The movie Trumbo is a dramatization of the events in the life of a screenwriter named Dalton Trumbo.
The man was also famous for being an activist and (here’s where the closed fist meets the face) a Communist.
I don’t know if it was by design or merely coincidence, but this film came out at the most appropriate time ever.
The fight he fought, back in the 40s and 50s, is echoed today. Some of the arguments used against him back then are in force today.
It’s the old “you’re either for me (and my opinions) or against me.” People seem to gravitate to the extremes of the political spectrum, without giving much to nuance, if they bother to consider it at all.
Trumbo fought for the right to have an opinion. That’s it, that’s all. Whether his opinion on Communism was viable or not (I believe it’s not) was immaterial. He wanted to have a voice, have a belief, and not have people castigate him for that belief.
Despite his protest, he was lumped in with all Communists of that time and put on a blacklist. The powers back then sought to keep him from making a living in Hollywood, in his chosen profession. They were so very afraid his intent was to infect the minds of the movie-goer by using stories to persuade Americans of the good of Communism.
They had no proof of this, and they couldn’t point to any one of his many many accomplishments until that time as evidence of this supposed “plan”of his.
Yet they didn’t believe they needed proof. All they needed to know was whether he was a Communist or not. The perfect example of “painting with a wide brush.”
It reminds me vividly of a guy who attended my high school. I knew his father to be a card-carrying political activist and Communist. I remember that both he and his father were ostracized by pretty much everyone. We all knew about his Communist dealings, and we all despised him for it (the son bearing the stigma of his father, of course).
It never occurred to me back then that these were people, and that there was no evidence they were hurting anyone.
If the sentiment was that strong in MY childhood, how much more strong would it have been back right after World War II?
We don’t have to guess, do we? The House Un-American Activities Committee – the group that created the infamous blacklist – went to great pains to underline how avowed Communists, as well as friends and family of Communists, were out to destroy the American way of life.
The parallels to today are painful. If you’re a follower of Obama, you’re probably an unthinking parasite on society. Someone deserving of scorn and ridicule.
On the other hand, if you’re a Republican, or a declared Christian, you’re likely a war-monger who lacks a heart. Someone without compassion who probably resembles Donald Trump.
There’s just no room for reason or honest debate. There’s little room for discussion, or for being so open to evidence and logical persuasion that one can change one’s mind.
Instead, we’re setting up camp on our prized dogmas, secure in our beliefs. Everyone outside the camp is the enemy. Instead of seeking to persuade anyone, we look to find evidence to support our already entrenched positions, to the delight and captive applause of the grinning choir.
View from a Wolf 
Do you act according to or at least try to act according to your beliefs?
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Not sure what you’re getting at. I don’t know how people would act otherwise. Unless they’re psychopaths, I mean.
Seems to me most of us have no choice but to act according to what we believe. BUT….that doesn’t mean we have to be so close-minded that we disavow and denigrate all those who don’t share those beliefs. If we’re lucky, we can actually learn from others. At least that’s my hope anyway.
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The political posturing is out of control. I enjoy politics, but even I have learned to keep my opinions to myself. The hate is out of control as well. On the other hand, I am highly amused at some of the presidential wannabees.
Reading your blog made me recall a memory from the late 50’s. There was a Japanese family in the neighborhood here in Florida. The boy was my age, but none of the neighborhood kids would play with him. We called him a Jap. I wish I could go back in time and amend that. We were mimicking adult opinions that we really didn’t understand. We were all in the 10-11 age group. Certainly we had no life experience to taint our attitudes toward the Japanese boy. I hate that memory….
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I hear you, Darlene! I know that youth prides itself on forming groups of “us” versus “them” all the time. If we’re lucky, we grow out of it eventually.
The American election seems to be comprised of liberal and conservative self-appointed elites, pandering to the hatred of the other side.
Canada just finished an interesting election, where one side tried to mimic the American model of politics, putting out attack ad after attack ad. The other side decided to play nice and just speak to the issues. I’m grateful that the latter one won.
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The encampment of our time is a sad thing. It seems we have failed one another along the way by refusing to hear divergence…. or our willingness to entertain a though outside our own.
Not sure.
Thanks for giving me more to think about.
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You’d probably like this film. It’s entertaining and thoughtful. I couldn’t help but draw a comparison between the events in that film and the real life dynamic of our politics today.
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