Among the Lilies

For the Reverend Clarence Arthur Wilmot, the loss of faith was accompanied by a distinct sensation: "a visceral surrender, a set of dark sparkling bubbles escaping upward." The Presbyterian minister "was standing, at the moment of the ruinous pang, on the first floor of the rectory, wondering if in view of the heat he might remove his black serge jacket, since no visitor was scheduled to call until after dinnertime, when the Church Building Requirements Committee would arrive to torment him with its ambitions."

Thus does John Updike report on Wilmot’s abrupt and irreversible deconversion experience at the outset of In the Beauty of the Lilies, a four-generation saga which is partly a fictional version of Updike’s family history, partly an account of the decline of religious faith in America, and partly a reflection of Updike’s own angry, personal struggle to find religious meaning.

Those who have followed Updike’s multilayered theological struggles since his first novel, Poorhouse Fair in 1959, will find Updike at his best in Lilies. He describes with poetic precision characters whose actions provoke the reader to beg them to choose another path; writes dialogue that reveals the pain brought on by false moves; and creates images with painterlike acuity. Here, for example, is the faithless Wilmot: "a tall, narrow-chested man of forty-four, with a drooping sand-colored mustache and a certain afterglow of masculine beauty, despite a vague look of sluggish unhealth."

In his memoir Self-Consciousness, Updike refers to the phrase from the "Battle Hymn of the Republic" that supplies the title, "In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea," as "an odd and uplifting line" that "seems to me to summarize what I had to say about America." He told Publishers Weekly that in this novel "he has attempted ‘to make God a character,’ although in ways that illuminate spiritual emptiness in American life."

With his loss of his faith and his career in ministry, Wilmot begins a terrible downward plunge that reduces his family to near poverty. His voice leaves him in the middle of a sermon as he argues for a theology he does not believe. His wife rushes forward to finish the sermon. Later, much to the horror of his wife, who enjoys the prestige of her husband’s profession, he confesses to his church session that he is no longer able to preach and must leave his assignment "at the corner of Straight Street and Broadway" (just one of many references to the conflict between God and Mammon).

Before Wilmot can relinquish his post, however, he must confront his ecclesiastical superior, presbytery moderator Thomas Dreaver. "Pale and rounded in feature, with short fair hair brushed away from a central parting, he wore a single-breasted, slate-blue business suit and was businesslike in manner, save for an extra smoothness, a honeyed promissory timbre to his voice that marked him as an executive of Christian business." Such a man cannot understand why Wilmot’s belief that "the God of the Pentateuch was an absurd bully, barbarically thundering through a cosmos entirely misconceived," would cause him to leave the ministry. "Relativity is what we must live by now," says Dreaver. "Everything is relative, and what matters is how we, we human creatures, relate to one another."

Dreaver argues that Wilmot’s lack of faith should be viewed as but a momentary blip on the path of a career of considerable promise in a prosperous institution that does good for others and rewards its clergy handsomely. The modern church knows how to adapt:

Think of how our two seminaries relate to their surroundings—Union in the middle of the nation’s biggest city and from the most savory part of Manhattan at that, but drawing vitality and the pulse of reality from it. Princeton sitting down there in fox-hunting country, surrounded by estates and lettuce farms, cut off from the real, urban, industrial world... . Change, Mr. Wilmot—from the nebulae to the microbes change is the way of Creation, and it must be our way, but for God’s sake don’t destroy your essential self. Don’t give up your calling. I promise you, there is nothing in your beliefs or unbeliefs that can’t serve as the basis for an effective and deeply satisfying Christian ministry.

Wilmot is not persuaded, and soon is trudging door to door selling encyclopedias. Before long he is dead of tuberculosis, leaving behind a family destined to search for an alternative to the faith that Wilmot lost on that hot July afternoon.

In Self-Consciousness, Updike describes his grandfather, Harley Updike, as a man who left the ministry because of what his 1923 obituary called "a throat affection." The story of his grandfather, Updike told Publishers Weekly, became "part of family mythology, a kind of blot on the common vitality of the Updike clan." It also became the germ of this novel.

Updike links Wilmot’s loss of faith to the rise of movies. At the exact moment that Wilmot gives up on God, Mary Pickford faints while making a film under the direction of D. W. Griffith. These two famous names from the era of silent films are invoked to suggest that the movie industry fills the void left by an absent deity. Hollywood is the new repository of values, and its stars provide the models of behavior.

It turns out, then, that Wilmot’s granddaughter becomes a movie star who personifies this modern idol-making institution. Alma DeMott gains fame because she knows how to play the game, and has no scruples. Alma stutters under pressure (a trait she shares with Updike himself), but she rises above this flaw and is a huge success playing opposite such stars as Clark Gable, Gary Cooper and William Holden. There is an emptiness to her success, however—a void that cannot be filled by a succession of lovers, marriage into wealth, or worldwide acclaim. (If, as the clues suggest, Alma is the Updike figure in the novel, he is being unusually hard on himself.)

Alma’s son joins a Colorado religious commune which bursts into public view in a Waco-like confrontation. She rushes to the site and, not incidentally, conducts frequent press conferences, simultaneously grieving over her child while being acutely conscious of the camera angles. Updike does not appear to care for Hollywood. Several of his novels have been made into movies, none successfully. Neither his metaphorical, poetic style nor his theological probing is the stuff that Hollywood likes to shape into box-office successes.

What are we to make of Updike’s saga of faith lost and never found? It is possible that our most revered God-searching Protestant author-theologian is suggesting that he would trade all his best sellers and public acclaim for the chance to go back and tell Clarence Wilmot that God is still here and wants to be in touch. It’s also possible he is saying that we cannot begin to locate the God that Wilmot lost until we confess that there is no substitute for belief in the Christ who was born "across the sea, with a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me."

Foolish Wisdom

In the matter of Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia and the Washington Post, we stipulate that compassion be shown to Joan Biskupic, a Post writer who reported on Scalia’s April 9 speech in Mississippi on religion and public life. Using secondhand accounts, without a full text of the original speech, Biskupic reported that Scalia "delivered an ardent defense of religious beliefs against the assaults of secular society." In "unusually sharp remarks for a Supreme Court justice," Biskupic went on, Scalia said "the modern world dismisses Christians as fools for holding to their traditional beliefs." She quoted Scalia as saying that "we are fools for Christ’s sake," and apparently didn’t recognize that Scalia was citing a biblical passage (1 Cor. 4:10).

Less compassion is required for a subsequent Post story on the Scalia talk, written by Clay Chandler. Drawing on several legal figures, Chandler informs readers of the "fierce debate" that Scalia’s "scathing indictment of American society as dominated by secular ‘worldly wise’ enemies of Christianity" has provoked. "At issue is whether Scalia’s impassioned and remarkably personal defense of Christianity" clashes with "his sworn duty to impartially interpret U.S. laws, including those pertaining to religion."

For a "Supreme Court justice to express himself so freely on religious matters is unequaled in the modern era," observed Stephen Gillers, a professor of legal ethics at New York University Law School, one of many alarmed respondents cited by Chandler. The reporter says that while "legal experts said the First Amendment grants Supreme Court justices, just like any other U.S. citizen, the right to speak their mind," other experts insist that "Scalia’s comments were difficult to reconcile with his judicial obligation to regard citizens of all religious persuasions—whether believer or unbeliever, Christian or non-Christian—as equals under the law."

Elliot Mineberg, legal director for People for the American Way, was troubled by Scalia’s remarks "because they so closely resemble those used by Christian activists such as Pat Robertson and Patrick Buchanan, who have asserted that the country is rife with anti-Christian bigotry." For Mine berg, "this is a disturbing view for a Supreme Court justice to have. This suggests a certain worldview that reads things that are designed to protect religious liberty—such as keeping church and state separate—as being anti-Christian."

An "attorney and ethics expert" who asked not to be identified told Chandler he was "shocked" by Scalia’s remarks. He shouldn’t "be saying anything like that because it’s going to come up before the court. If he’s got anything to say about religion or anything else, he should say it in his opinions. Those are the rules."

