friends and colleagues, they're essentially saying,
"Chuck, how dare you speak your mind. You are using language not
authorized for public consumption!"
But I am not
afraid. If Americans believed in political correctness, we'd still be King
George's boys-subjects bound to the British crown.
In his book,
"The End of Sanity," Martin Gross writes that "blatantly
irrational behavior is rapidly being established as the norm in almost
every area of human endeavor. There seem to be new customs, new rules, new
anti-intellectual theories regularly foisted on us from every direction.
Underneath, the nation is roiling. Americans know something without a name
is undermining the nation, turning the mind mushy when it comes to
separating truth from falsehood and right from wrong. And they don't like
it."
Let me read a few
examples. At Antioch college in Ohio, young men seeking intimacy with a
coed must get verbal permission at each step of the process from kissing
to petting to final copulation ... all clearly spelled out in a printed
college directive.
In New Jersey,
despite the death of several patients nationwide who had been infected by
dentists who had concealed their AIDs --- the state commissioner announced
that health providers who are HIV-positive need not .. need not ... tell
their patients that they are infected.
At William and
Mary, students tried to change the name of the school team "The
Tribe" because it was supposedly insulting to local Indians, only to
learn that authentic Virginia chiefs truly like the name.
In San Francisco,
city fathers passed an ordinance protecting the rights of transvestites to
cross-dress on the job, and for transsexuals to have separate toilet
facilities while undergoing sex change surgery.
In New York City,
kids who don't speak a word of Spanish have been placed in bilingual
classes to learn their three R's in Spanish solely because their last
names sound Hispanic.
At the University
of Pennsylvania, in a state where thousands died at Gettysburg opposing
slavery, the president of that college officially set up segregated
dormitory space for black students.
Yeah, I know ...
that's out of bounds now. Dr. King said "Negroes." Jimmy Baldwin
and most of us on the March said "black." But it's a no-no now.
For me, hyphenated identities are awkward ... particularly
"Native-American." I'm a Native American, for God's sake. I also
happen to be a blood-initiated brother of the Miniconjou Sioux. On my
wife's side, my grandson is a thirteenth generation native American ...
with a capital letter on "American."
Finally, just
last month ... David Howard, head of the Washington D.C. Office of Public
Advocate, used the word "niggardly" while talking to colleagues
about budgetary matters. Of course, "niggardly" means stingy or
scanty. But within days Howard was forced to publicly apologize and
resign.
As columnist Tony
Snow wrote: "David Howard got fired because some people in public
employ were morons who (a) didn't know the meaning of niggardly,' (b)
didn't know how to use a dictionary to discover the meaning, and (c)
actually demanded that he apologize for their ignorance."
What does all of
this mean? It means that telling us what to think has evolved into telling
us what to say , so telling us what to do can't be far behind.
Before you claim
to be a champion of free thought, tell me: Why did political correctness
originate on America's campuses? And why do you continue to tolerate it?
Why do you, who're supposed to debate ideas, surrender to their
suppression?
Let's be honest.
Who here thinks your professors can say what they really believe?
It scares me to
death, and should scare you too, that the superstition of political
correctness rules the halls of reason.
You are the best
and the brightest. You, here in the fertile cradle of American academia,
here in the castle of learning on the Charles River, you are the cream.
But I submit that you, and your counterparts across the land, are the most
socially conformed and politically silenced generation since Concord
Bridge.
And as long as
you validate that ... and abide it ... you are-by your grandfathers'
standards-cowards.
Here's another
example. Right now at more than one major university, Second Amendment
scholars and researchers are being told to shut up about their findings or
they'll lose their jobs. Why? Because their research findings would
undermine big-city mayor's pending lawsuits that seek to extort hundreds
of millions of dollars from firearm manufacturers.
I don't care what
you think about guns. But if you are not shocked at that, I am shocked at
you. Who will guard the raw material of unfettered ideas, if not you? Who
will defend the core value of academia, if you supposed soldiers of free
thought and expression lay down your arms and plead, "Don't shoot
me."
If you talk about
race, it does not make you a racist. If you see distinctions between the
genders, it does not make you a sexist. If you think critically about a
denomination, it does not make you anti-religion. If you accept but don't
celebrate homosexuality, it does not make you a homophobe.
