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).
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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]. *
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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...
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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