The tenor of Chandler’s report suggests that Scalia’s remarks somehow represent a threat to judicial order. But why should the worldview of a devout Catholic be more threatening than that of a thoroughly secular-minded justice?

Chandler points out that Washington State Supreme Court Justice Richard Sanders "provoked a political uproar in his state by addressing an antiabortion rally on the steps of the state capitol." In defending his actions, Sanders pointed to the career of Justice William 0. Douglas, who served on the U.S. Supreme Court from 1939 to 1975. Well known as an environmental activist, Douglas wrote several books on the topic and frequently participated in public demonstrations of his commitment to preserving the environment. Sanders also cited the oft-stated civil rights positions of the late Justice Thurgood Marshall, who like Douglas was called upon to vote on cases that concerned issues that were personally important to him.

The most uncomprehending comments from the Post were those of columnist Richard Cohen, who denounced Scalia as a "cheap-shot artist" for his attack on the Post’s coverage of reported miracles in Virginia, and claimed Scalia was "abusing" the newspaper to make his point that the "worldly wise" are hostile "to religion and religious phenomena." He quoted Scalia as saying, "We are fools for Christ’s sake. We must pray for the courage to endure the scorn of the sophisticated world." Cohen commented: "I will not quarrel with Scalia’s self-assessment, although the cause of his foolishness is something only he himself can know." Once again, the reporter seemed to miss the point of Scalia’s use of 1 Corinthians.

Scalia’s remarks are not subversive. They are an honest expression of his belief in miracles and especially in the miracle of Christ’s resurrection, and of his sense of how Christians should react to a culture that denigrates that faith.

The coverage of Scalia’s speech, according to Robert A. Sirico, a Catholic priest who is president of the Acton Institute for the Study of Religion and Liberty in Grand Rapids, Michigan, "illustrates the very point he was making: The ‘worldly wise’ disparage religious belief and believers." Writing in the Wall StreetJournal, Sirico offers this Pauline interpretation of Scalia’s comments—an interpretation that the justice’s critics have either deliberately ignored or failed to comprehend:

"St. Paul’s remark about himself and the other apostles being ‘fools for Christ’s sake’ was meant to draw the contrast with the haughty and self-satisfied. It was a remark born of humility when faced with God’s power over our lives. Contrary to the protests against Justice Scalia’s speech, a responsible use of judicial reasoning, as well as intellectual objectivity, would seem to require such humility."

 

 

Beyond Tolerance to Equal Rights

The moment baseball executive Al Campanis said the unsayable on network television, a small crack appeared in the carefully constructed shell of tolerance that prevails in this country. What Campanis, 70, did was to tell Ted Koppel on ABC’s Nightline that few blacks hold managerial positions in baseball because "I truly believe that they may not have some of the necessities to be, say, a field manager or perhaps a general manager."

In context it was clear that Campanis was referring to what he believed is an absence of leadership skills among blacks. His remarks have generated a considerable and predictable public discussion. A popular man within baseball circles, Campanis has actually been defended by those who feel he didn’t really mean what he said. He had, after all, played with Jackie Robinson -- the man whose entry into the major leagues 40 years ago was being remembered on Nightline. Black leaders, most notably Jesse Jackson, seized on the incident as a way of publicizing the very obvious lack of blacks in leadership positions within major professional sports, an absence all the more striking in light of the preponderance of blacks among the ranks of professional baseball, football and basketball players.

Only Campanis knows what was in his mind -- and the hot seat of network television is admittedly not the best place to determine this. But what his gaffe does demonstrate is that our culture’s embrace of tolerance hasn’t included a parallel commitment to the principle of equal rights. Any casual observer of American culture knows that Campanis was voicing a prejudice that is widespread. He was fired because he said the unsayable in a society that celebrates tolerance as the highest principle.

The distinction between rights and tolerance is developed at great length in Allan Bloom’s The Closing of the American Mind (Simon & Schuster, 1987) , a book that is bound to be controversial because it argues that an excess of tolerance has led our culture to turn away from a dependence on those classic texts in our national history which celebrate certain principles on which the country was founded.

Bloom points out, for example, that Oliver Wendell Holmes gave up searching for a principle "to determine which speech or conduct is not tolerable in a democratic society and invoked instead an imprecise and practically meaningless standard -- clear and present danger -- which to all intents and purposes makes the preservation of public order the only common good" (p. 28). Behind Holmes’s reasoning was the liberal optimistic view that "truth will always triumph in the marketplace of ideas."

Bloom insists that this optimism was not shared by the nation’s founders, who "insisted that the principles of democratic government must be returned to and consulted even though the consequences might be harsh for certain points of view, some merely tolerated and not respected, others forbidden outright." Nor was it shared by Abraham Lincoln, says Bloom, for Lincoln chose not to tolerate slavery even though by going to war against the Confederacy he was presenting the nation with the clear and present danger of a "bloody civil war." The principle of equal rights was more important to him than tolerance of the views of a minority that wanted to maintain blacks in servitude.

What the hapless Al Campanis did was to say out loud that though baseball tolerates the presence of blacks on the playing field, not enough of its leadership believe sufficiently in the principle of equality to make that second effort to put blacks in administrative positions. In this small blip on the country’s attention screen, we see what tolerance without a commitment to rights looks like. We are really a bigoted people, not only against blacks, but against any and all who are "different" from ourselves.

As this academic school year draws to a close we are seeing evidence that higher education does not erase this bigotry. Major universities (for example, Dartmouth and the Universities of Michigan and Massachusetts, all of which have been the scene of recent demonstrations and violence) are struggling with overt examples of racial prejudice among their students, whose education has stressed success for oneself and tolerance of others. But tolerance without principles slides easily into hidden intolerance. And where are we to turn for those principles?

Dan Segre, a professor of political thought at Haifa University in Israel, recalls in his sensitive autobiography that during his childhood in Italy he knew little of the Jewish tradition.

My mother, like my father, grew up in a climate of obsolete Judaism and of vigorous Italian nationalism, and as a result, she shared all the virtues and prejudices typical of a generation of Jewish bourgeois sure of themselves, affluent, and respected, and totally unconscious of the dangers that lay waiting for them in the future [Memories of a Fortunate Jew (Adler & Adler. 1985) , p. 23].

Segre immigrated to Palestine in 1939 before the full force of fascism and Nazism fell upon the Jewish people. Today, as a devout Jew, he is well aware of the need for something beyond an optimistic belief in human progress as a basis for shaping a nation. In commenting about the complexities of Israeli politics, it is always clear that Segre’s analysis is undergirded by a profound faith in God. He does not speak of Israel’s divine right to hold land; rather, he talks of the importance of a faith according to which decisions can be made that involve both land and people.

Bloom argues for a culture that can provide "a vision of a moral cosmos and of the rewards and punishments for good and evil, sublime speeches that accompany and interpret deeds, protagonists and antagonists in the drama of moral choice, a sense of the stakes involved in such choice, and the despair that results when the world is ‘disenchanted"’ (p. 60) Where does he suggest we might find such a moral vision?

I am not saying anything so trite as that life is fuller when people have myths to live by. I mean rather that a life based on the [Bible] is closer to the truth, that it provides the material for deeper research in and access to the real nature of things. . . . The Bible is not the only means to furnish a mind, but without a book of similar gravity, read with the gravity of the potential believer, it will remain unfurnished.

The unfurnished mind, then, is the mind that tolerates but does not believe in anything that gives final meaning to personal or communal life. Equality and the rights of others are principles that do not spring from mushy openness. They must be rooted in a belief system through which, as Saul Bellow says in his foreword to Bloom’s book, we have "access to the deepest part of ourselves -- to that part of us which is conscious of a higher consciousness, by means of which we make final judgments, and put everything together."

Movies and Censorship: Who Will Protect Freedom?

