I first heard about this speech on the Rush Limbaugh radio show and later found that
many people on the web had reprinted it. Last, I found it in an e-mail I received this week
and decided to it with you, my Christian friends.
Charlton Heston, speaking on 'Winning the Cultural War,' Tuesday, February 16, 7:30
pm, Ames Courtroom, Austin Hall. Sponsored by the Harvard Law School Forum, a
student organization at Harvard Law School. For almost 50 years, the Forum has been
bringing to HLS noteworthy individuals from all fields to engage in exciting and
wide-ranging exchanges of ideas. Forum programs are open to the public and generally
consist of a speech or panel discussion followed by a question-and-answer session.
Mr. Heston:
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.
It’s just that there always seems 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 tho
ught ... 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 lives 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 a little. 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 like that? 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 country, 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 th at
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 the 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
apo logize for their ignorance. "
What does all 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?
That scares me to death. It 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 undermi ne 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?
Democracy is dialogue!
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 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 laws 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 left their mark 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 sell ing 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% 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 f ew great men, by God’s grace,
built this country.
If Dr. King were here, I think he would agree.
Thank you.
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