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Communists, must have planned to spend her remaining years in healthy comfort, sunning herself in the beneficent glow of the brave men who rule America... 1950. Howard Fast: On Going To Prison . in: Daily Worker, Jun 5'50. (543 words). click for larger image 1950. We Have Kept Faith . in: Masses & Mainstream 3(23-28) Jul'50. (2,431 words). * [ Seidman F48 ] NOW that the Board of Directors of the Joint Anti-fascist Refugee Committee have finally been committed to prison, it becomes most pertinent to review the events of the past four years which have led to this mass jailing. Not only have these facts a peculiar historical meaning for the times in which we live, but it is urgently necessary to state and restate the truth. For the monopoly press of America is wholly devoted to obscuring the truth, a devotion matched only by its vicious and unprincipled propaganda for war. Nor are these two matters unconnected, as you will see. ... 1950. [On spending time in prison]. in: The Sunday Worker, p.4, Oct 29'50. editions George Bernard Shaw 1950. Reply to Critics . in: Masses & Mainstream p.53, Dec'50. (on criticism of the historical accuracy of The Proud and the Free). (4,762 words). * When a reviewer presumes to charge me – as Mr. Sterling North did in the New York World Telegram and Sun – with treasonable distortion of fact, I think he and all of his fraternity deserve to be answered. The question of who falsifies history is an important one, for this is an era of many historical novels, few of them good, and very few indeed which have more than a nodding acquaintance with fact. A tolerant attitude is adopted toward most historical novels – an attitude so tolerant, indeed, that the charge of historical manipulation comes as something of a shock; and the singular quality of it makes one wonder whether those who charge falsification are not far more disturbed by certain elements of truth... 1951. [card accompanying first "Spartacus" editions] . [7.5 cm x 12.5 cm]. * click for larger image 1951 (nd). [Pre-publication letter advertising "Spartacus"] . [1] pp, 25 cm, typescript (printed), [accompanying Angus Cameron's Reader's Report and letter to Fast ]. * 1951 [nd]. A Turning Point . in: The American Threat to British Culture, pp 55-56. 56 pp, 21.5 cm, Arena Publications. London. * The American Threat to British Culture Sam Aaronovitch Our Historical Tradition Diana Sinnot William Morris and the Moral Issues To-Day E.P. Thompson The Trade Unions Wal Hannington Science J.L. Fyfe Agriculture A Jordan Literature Montagu Slater Publishing Jack Lindsay The Newspapers Rose Grant Children's Reading Peter Mauger Films Ralph Bond I Take My Stand W.E.B. Du Bois A Turning Point Howard Fast 1951 (nd). Bulwark of Peace . in: We Pledge Peace: A Friendship Book. 100 pp, 21.3 x 28 cm, [one of 300 statements encouraging peaceful coexistence] (p.43). (112 words). The Friendship Book. San Francisco. * My own feeling about the Soviet Union is of less importance than the feelings of millions of Americans. Therefore I say what I feel in the hope that it will convince some of our people that the Soviet Union is a mightly bulwark of peace, and for the advancement of all mankind... 1951. Peoples Artists Makes Record . in: Sing Out! Vol. 1, No. 10, March 1951. People's Artists Inc., 106 E. 14th St., NYC. Hootenanny Records' new release of "Song of My Hands" and "Spring Song," is a record anyone should be proud to have. But beyond that, it means a great deal to me because here for the first time we have The Song of My Hands on a record... William Foster 1951. Greetings to Foster . in: Masses & Mainstream p.31, Mar'51. (470 words). * WHAT do you say about Bill Foster? Years ago, I lunched with Jacob Potofsky – he was not yet head of the Amalgamated Clothing Workers of America – and he asked me whether I wouldn't write a book about Sidney Hillman. "If I wrote a book about a labor leader in America," I answered, "it wouldn't be Hillman." "No," Potofsky agreed. "I suppose it would be Foster." Not in deference to me or what I thought of Foster; but in simple acknowledgment of the fact that Foster was a giant, and that there was no other man in the labor movement who measured up to the great size of him. Even Potofsky recognized and paid tribute to the fact of William Z. Foster... click for larger image 1951. On Oliver Twist . in: Masses & Mainstream p.20, Sep'51. (271 words). * MANY things have already been said about the British motion picture, Oliver Twist. They require less of restatement than summation. That the picture is a callous and deliberate attack upon the Jewish people is no longer doubted; sufficient people in New York have been beguiled into the Park Avenue Theatre and have sat there in unbelieving horror to make a word of mouth judgment a matter of fact. Nor is it a case of anti-Semitism in a film, if one conceives of such a thing; quite to the contrary, this is an anti- Semitic film. Its heart and substance are carved out of pathological and typically Hitlerian hatred of Jews. It is a vile, nasty, and monstrously bad film - and I for one will have no part of the sickly "artistic" praise that is being showered upon it... 1951. Waterfront Morning . in: Masses & Mainstream p.43-45, Dec'51. (1,267 words). * IT WAS just turning light, still with part of the sky gray-blue, as it often is so early in the morning, when I walked down Fourteenth St. toward the river. They had said they would meet me at six, at the corner of Eleventh Avenue, but I was a little early, and there was time for a cigarette on that cold, windy corner, watching the packinghouses load meat and counting the prowl cars. They came by almost one every thirty seconds. The two longshoremen drove a battered Buick. They drove alertly, their eyes watching and counting and estimating, as if they were in a battle zone. A moment after they had picked me up, they were rolling uptown under the express highway. They had been up all night, and there was a stubble of beard on their faces and circles under their eyes... IT WAS just turning light, still with part of the sky gray-blue, as it often is so early in the morning, when I walked down Fourteenth St. toward the river. They had said they would meet me at six, at the corner of Eleventh Avenue, but I was a little early, and there was time for a cigarette on that cold, windy Yüklə 40,18 Kb. Dostları ilə paylaş:
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