My first meeting with Geoffrey Shurlock was in a Hollywood restaurant, on La Cienaga Boulevard in the winter of 1965. At that time Shurlock was head of the Motion Picture Association’s production code office. As a longtime film buff and a critic for a church magazine, I had sought him out for an interview. After determining that I was not just another moralist who wanted to influence film content, but someone who was genuinely interested in film, Shurlock relaxed and asked me a question that was very much on his mind: "We are trying to determine what to do about a picture in which director Sidney Lumet wants to include a shot of a woman’s bare breasts. He insists the scene is essential to the film, and, frankly, I agree with him. It is. But we’ve never permitted that sort of overt nudity in a film. What should we do?"

That discussion took place 22 years ago. Even casual viewers of movies and cable television probably are aware that the film in question, The Pawnbroker, opened floodgates that have washed over us in a torrent of naked bodies, male and female. And that torrent -- combined with social change that has shifted cultural values and technological advances that have given movies access to our living rooms -- has raised, once again, questions about censorship and freedom.

To understand our culture’s current attitude toward movies and censorship, we need to make a brief excursion back to those naïve days before The Pawnbroker. The motion picture production code office was established in the 1920s as a way for the industry to protect itself against local or national censorship. The office was first headed by Will Hays, a former U.S. postmaster general who knew little about movies but a great deal about politics and protocol. Hays was succeeded by Joseph Breen, a devout Roman Catholic layman who at times ran the office as an outpost of the Catholic Church.

The code itself was drafted by Catholics and included such strictures as:

• "No picture shall be produced which will lower the moral standards of those who see it. Hence the sympathy of the audience shall never be thrown to the side of crime, wrongdoing, evil or sin."

• "There must be no scenes at any time showing law-enforcing officers dying at the hands of criminals."

The code -- which had to be obeyed if a picture was to receive the office’s "seal of approval" -- also forbade scenes in which a couple was in bed with more than two of their four feet off the floor. Words like "damn," "hell," "broad,’’ "tom cat," "cripes,’’ "fanny’’ and "tart" were all forbidden. Such restrictions sound quaint and archaic today, but from the ‘20s through the mid-’60s, various versions of this code guided the major Hollywood studios. The moguls who ran Warner Brothers, MGM, 20th Century -- Fox, RICO, Columbia and the other studios wanted the code for one reason. As Shurlock said in an interview several years after our first meeting, "I was protecting the industry from being harmed by outraged viewers."

The code worked as long as the film industry was largely a Hollywood centered monopoly. Through its influence on the code office and through its own strong Legion of Decency, the Catholic Church continued to affect the content of films. For example, Shurlock told me of his experience with George Cukor’s Two-Faced Woman (1941) , in which Greta Garbo played twin sisters, one evil and one good. In the film the evil sister sleeps -- off camera, of course -- with the good sister’s husband, and the hapless man doesn’t know the difference. The code office approved the film, but the Legion of Decency threatened to give it a "condemned" rating. So the studio compelled Cukor to shoot a final scene in which sufficient punishment is handed out for the adulterous activity between husband and sister-in-law.

The code office was changed to the classification office in 1968 when it became apparent that protection of the industry required a different strategy. Television was taking away customers, more overtly sexual material was being imported from Japan and Europe, and public attitudes were changing. The Roman Catholic Church’s hold over its members was slipping. In the 1930s the church not only could order its members to refrain from seeing a particular picture; it could also forbid them to attend a theater which had shown a condemned film. In those days, when the church spoke, the parishioners followed. But by 1968 it was evident that this was no longer the case.

Like its production-code predecessor, the classification system -- still very much in effect today, with its ratings of G, PG, PG-13, R and X -- was born out of necessity. On April 22, 1968, the U.S. Supreme Court handed down a ruling in the case of Interstate Circuit v. Dallas, which revolved around the film Viva Maria. Starring French actresses Brigitte Bardot and Jeanne Moreau, it was not a particularly racy picture, but one that the censor board of the city of Dallas had ruled inappropriate for moviegoers in that community. Interstate Circuit appealed the decision all the way to the Supreme Court. The court’s ruling was a backhanded decision that favored the theater circuit but added that if the city were to improve its system, such cases might be decided in its favor in the future. In short, the court said to Dallas: Come back with a case in which you limit your censorship to films that children can legally watch, and you will find a more favorable atmosphere here.

Within five months the Motion Picture Association of America had created a classification system to meet the Supreme Court guidelines. The industry, said Jack Valenti, head of the MPAA, would police itself by voluntarily designating certain films as inappropriate for children and younger teen-agers and then instructing theater managers to enforce the classification. By November 1 of that year the system was in place.

It is easy to find fault with this initiative. The guidelines shift as public opinion changes; today’s nudity would have been unacceptable to the 1968 rating board. Enforcement is often lax; 13- and 14-year-olds generally have little difficulty gaining entry to theaters that display signs saying that patrons must be 17 years old or older. But the system has protected the industry, and, if you will, a public that doesn’t want censorship controlling what it can see. And artists are free to explore ideas, concepts, images and styles without having to be sure that what they do is acceptable to a five-year-old.

Now we are approaching the 1990s, with a president who thinks that these freedoms have been abused and an aspirant to the presidency, Pat Robertson, who has a clear agenda on matters of morals. The question, therefore, is not whether classification is a good thing, but whether we are about to return to the simpler view of life that existed in the 1930s, when pictures that lowered "moral standards of those who see them" were forbidden.

Today there is genuine alarm at what liberality has delivered to us. Indeed, many of us who still consider ourselves liberal share this concern. While classification freed directors to use explicit language in marvelous films like Platoon and Something Wild and has allowed films like Out of Africa and Children of a Lesser God to explore the complex nature of human sexuality, it has also given us a series of slasher films -- Friday the 13th, with its many parts; The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, parts one and two -- and films like Brian DePalma’s artistically significant but deplorably explicit Body Double. Quite simply, freedom is being abused by the industry. It is producing soft-core pornography that not only can make visits to the local theater unpleasant but is available -- uncut and unchanged -- in our homes through cable-movie systems and video-cassette rental. The classification system continues to rate films and give guidance to parents -- which is its purpose. But every film rated R or PG-13, because it is unsuitable for children, nevertheless will eventually be accessible to every living room or bedroom where cable network programming is seen. Our children are once again vulnerable. Another ruling like 1968’s Interstate Circuit v. Dallas can be expected, saying anew that children are not being protected. (Under the U.S. Constitution, certain material can be blocked from viewing by children.)

In Judgment at Nuremberg, a German judge, Burt Lancaster, is on trial for war crimes. Lancaster laments to the American judge at Nuremberg (Spencer Tracy) that he never expected his slight bending of the legal system to come to such a conclusion. Tracy responds, "It came to this the first time you made a false ruling."

Movie censorship may already have become inevitable. It came to this the first time the rating system permitted schlock films to show nudity because of the precedent set by worthwhile pictures like The Pawnbroker. It came to this when the American public emerged from the 60s’ emphasis on freedom and began to worry about the effects of excessive freedom on the young. And it came to this when the voting public turned conservative.

The industry doesn’t want to hear about the likely return of censorship; the American Civil Liberties Union continues to deny it, and many of the rest of us will deplore it. But censorship is coming back because freedom is always relative in a democracy. We have the freedom to speak, but not to cry "Fire!" in a public theater. We have the freedom to keep a dirty house, but not to dump our garbage in our neighbor’s yard. At some point in the next five to ten years the Supreme Court is likely to rule that pollution of our children’s minds is as dangerous as pollution of the air, land and water.

Of course, there is a way to avoid this prospect: voluntary restraint. The various industries involved in producing and distributing motion pictures in theaters and on cable and cassettes should put themselves in a "Twilight Zone" frame of mind and try to imagine what it would feel like to have our film-viewing freedom controlled by a federal or state agency that shapes not only content but also point of view, political perspective and the freedom to make films. When the Roman Catholic Church condemned films and forbade entrance to theaters that had been naughty, we bad a glimpse of what a moralistic authority can do.

The film industry practiced voluntary restraint in 1968 to prevent local censorship boards from imposing restrictions on moviemaking. And the classification system served that purpose. But it also provided an excuse for exploitation of significant human emotions, trivializing sexuality in the name of freedom and making violence attractive when, by definition, it is ugly.

Geoffrey Shurlock told me that he was protecting the industry from "outraged viewers." The outrage has intensified. Who will protect the industry, and who will protect our freedom now?