Don't let
America's universities continue to serve as incubators for this rampant
epidemic of new McCarthyism.
But what can you
do? How can anyone prevail against such pervasive social subjugation?
The answer's been
here all along. I learned it 36 years ago, on the steps of the Lincoln
Memorial in Washington D.C., standing with Dr. Martin Luther King and two
hundred thousand people.
You simply ...
disobey. Peaceably, yes. Respectfully, of course. Nonviolently,
absolutely. But when told how to think or what to say or how to behave, we
don't. We disobey social protocol that stifles and stigmatizes personal
freedom.
I learned the
awesome power of disobedience from Dr. King ... who learned it from
Gandhi, and Thoreau, and Jesus, and every other great man who led those in
the right against those with the might.
Disobedience is
in our DNA. We feel innate kinship with that disobedient spirit that
tossed tea into Boston Harbor, that sent Thoreau to jail, that refused to
sit in the back of the bus, that protested a war in Viet Nam.
In that same
spirit, I am asking you to disavow cultural correctness with massive
disobedience of rogue authority, social directives and onerous law that
weaken personal freedom.
But be careful
... it hurts. Disobedience demands that you put yourself at risk. Dr. King
stood on lots of balconies.
You must be
willing to be humiliated ... to endure the modern-day equivalent of the
police dogs at Montgomery and the water cannons at Selma.
You must be
willing to experience discomfort. I'm not complaining, but my own decades
of social activism have taken their toll on me. Let me tell you a story.
A few years back
I heard about a rapper named Ice-T who was selling a CD called "Cop
Killer" celebrating ambushing and murdering police officers. It was
being marketed by none other than Time/Warner, the biggest entertainment
conglomerate in the world.
Police across the
country were outraged. Rightfully so-at least one had been murdered. But
Time/Warner was stonewalling because the CD was a cash cow for them, and
the media were tiptoeing around it because the rapper was black. I heard
Time/Warner had a stockholders meeting scheduled in Beverly Hills. I owned
some shares at the time, so I decided to attend.
What I did there
was against the advice of my family and colleagues. I asked for the floor.
To a hushed room of a thousand average American stockholders, I simply
read the full lyrics of "Cop Killer"-every vicious, vulgar,
instructional word.
"I GOT MY 12
GAUGE SAWED OFF
I GOT MY HEADLIGHTS TURNED OFF
I'M ABOUT TO BUST SOME SHOTS OFF
I'M ABOUT TO DUST SOME COPS OFF..."
It got worse, a
lot worse. I won't read the rest of it to you. But trust me, the room was
a sea of shocked, frozen, blanched faces. The Time/Warner executives
squirmed in their chairs and stared at their shoes. They hated me for
that.
Then I delivered
another volley of sick lyric brimming with racist filth, where Ice-T
fantasizes about sodomizing two 12-year old nieces of Al and Tipper Gore.
"SHE PUSHED
HER BUTT AGAINST MY ...."
Well, I won't do
to you here what I did to them. Let's just say I left the room in echoing
silence. When I read the lyrics to the waiting press corps, one of them
said "We can't print that." "I know," I replied,
"but Time/Warner's selling it."
Two months later,
Time/Warner terminated Ice-T's contract. I'll never be offered another
film by Warner, or get a good review from Time magazine. But disobedience
means you must be willing to act, not just talk.
When a mugger
sues his elderly victim for defending herself ... jam the switchboard of
the district attorney's office.
When your
university is pressured to lower standards until 80% of the students
graduate with honors ... choke the halls of the board of regents.
When an
8-year-old boy pecks a girl's cheek on the playground and gets hauled into
court for sexual harassment ... march on that school and block its
doorways.
When someone you
elected is seduced by political power and betrays you ... petition them,
oust them, banish them.
When Time
magazine's cover portrays millennium nuts as deranged, crazy Christians
holding a cross as it did last month ... boycott their magazine and the
products it advertises.
So that this
nation may long endure, I urge you to follow in the hallowed footsteps of
the great disobediences of history that freed exiles, founded religions,
defeated tyrants, and yes, in the hands of an aroused rabble in arms and a
few great men, by God's grace, built this country.
If Dr. King were
here, I think he would agree.