Speech by Charlton Heston at Harvard
 

                  Editor's Note: Charlton Heston addressed the topic
                  'Winning the Cultural War' at the Harvard Law
                  School Forum, February 16, 1999. Here is the text
                  of that speech:

 

                  By Charlton Heston

                  I remember my son when he was 5, 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
                  thank the 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 13th-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 Vietnam.

                  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 Ìs selling it."

                  Two months later, Time/Warner terminated Ice-T's
                  contract. I'll never be offered another film by Warners,
                  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 percent 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.

                  Thank you.