The Last Temptation: A Lifeless Jesus

The story is told of a bishop who at a conference grew increasingly impatient over the number of ministers straggling back late from a lengthy lunch break. The first report of the afternoon was to be delivered by the Reverend Jones, but he was nowhere to be seen. The bishop exploded with anger, demanding to know why Brother Jones was not ready to give his report.

Rising slowly from his seat in the front row, one of Brother Jones’s colleagues spoke up:

‘Well, bishop, in the first place, he’s dead."

It was that old story that came to mind recently after I had spent two hours and 40 minutes viewing the controversial film The Last Temptation of Christ. What is to be said about all the furor over this picture? Well, in the first place, bishop, it’s a flawed film that doesn’t deserve the publicity that fundamentalist Christian preachers have given it.

The movie’s so-called sex scenes are throwaways, and, ironically, it presents biblical material with the literal-mindedness of a fundamentalist preacher from Oklahoma. For anyone who cherishes the Scriptures as passionate presentations of God at work in history, this film is dead at its core. To have to say so is painful, for I wanted to like the film. But that is the way it is, bishop.

Two contemporary cinema artists -- director Martin Scorsese and scriptwriter Paul Schrader -- have let their pietistic upbringings interfere with their creativity. Instead of developing the premise of Nikos Kazantzakis’s 1955 novel -- that Jesus struggled to live a normal life -- Scorsese and Schrader have reproduced the standard "beards and bathrobes" imagery of many previous literal renderings of the gospel story on film.

The most that can be said for The Last Temptation is that Scorsese succeeds in giving us the gritty, sweaty feeling of a group of men following a gritty, sweaty leader as they band together to challenge authority. But the picture is so utterly lacking in any serious theological vision that all the audience hears is a mishmash of words gleaned from popular culture’s assumptions about the man called Jesus -- references to love, kingdom, power, sin, guilt, anger, forgiveness, not to mention that constant, most oppressive of all forces, the one who makes ultimate demands, God himself.

One can almost sense on the screen the influence of childhood classrooms in a Roman Catholic school (where Scorsese was educated) or in a Dutch Calvinist Sunday school (Schrader’s Reformed tradition) in which well-intentioned teachers instilled in two little future filmmakers the idea that Jesus resisted temptation because he was God -- so if you don’t want to spend eternity in hell, you had better follow Jesus.

One can also speculate about a more recent moment when these boys, now grown, got together in Hollywood. Together they had found a soulmate in another product of a strict Christian education -- Nikos Kazantzakis, of Greek Orthodox background -- and decided that his novel, presenting a fictional version of a Jesus who had trouble resisting all the tempting opportunities that plague the rest of us, should be made into a movie.

In any event, they have made their film, and while they haven’t completely abandoned what they know about moviemaking, they have clung tightly to the image of Jesus given them by a Sister Josephine -- or in Schrader’s case, someone like the harsh father in his movie Hardcore. The film is overly long because it cannot resist, for example, having someone call Peter a "rock," or having Jesus tell a disciple to check the water cans again at a wedding celebration, or having that same Peter, the rock, forced to run away after he denies that he ever knew this man Jesus. There is nothing wrong with reminding us that these scenes are in the Bible. What is terribly wrong is seeing them replicated with virtually no imaginative flair. The gospel account looms behind every scene in the lengthy midsection of the film, an unfilmable story, written in poetic, metaphorical, passionate, committed language. These narratives were written not as scripts but as pronouncements of God’s actions in history. And as with almost every biblical film that has preceded this one, the story’s passion is completely lost in yet another futile attempt to re-present a multitude of facts in the fond hope that if enough details are repeated, the truth will emerge.

The scene in which Lazarus is raised from the tomb will probably elicit laughter from cynical younger filmgoers, for in an attempt to be authentic to the period, Scorsese has wrapped Lazarus so that he looks like a mummy who wandered over from a horror movie. Then, in one of the few departures from Scripture in this long biblical section, Lazarus is shown sitting up in a daze after being pulled out of his eternal sleep. He looks so sick that one gets the impression he would just as soon have stayed where he was. He remarks that he can’t really tell much difference between death and life anyway. He gets another chance to see the difference when three men -- led by Saul (who becomes Paul, you will remember) -- come up to him and fatally stab him with a knife.

The movie’s facts do pile up, but toward the end of the biblical segment it begins to be clear that Scorsese and Schrader couldn’t totally reject their Hollywood experience. Looking for a "spine" on which to hang all this stuff, they turn the overall presentation into a "buddy" film. Judas (Harvey Kietel) and Jesus (Willem Dafoe) are presented as a kind of Butch Cassidy and Sun-dance Kid -- two mismatched pals who stay together because they think they can reach a common goal. Jesus talks a great deal of love, but the only love he displays is toward Judas, on whom he leans when the going gets tough. And the other disciples, convinced that Jesus is leading them to something better than what they have, fill in the story’s background, looking like the remnants of a western cowboy gang.

This picture does have a few effective cinematic touches -- moments that make the viewer who appreciates the previous films by Scorsese and Schrader wince at what might have been had it not been for Sister Josephine or Schrader’s Sunday school teacher. At one point, for example, John the Baptist has gathered a band of crazies together at the River Jordan and is preaching up a storm when Jesus approaches him from behind. John waits until the last minute and then swings around, lowering his voice to a growling "Who are you?" -- as though to say, "This is my corner, Mac; take your wares some other place." But after a few short words with his visitor, John joins the rest of the cast and agrees that this really must be the Master, the savior, the son of man, the son of God, or whichever term he uses. It is hard to remember which term it was since the picture uses them interchangeably in order to make sure that God is not displeased, in case he is watching.

Robert Phillip Kolker of the University of Maryland has pinpointed the reasons for Scorsese’s interest in the Jesus story. In a study of his earlier pictures, Kolker notes that "Scorsese is interested in the psychological manifestations of individuals who are representative either of a class or of a certain ideological grouping; he is concerned with their relationship to each other or to an antagonistic environment . . . [and finally] there is no triumph for his characters" (A Cinema of Loneliness [Oxford University Press, 19881, p. 162) The Jesus of the Last Temptation fits this pattern (as do Travis Bickel in Taxi Driver, Jake LaMotta in Raging Bull and Paul Hackett in After Hours) By eschewing any reference to a resurrection -- and, in an interesting theological note, allowing Paul to suggest that his preaching of the risen Christ is more important than the Jesus of history -- Scorsese presents the crucifixion as the final willful act of a man driven by a God who makes strange demands on his followers.

In the film’s final 20 minutes or so Jesus hangs on the cross, and then it shifts to the Kazantzakis material, in which Jesus is released from the cross by a pretty young female angel (really Satan in disguise) and delivered into a dream in which he experiences highlights of a normal life, including marriage to Mary Magdalene, children, his first wife’s death, and then marriage again to Mary and Martha and again more children. Oh yes, there is a quick long shot of Jesus and Magdalene in bed together with an ever-so-slight hint that they are doing what married persons do to produce future generations.

The sequence is hurried -- and unnecessary to make the point that the two are married. One suspects that Scorsese’s insistence on leaving it in suggests that either the artist in him rebelled against being told what he could or could not do, or some satanic impulse hinted that without that slight movement under the bedcovers, none of the publicity generated by fundamentalist protest would have come about.

According to Kazantzakis’s premise, Jesus’ "last temptation" is to follow Satan, not God, and not to die on the cross but to live the normal life he had been longing for since Act One. He finally resists this temptation because Judas comes to him in his long dream and squeals on the little angel, revealing her to be evil, and pointing out to Jesus that he hasn’t done God’s will.

When Jesus does wake up, he realizes that he has resisted the temptation to live a normal life and happily accepts the death which is his fate. He cries out, "It is accomplished" -- a Kazantzakis quote -- which, suggests that he had an earthly mission to follow God’s will and succeeded in doing so. There is no resurrection, which is also true to the Kazantzakis novel.

