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Family's political orientation--Argues communism with his father, Aaron Shapiro--High school activities.
College education--Hired as a screenwriter at Columbia Pictures Industries, Inc.--Early fiction writing--No Time to Marry--Learning to write for fil--Early screenplays.
Rip Van Winkle screenplay--More on working as a screenwriter--Tom, Dick and Harry--WritesBoy Wonder with Richard Collins.
Thousands Cheer--Song of Russia--Sails with the merchant marine--Writes Action in the Living Room--Runs entertainment office at Treasure Island naval base--Works as a writer-director at RKO Radio Pictures, Inc.
More working on RKO--Dore Schary--The White Tower--The Search--Legal battle with Howard Hughes over credit on The Las Vegas Story.
Political disagreements with his father--Early political involvement--Following the Communist Party line--Influencing the content of movies in Hollywood.
More on influencing the content of movies--Debate within the Hollywood Communist Party on the role of art--Salt of the Earth.
Working as a blacklisted writer--Ota Katz--Decline of the Hollywood Communist Party--Living and working in Europe--Jarrico's second wife, Yvette Le Floc'h Jarrico, is refused admittance to the United States.
Resuming his Hollywood career in the 1970s--Effect of the blacklist on his life--More on Salt of the Earth--Promising developments in Eastern Europe.
Statement of Paul Jarrico, written for his testimony before the House Committe on Un-American Activities, April 13, 1951.
[He died soon after this interview.]
Mr. Jarrico added the following bracketed section during his review of the transcript.
)Well, there's an anecdote about that. I've told you about my being in the navy at the tail end of the war, stationed at Treasure Island and entertaining the entertainers.
Mr. Jarrico added the following bracketed section during his review of the transcript.
) After the war, in '47, the man who had been my superior officer and who had brought me onto the base as his assistant before he left ran into the commodore who had run the base. The commodore, the former commodore, was now vice president in charge of personnel for Willys Overland. He said, “I've been reading about these Hollywood people who have been called to Washington by the Un-American Activities Committee, and I was struck by the absence of a name.” My former officer said, “What name? What do you mean?” He said, “How come Jarrico wasn't called?” And my former officer said, “Why should he have been called?” The commodore said, “Oh, he was a communist. We had that on his record when he came on board. In fact, we had him followed all the time he was there.” [laughter] My former officer said, “Why didn't you tell me? I was his commanding officer.” And the commodore said, “Oh, we were watching you, too.” [laughter] The fact is that I did from time to time get into civvies and go to meetings of the longshoremen's branch of the Communist Party, which were big open meetings, and not exactly under cover. So if they watched me, they observed that. I didn't shed my politics, obviously, when I was in the service, though the opportunities to be active were more or less limited.written for his testimony before the
House Committee on Un-American Activities,
(He was not permitted to read it before HUAC, although it was placed in the record.)
My father was a Russian Jew, a poet and a fighting man. At the age of seventeen he organized an armed self-defense corps, to protect the Jews of his hometown, Kharkov, against a massacre. In other cities of Imperial Russia these massacres occurred--pogroms they were called. In Kharkov, where the intended victims organized, there was no pogrom.
Thrown into a Czarist prison, he managed to escape to America. Like millions of other immigrants, he never ceased to marvel at the miracle he discovered here. Freedom! To him it was no abstraction, but a matter of life and death. Imagine--a land in which one could advocate whatever one believed. Advocate it, agitate for it, organize for it, and someday gain a majority for it. Any change whatsoever. Not a perfect country, but an infinitely perfectible one--because it was free.
My father became a lawyer, a defender of the poor, what the cynics call a do-gooder. He taught me to love this country, really to love it, not with the demonstrative hypocrisy of a professional patriot but with a profound concern for its people and its future.
Today freedom and America are no longer synonymous. The miracle of being able to think freely, speak freely, write freely, meet freely--no more. Do so and you lose your job. Do so and you're smeared as subversive. Do so and you go to jail. The miracle has become a mirage. You look around today and you see Americans afraid to open their mouths. Or opening them only to purge themselves, only to perjure themselves, only to inform on their friends. Consider it. In the land of the free, the home of the brave.
Why? Because we are threatened by communism, we are told. To protect our liberties we must give up our liberties. To preserve morality we must abandon morality. To prevent war we must prepare for war. To stop aggression we must embark on aggression. What fantastic nonsense.
What is communism? Are we allowed to discuss it? Is it a militant form of socialism? Does it require war, by its very nature? Is it the opposite of freedom? Are we allowed to debate it? What is capitalism? Was it once progressive? Is it now decadent? Does it need a war economy in order to survive? Are we allowed to say so?
No, for it is not our loyalty to our country that is being judged, but our loyalty to the particular economic system that prevails here. And that is the biggest lie of all: that capitalism and democracy are somehow the same thing, that it's un-American to stand for social change.
Under the guise of fighting communism, Hitler plunged the world into a bloody war. With the same rationalization we have now intervened in a civil war 6,000 miles from our shores, and responsible American leaders are still proposing that we extend this war, that we attack China now. Your willingness to see the people of the world annihilated, your willingness to see the people of America annihilated, that becomes the sole test of your patriotism.
Well, it is not my test, and it is not my patriotism.
I am proud of my beliefs, I am proud of my affiliations. I'll be damned, though, if I'll disclose them to my enemies to be used against my friends.
Yes, for the moment they're riding high, these arbiters of conformity. MacArthur is down, but McCarren and McCarthy are still high in the saddle.
But only for the moment. The minorities who are the majority in this country, and especially the great Negro people, they will be heard from. The working men, the hardpressed farmers, the people, yes, the ordinary people--they will be heard from.
There will be no pogroms in this country, and no concentration camps. There will be no war of atomic annihilation.
The miracle of freedom shall be reborn. And I shall be able to leave to my son--undiminished--the heritage my father bequeathed to me.