What is the believer to make of this interpretation sans the central feature of the faith? We are left with the frustrated awareness that a man who could convert water into wine and deliver Lazarus from the tomb is himself doomed to end it all on the cross -- just another committed follower of God who did God’s will and died for it.

But since Scorsese’s central characters don’t win out in the end, he is at least consistent with his own personal vision, which lets his hero tough it out to the death. Sister Josephine would not have been pleased with this ending.

Israel and the Evangelicals

A recent full-page advertisement appearing in major U.S. newspapers argues for support of the State of Israel and voices concern over “the recent direction of American foreign policy” in the Middle East. The signers of the statement “are particularly troubled by the erosion of American governmental support for Israel evident” in the U.S. decision to include the U.S.S.R. in planning for the Geneva talks.

Israel has many supporters in this country, and ads of this sort are frequently carried in major newspapers. But this one is different. It comes from persons describing themselves as “evangelical Christians,” including W. A. Criswell, pastor of First Baptist Church, Dallas; entertainer Pat Boone; Harold Lindsell, present editor of Christianity Today; Kenneth Kantzer, editor-elect of that journal; Hudson Armerding, a past president of the National Association of Evangelicals; and Arnold Olson, coordinator and president emeritus of the Evangelical Free Church of America. This overt evangelical support for Israel aligns a branch of American Protestantism that traditionally has frowned upon religious involvement in political matters with the traditionally liberal U.S. Jewish community. These ads and this evangelical involvement in a complex political issue are a welcome addition to the dialogue, an indication that prominent evangelical Christians believe that the Christian faith has a word to say regarding secular decision-making. The newspaper ads -- under the heading “Evangelicals’ Concern for Israel” -- oppose the joint U.S.-U.S.S.R. statement on the Geneva Conference assert that “most evangelicals understand the Jewish homeland generally to include the territory west of the Jordan River,” and oppose the creation of “another nation or political entity” within the historic Jewish homeland.

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Since so many evangelicals have traditionally resisted involvement in secular politics -- most notably in recent years during the Vietnam war and in the civil rights struggle -- it is a reassuring sign to see this development in the Middle East discussion. While we do not think the solutions to the three points raised in the ad are as simple as those proposed, we are encouraged that prominent evangelicals are joining the discussion, acknowledging that religious people have something to say to secular decision-makers.

The approach taken in the advertisement, however, is not a positive contribution to the discussion. The statement makes a strong case for evangelical empathy with the State of Israel, linking the Old and New Testament traditions, and reminding the public that the people of Israel have a very special place in Christian thought. But the signers overlook an important difference between evangelical empathy evoked by the biblical tradition and the assertion of a specific territorial claim based on religious Scriptures. The use of religious validation to settle secular conflicts is a misuse of religion and a disservice to politics. Ours is a multireligious world, filled with a rich variety of tribal, institutional and national beliefs, all yearning toward an understanding of ultimacy. Israel, surrounded by Arab nations that interpret Scripture in quite a different fashion from Jews or Christians, would lean on the weakest possible support if its claim to its 1967 border were to rest even partially on Scripture.

The Israeli Labor Party, which governed Israel from its beginning as a state in 1946 until Prime Minister Menachem Begin took power in June, had avoided cultivating the kind of American evangelical support expressed in the recent newspaper ads because it knew that to engage in religious arguments over national boundaries would be self-defeating. While Mr. Begin, on the other hand, has been more willing to employ biblical history to validate Israel’s borders, even his government hints at a willingness to negotiate within modern political realities.

Mr. Begin wants peace in the Middle East, and he wants security for his nation. Those are goals shared by most Americans. There is strong indication that these goals are also increasingly shared by most Arab leaders, many of whom have been sending signals to the Carter administration that Israel’s right to exist is a foregone conclusion and that negotiations should be conducted with that fact of history in mind. Even as Begin stakes out his strong beginning position of biblical sanction for Israel’s borders, it is reasonable to assume that his quest for peace and security will lead him finally to accept an agreement that involves borders determined on the basis of secular considerations.

Along with many others who talked to Mr. Begin during his highly successful U.S. trip this past summer, I noted the gleam of the politician in his eye when he said that while he would not permit the Palestinian Liberation Organization (PLO) to be represented at Geneva, Israel would not be “checking credentials” of Arabs who come from other countries. This is a clear invitation which permits Arab participants to provide PLO representation through some face-saving procedural device. In short, Begin, despite his rhetoric, appears nonetheless to be a sensitive political leader who wants peace and security for Israel.

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Ironically, then, Israel’s prime minister is being harmed rather than helped by this employing of biblical proof-texts on the part of Christian evangelicals to answer political questions in the Middle East. The Christian faith, as communicated through tradition, Scripture and history, is a proper foundation for approaching all contemporary secular issues. But the Bible is not a document that sets forth an international game plan. Rather, as viewed from a Christian perspective, it embodies the faith of a people, who began with Abraham in their quest for God and who believe that they find God in Jesus Christ. We share with the deepest possible empathy the feeling the people of Israel have for the land they now occupy between the Jordan River and the Mediterranean Sea. President Jimmy Carter, who learned his Middle East geography in a Southern Baptist Sunday school class, shares that empathy. But as President of the United States, and as a world leader, he dares not utilize religious texts for pluralistic secular solutions.

The American Jewish community is understandably anxious over the welfare of Israel. But its present campaign -- through the so-called Jewish lobby -- to influence Congress and the president to settle into a rigidly pro-Israel position before the convening of the Geneva Conference will, in the long run, be contrary to the best interests of both the State of Israel and American Jews. The number of evangelical Christians who have empathy for Israel is large, but the number who would want to see political differences settled via biblical citations is relatively small.

There is, therefore, no long-range political advantage to be gained by an effort to wrap Israel’s security in a blanket of evangelical biblical literalism. With a Southern Baptist layman as president, the American Jewish community has a better friend in the White House than it apparently realizes. U.S. supporters of Israel generally assume that the State Department “tilts” toward a pro-Arab bias. This is a familiar charge, often leveled at the National Council of Churches and the World Council of Churches. There is truth in these allegations, in part because Middle East experience among Christians and among State Department staff members has involved exposure to Arab as well as Israeli nations. But the understandable anxiety of American Jews over the future of Israel -- especially when they hear of rocket attacks by terrorists against villages in northern Israel (and of Israel’s massive retaliation) -- should not lead American Jews to think that unceasing pressure against the president, the Congress and public opinion in this country represents the best means of ensuring Israel’s future security. Only a negotiated settlement involving all parties in the Middle East can produce the peace we seek.

American Jews are going to argue their case in every possible forum of decision-making. But we would caution them to remember the important distinction between the strong empathy Christians feel with Israel and the realistic awareness that political decision-making must be shaped by political and not religious guidelines. Biblical prophecy anticipates a future of hope for humankind; it does not, however, provide an atlas for establishing the geographical boundaries of the countries that seek that hope.

The Road to Emmaus

Traveling the roads of West Bank territory occupied by Israel, the visitor is struck by the dominance of the Arab culture. The cities, running from Nablus in the north, through Ramallah and East Jerusalem, and down to Hebron, are almost exclusively inhabited by Arabs, both Muslim and Christian. And yet, because of the hysteria of anti-Zionism, over the past 20 years among the major Arab powers and the Palestine Liberation Organization, Israel has found itself in the uncomfortable role of an occupying military power, controlling the lives of a large population of Palestinian Arabs. Now it appears possible that a peace agreement could result in the formation of a Palestinian entity in the West Bank.

One way to examine the dynamics of this possible agreement is to travel the smaller roads of the West Bank.

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The road from Ramallah to Al-Nabi-Saleh. Our journey to the Jewish religious settlement near Nabi-Saleh was unexpected. We went to Ramallah the day after President Anwar Sadat’s historic visit and talked to the mayor of the city, Karim Khalaf -- a landowner in the area, first elected in 1972 and surprisingly re-elected in 1976 when most other mayors on the West Bank were turned out of office for reflecting not enough sympathy for Palestinian nationalism, specifically a commitment to the Palestine Liberation Organization (PLO).

Several Israeli journalists I met couldn’t believe Khalaf had been re-elected; they assumed there had been a complete turnover in the 1976 elections. Khalaf either changed his attitude toward the PLO between 1972 and 1976 to a very positive one, or else he already had decided for the PLO and simply found it easy to let that be known in 1976. Ironically, in the West Bank, deportation by military authorities can await any citizen known to be related to the PLO. The political trick, then, for local politicians is to appear stable in the eyes of the authorities, at the same time making sure the public knows of their sympathies for the pro-PLO leanings of the populace.

In our interview with Khalaf, he vigorously criticized Sadat’s failure to identify the PLO as the proper Palestinian representative for peace discussions. He seems not to trust the Israelis to give the West Bank its sovereignty. In his modern city hall office we listened as Khalaf alternately boasted of the future West Bank state and deplored Israeli actions that appear to go counter to that future.

“Just last week,” he said, “the Gush Emunim put up another fence around a large area and moved in a contingent of settlers.” The Gush Emunim (bloc of the faithful), an orthodox Jewish group, has been establishing its own settlements in the West Bank, insisting that it has a commission from God to recapture the biblical lands of Judea and Samaria. The settlement that was disturbing Khalaf was the most recent of six which Prime Minister Begin had sanctioned the week after his return from his initial meeting with President Carter last summer.

Our group, which included four Americans and a European journalist, decided to visit the settlement. With the mayor’s help we studied the map and then drove north. Unlike the other 44 established Jewish settlements in the West Bank, this one is not on a map, and it has no name. But we knew that the settlers had been given permission to live in an abandoned “Taggart Fort,” one of a series of military installations placed on strategic hills by the British during the Mandate period. Formerly used by Jordan as a police station, this fort near the village of Al-Nabi-Saleh had been empty until Prime Minister Begin persuaded a group of Gush Emunim members not to take over open land but to reside instead within the more secure walls of the fort.

On the way to Nabi-Saleh, we passed the town of Bir Zeit, where a Christian university started by Anglicans in the 1920s thrives as a center for education and radical Palestinian ideology. We drove to the fort, located on the hill overlooking the village of Nabi-Saleh. One of our party, who speaks Hebrew, asked the soldier guarding the gate if we could come in and talk with the civilian settlers. In a country obsessed with security checks, I was surprised that he waved us through, carefully replacing the chain that blocked the road behind us.

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The fort is vintage Hollywood; living quarters for the troops surround an inner courtyard, with lookout posts along the roof of the fort. I had a fleeting image of Errol Flynn striding along in a pith helmet. Two men who greeted us promised an English-speaking occupant, and we were soon welcomed by Schomit Abramowitz, a pleasant dark-haired woman in her late 20s, who invited us up to her family quarters for tea. Born in Israel, she lived for 12 years in Chicago, so we talked briefly about her time there. (She wondered if I had known Mayor Daley.) When we asked if we could tour the fort, she proudly showed us around.

Eighteen orthodox Jewish families have joined with about 25 nonorthodox Israelis to establish this community, which will soon move out of the fort into concrete block houses nearby. A contingent of soldiers, tents pitched beside the fort, are apparently on hand for protection. The inner courtyard, where British Tommies once paraded, is now crossed with clotheslines, and small children romp about. Our English-speaking hostess has three small children -- two of them in diapers, which she must wash with boiling water on a portable stove. The children, two of whom slept through our talks, share a 12-by-12 foot room with their parents. Water from the fort’s old well is still unsafe for drinking, so much of their water is brought in by truck.

I asked Ms. Abramowitz if she knew how much interest the world was showing in these Gush Emunim settlements, especially after Begin’s visit to Washington. She assumed such an interest and then rather shyly asked me to tell her what people were saying. I responded that it probably depended on the attitude they had toward the conflicting claims of Israel and the Palestinians. We had reached a narrow passageway connecting the fort’s two floors when she turned to me and with a pride and commitment I don’t often hear in the young these days, said: “You know it’s theological, don’t you?” I said I did, and we went outside where she was distracted from my answer because a small child on a tricycle -- not one of her own -- was crying over some real or imagined hurt.

I didn’t agree with her theological rationale for living in this abandoned fort near Nabi-Saleh, but I had to admire her parting comment to me. “From the top of that hill” (which rose slightly behind the fort), “you can see the lights of Tel Aviv. It is a beautiful sight.” It is, no doubt, made more beautiful to her because she is convinced that her presence here both fulfills God’s will and provides security in these hills for the people of Israel.

From Nabi-Saleb we drove back down to Ramallah, where we went to the home of Raymonda Tawil, an outspoken Palestinian nationalist recently put under house arrest for two weeks by Israeli authorities for “inciting actions against the occupation.” Ms. Tawil, with her husband, David, a banker, moved to Ramallah from Nablus several years ago. The home in which they live would suggest that they are among the upper-class members of West Bank society. We visited in the Tawil living room drinking coffee and eating fruit, served by two attractive teen-age daughters. The room looks out over the hills toward Nabi-Saleb, and I was struck by the vast emotional space that separates Raymonda Tawil, here in her comfortable Palestinian living room, from Schomit Abramowitz living out her religious dedication in the Taggart fort a few miles away. How different they are in ideology, and yet how similar in commitment. I recalled Schomit’s description of how her Gush Emunim group listened to the Sadat speech the day before, broadcast from the Knesset in Jerusalem. As Sadat spoke, she said, the group stood around the radio holding hands. Two mothers, one Jewish and one Palestinian Arab, plunging forward with absolute dedication. Are they wrong to act as they do? Politics is so much more complicated when it becomes personal.

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The road from Jerusalem to Emmaus. A few days later I traveled over a different West Bank road, this time from Jerusalem to Latrun, a journey taken to gain perspective on the terrain over which so many previous battles have been fought and where future boundary lines may some day be argued. My attention had been drawn to Latrun by books I had read on the battles fought between Israel and the Arabs in 1946-48. On three separate occasions, Jewish armies tried to capture Latrun, a village at the bottom of a mountain range leading to Jerusalem.

Another British fort stands in front of the Catholic monastery at Latrun; despite several frontal attacks, the Israelis were unable to capture the fort and thus failed to gain control of a vital link between Jerusalem and Tel Aviv. This defeat might have caused the fall of Jerusalem; but the Israelis cut an alternative road around the mountains to the south, and later built another road during the 1948-67 period when the West Bank, and the road through Latrun, were controlled by Jordan.

The road that approaches Latrun from the northeast winds through the mountain range along the same route followed by Joshua in his conquest of the Amorite kings (Josh. 10:1-15). Here, the Scriptures report, Joshua commanded the sun and moon to stand still at Gibeon and in the Valley of Aijalon. This valley is crucial to control of the center of this country, today as in Joshua’s time, for it is a wide span of fertile farmland nestled between mountain ranges reaching west to the sea and east to Jerusalem and the cities of Ramallah and Nablus.

Driving through the Valley of Aijalon, we passed fields to our left covered now with prickly pear cactus and scrub trees. Before 1967 there were Arab villages here. Their presence appears to haunt the valley because the casual observer at first assumes the land has always been empty. The Arabs know better. The cacti that grow in definite patterns on these hills are not indigenous to the area, but were planted as hedges between farm huts bulldozed by the Israelis as a security measure after their 1967 military victory. Farmers who once lived and worked here are now refugees in Jordan or Lebanon they and their children are restless to return to land they have lost.

One of three villages destroyed here was Imwar (Emmaus), one of two possible sites for a recorded resurrection appearance of Jesus. A church marking the traditional site still stands; the village is gone. An Israeli explained the bulldozing policy to me in this way: “We thought we would have to give up all the land we gained in the Six-Day War, so we cleared our borders of hostile villages. If we had known that ten years later we would still have all this territory, we would not have torn them down. It was for security.”

But people do live near Imwar now. A Jewish settlement, Canada Park, has been constructed from funds raised by Jewish groups in Canada. This settlement was opened in April 1976, and it includes around 1,000 acres from the bulldozed villages of Yalu, Imwar and Beit Nuba, about a fourth of which is orchard land. A nation that fought four wars to gain control of the Valley of Aijalon does not intend to see this strategic land bargained away at some international peace conference.

I drove away from the former villages of Imwar, Yuba and Beit Nuba with mixed emotions. If a government is charged with the security of its people, then its actions must be understood in part as following from what it assumes to be in the best interests of its people. And after ten years. Israel is still not sure that it can trust the world community to provide its security in this relatively small strip of land between Jerusalem and the Mediterranean Sea.

The Jewish people, who for centuries wandered the earth without a home, are determined to take action that will guarantee that this homeland is secure for future generations. In this they are in conflict with Palestinian Arabs, who now number in excess of 2.7 million, and who also insist the time has come for them to have their own homeland. Security conflicts with nationalism. Or to put it another way: Raymonda Tawil conflicts with Schomit Abramowitz, two women with children seeking a future in the same war-torn area. They travel the same roads; what remains is that they must learn somehow to travel them together.

Integration and Imperialism: The Century 1953-1961

The Christian Century centennial history series moves now into what we could call the “modern era.” That designation is relative since “modern” means recent, and recent covers more time for some of us than for others. But as the current editor, I am exercising an administrative prerogative by beginning the “modern” years in 1953 -- the year that I first took seriously this weekly publication as it made its regular appearance in my seminary library in Atlanta. And in the same executive spirit, I am assuming that our centennial series should conclude with 1971, the year before I was appointed editor.

It is possible that like so many undergraduate students I had earlier run across the magazine in doing library research. But it was not until I enrolled at Emory University’s Candler School of Theology that I recall regularly seeing this rather foreboding periodical, whose cover each week notified readers of four or five topics that awaited within. Having spent the previous six years in various forms of journalism, my first impression was that The Christian Century could use a design artist. But my second impression was the one that stuck: Here was world Christianity presented with a sophistication that challenged the parochialism of my southern Methodism.

These memories of my seminary years returned as I began reading through issues of the Century, beginning with January 7, 1953. This history piece will cover the magazine through the end of 1961; the final series presentation will begin with 1962 and conclude with 1971. We will leave it to our succeeding editors to evaluate the magazine’s post-1972 efforts.

As 1953 began, Dwight D. Eisenhower moved into the White House. He was greeted warmly in the pages of the Century by editors who had earlier expressed some uneasiness over a military general’s assuming the chief-executive role. Editorials were unsigned, so it is not possible to determine if they were written by Paul Hutchinson, then coming to the end of his nine-year stint as editor; or by Executive Editor Harold E. Fey, who was to follow Hutchinson in the top position in 1956; or by some other staff member. But one can assert that in the editorial section, ‘‘the Century said’’ was a legitimate description.

When Eisenhower came to Washington, the Century welcomed him with praise for both his stern anti-communism and his evident piety, two qualities that would characterize the magazine’s attitude toward domestic and foreign affairs as well as religion and politics for some time to come. When the president was baptized and joined a Presbyterian church in Washington on confession of faith, the magazine saw this as an expression of a man who wanted Christian faith to affect his political life. By April the editors had become ecstatic about the new president, lauding his “magnificent” call for “a peace which is true and total” in Korea. Public expression of religious faith by a national leader was considered evidence of inner faith. There was no indication of cynicism, or any suspicion that religion might be used to curry public favor.

Throughout this Eisenhower era and into the 1960s, the editors reflected a liberal imperialism, best exemplified in public life by Adlai Stevenson. They believed that communism had to be stopped at every point, because American democracy was superior and was transferable to all parts of the world. The best way to propagate democracy was by example and through financial support, not by military might. Their resistance to communism, it should be noted, was still well to the left on the political spectrum. The shrillness of a Senator Joseph McCarthy and the bluster and name-calling of the House Un-American Activities Committee were consistently attacked by the Century. When one subscriber wrote to accept a trial offer on the condition that the editor and his staff sign a pledge that none was “or ever had been’’ a member of the Communist Party, Editor Hutchinson was so incensed that he didn’t just return the money, but told of its return in a long editorial: “We are Christians, not Communists; . . . our understanding of what it means to be Christian makes it impossible for us to be Communist. . . . [But] we shall not sign this oath” (June 10, 1953).

That incident provides a capsule view of how liberals viewed the communist issue in the early 1950s. Democracy was superior, and one reason for that involved the right of any citizen to refuse to reveal his or her private political convictions. When Methodist Bishop G. Bromley Oxnam of Washington, D.C., voluntarily testified before the House Un-American Activities Committee, chaired by Harold Velde (R., Ill.), to clear himself of charges of disloyalty to the country, liberal Christians found a new hero.

On July 22, 1953, Oxnam appeared in a crowded congressional hearing room to demand that the Velde committee clean up its files and stop attacking Protestant clergy on flimsy charges, some of which the Century suspected were trumped up by the ultraconservative American Council of Churches. Oxnam later published his testimony and described his experience in the book I Protest; a Century advertisement for the book hailed Oxnam for turning “the hearing into a forum on elementary justice and civil rights.’’

The early part of the decade was a tense time, with Senator McCarthy making his reckless charges and the nation on edge after a war in Korea against communist North Korea and the People’s Republic of China (often termed Red China, even in the Century, for most of the decade).

After an armistice was signed in the summer of 1953 the Century indicated its support of the United Nations action in Korea by asserting that “now that aggression has been restrained at great cost in life and material, it is to be hoped that communist expansionists have been taught a lesson and that no other test of like character will be demanded of United Nation members” (August 5).



The liberal-conservative division in American political life was to become sharply sectional through the rest of the decade after the Supreme Court’s 1954 decision outlawing segregation in public schools, a traumatic moment in American history that the Century began to anticipate months before the decision itself. Despite its image as a northern liberal journal, the Century was patient toward the southern states --an attitude that probably had more to do with liberal optimism than with political realism. One author predicted before the ruling that segregation would be outlawed and that the way to make a reasonable transition into integrated education would be to start with first-grade children and allow the process to be completed over a 12-year period.

The court decision to “postpone for months hearings on the means and time-schedule by which school segregation is to be abolished” was greeted warmly by the Century, whose editors predicted that “this ruling will be calmly received in the south and . . . public opinion will swing behind efforts to give it honest implementation” (June 2). The editors added: “A great deal of what might be called the silent public opinion of the south has already marked off segregation as a doomed and dying social arrangement.”

Unfortunately, as the magazine discovered through the next decade, that silent opinion, although present, was slow to make itself heard in public policy. Six years later, as numerous editorials and articles indicate, the Methodist Church -- then the largest Protestant body in the nation, with heavy southern concentration -- was still struggling to resolve its own institutional segregation. Its Central Jurisdiction, formed as a separate structure for black churches, was sill in place, setting a bad example for public schools.

Martin Luther King, Jr., entered the Century pages for the first time in March 1956 when Harold Fey chronicled the boycott of the bus system in Montgomery, Alabama, and King’s arrest in connection with it. By the end of the decade King had become the recognized civil rights leader and frequently wrote for -- or was quoted in -- the magazine. Later he became an editor-at-large. The Century, in 1963, was the first nationally distributed periodical to publish his famous “Letter from Birmingham Jail” in its entirety.

In 1958, as the Century celebrated its 50th anniversary since its “refounding” in 1908 when Charles Clayton Morrison took over the fledgling periodical, James P. Wesberry, one of a large number of correspondents who regularly filed news accounts from around the world, reported that an Atlanta, Georgia, pastor denounced his fellow Georgians’ silence on the integration issue. Roy O. McClain of Atlanta’s First Baptist Church employed his prestigious platform to confess courageously that “college professors have been relatively quiet on the race issue, the pulpits have been paralyzed and the politicians are interested in getting votes.” The truth is, he charged, the South “doesn’t have a voice because the well informed people have been quiet” (January 29).

In his report, Wesberry illustrated what the only public noises from the South were like. Georgia Governor Marvin Griffin had responded to people wondering what would happen to federal lunchroom funds if the state refused to integrate its schools with the assertion: “I’m gonna tell [government officials] to get up their blackeyed peas, get up their taters, get up their stew pots, and get out of here. We can feed our children ourselves.’’ Wesberry concluded his report: “So goes the story of segregation and integration in this part of the world.”

As a pastor in that “part of the world” during this decade, I well remember those lonely voices amid the silence of public opinion. They were reassuring and gave the rest of us some hope that the future would be better. But we also knew that we were a long way from achieving the normal integrated patterns that the Century had hopefully predicted in 1954.



Ecumenism, long a concern of the magazine, flourished in the ‘50s, beginning with the high excitement before, during and after the World Council of Churches Assembly in Evanston, Illinois, in the summer of 1954. The magazine noticed little else during the period of the meeting -- partly a reflection of the geographical nearness of the event itself (a mere short train ride away), and partly because the 1947 Amsterdam Assembly had been relatively subdued following the end of World War II.

Evanston was to be exciting. The Assembly opened with rousing addresses by an American and a German, both stressing the theme, Christian hope. An indication of the enthusiasm generated by the gathering of world Christians can be seen in the closing session at Chicago’s Soldier Field, where more than 125,000 people gathered to celebrate, worship and prepare for another seven years of service and theologizing. Reporting on the meeting, the Century concluded that too much of the Assembly’s time was spent in theological disputes. What saved the meeting -- ironically, in contrast to later developments -- was the agreement on social action. ‘‘Could it be that if the World Council studied its theology less dogmatically and more in action from the saddle, so to speak, that the council would last longer and go farther?” the editors asked. Generally acclaimed, however, was the Assembly’s recognition of the two emerging continents, Asia and Africa, which could no longer be dismissed as a ‘‘colorful geographical fringe.’’

Acquiring its new name of the “Christian’’ century in 1900, the magazine still held out hopes that the world could be Christianized, fostering the same imperialistic evangelism that had characterized Protestant mission effort for 50 years.

Evanston was provided once again with a formidable list of the obstacles in the pathway of a Christian occupation [italics added] of these two continents, and we would not minimize them. The power of religious nationalism, the revival ot the ancient faiths, the fluid shell of a social culture which cannot be penetrated by the arrival of “another religion” or by attempts to replace something old with something new -- we knew these barricades are there. What we missed at Evanston was a call to move up into the breaches, to storm the citadels [September 22, 1954].

Earlier in the decade Century editors had reflected their midwestern parochialism -- and their prescience -- in evaluating the emergence of the National Council of Churches as a major factor in American religious life. Commenting on the NCC’s first assembly meeting in Denver, Colorado, in late 1952, Charles Clayton Morrison, then a contributing editor, defended the council as an “artifact, which does not belong to the nature of the church,” but which nevertheless deserved support from denominations as a vehicle for moving away from the divisions within the church caused by “human contrivances” (January 7, 1953). Separateness was a sin for which we pray to be forgiven” whenever ecumenical gatherings are held, he asserted. In this separateness, the newly formed council “represents the most comprehensive effort America Protestantism has yet made to return from its wanderings in the wilderness of sectarianism and find its home in the true Church of Christ.”

Morrison feared that denominational hubris would work against the new council. Soon after that, the editors saw danger for the NCC on another front: the proposed location of the NCC headquarters in New York City. Arguing against New York as the site, the editors pointed out that

New York’s Protestant population is only one-tenth as numerous as its combined Catholic and Jewish populations. This one factor should weigh decisively against choosing that city as the nation’s center of Protestant life. Numerical insignificance inevitably invests Protestant church life with a minority mentality [May 12, 1954].

This situation, the editors maintained, would carry over

into staff and leadership attitudes and “blight the realization of the Protestant mission in this land.”

New York’s “alien and demoralizing environment” was simply not conducive to a majority religion’s performing its proper function. Columbus, Chicago and St. Louis were all proposed by the editors as cities within the heartland of Protestant strength. That attitude reflects the strong Protestant-first mind-set of the magazine, which was to play such a strong role in the closing years of this decade when a Roman Catholic presented himself as a candidate for the presidency of the United States.

The likelihood of a Catholic president at first I appeared ominous to the magazine editors, who, in early 1959, warned against the possible influence of the “hierarchy of the Roman Catholic Church.” Tracing the interest of the bishops of the Catholic Church in obtaining federal monies for parochial schools, the magazine recalled that the church leaders had sought to obtain funding and avoid the “impending danger of a judicial establishment of secularism from public life.’’ In response to this warning, the editors pointed out that our laws do not “ban God from public life,” but they do ban the bishops from “the public treasury” (March 4, 1959). Clearly, the Century was concerned about a church hierarchy that it felt was not sensitive to ‘‘the pluralism essential for the separation of church and state.”

As the 1960 campaign opened, a Century editorial reported that John F. Kennedy had once turned down an invitation to dedicate a Baptist chapel because his church disapproved of his entering a non -- Roman Catholic sanctuary. The presidential candidate told the press that he had in fact declined such an invitation nine years earlier, explaining that he had been invited to represent his church, and since his church could not recognize the validity of the church involved, he had to decline. The Century noted that similar invitations might arise were he to be elected president.

In a two-part series examining “religion and the presidency” Robert S. Michaelsen, then a professor at the State University of Iowa in Iowa City, concluded that in time a non-Protestant might be elected, but not in “the near future,” since the American people seem to desire ‘‘an embodiment of themselves” in the ‘White House. Obviously, a Roman Catholic represented something other than mainstream America, so he could not “embody” the public.

Following Kennedy’s nomination, Protestants formed groups to resist his election. Norman Vincent Peale was at first involved in one such group, but soon withdrew, declaring that he did not believe religion should be a factor in anyone’s voting decision. In September, a few weeks before the election, Kennedy appeared before the Ministerial Association of Houston, Texas. His assertions that he was “against unconstitutional aid to parochial schools” and that “I do not speak for my church on public matters and the church does not speak for me” were enough to convince the Century that his election did not pose a serious threat to the sacred wall of separation. His statement in Houston, an editorial declared, “strengthens the evidence that Senator Kennedy could resist political pressure from his church” (September 28).

After Kennedy’s victory, a young Century associate editor, Martin E. Marty, summed up the election in a fashion that was to become his trademark for decades to come. Displaying his gift of cogent insight and summary observation, Marty observed that Kennedy’s inauguration symbolically marked the end of Protestantism as a national religion and its advent as the “distinctive faith of a creative minority.’’

That “distinctive faith” ventured down a different ecumenical path in 1960 with the proposal by United Presbyterian Eugene Carson Blake that four major denominations -- his own, the Methodist Church, the Episcopal Church and the United Church of Christ -- merge into one denomination. His proposal, made in San Francisco just before a National Council assembly, was quickly seconded by Episcopal Bishop James Pike, and the idea was dubbed the Blake-Pike proposal. From it grew the Consultation on Church Union, which, 24 years later, continues to move toward some form of uniting with less verve than at the start, but still reflecting some hope for overcoming the Protestant divisions that prompted the original proposal.

Strongly affirming the idea of a united church, the Century praised the potential and then turned its attention to the next World Council of Churches Assembly, this time in far-off New Delhi, India. Perhaps the world ecumenical mood had dampened a bit, or perhaps the great distance had an impact. Whatever the reason, New Delhi did not evoke the excitement that had surrounded the 1954 Evanston Assembly. Organized ecumenism was clearly in a muted stage. Nonetheless, the editors were unceasing in their support of ecumenical organizations. In an earlier editorial, they had strongly affirmed the National Council’s increasing tendency to issue proclamations and resolutions on social issues. Quoting a denominational paper’s editorial, the Century said: ‘‘If anxious Protestants would actually read and digest the documents of the National Council . . . they would come to admire rather than to suspect this bulwark of Christian Protestantism in America’’ (July 12, 1961).



Internally, Protestantism had divisions in addition to denominational ones. The popularity of the dynamic young evangelist Billy Graham at first drew news coverage and then, as his ministry grew, brought sharp negative criticism. In a November II, 1956, editorial, the editors wondered why Dr. Graham did not respond to public criticism from theologian Reinhold Niebuhr for not addressing “the race issue’’ in his preaching. It was not enough, the magazine observed, for Graham to write in a Lifr magazine article that ‘‘discrimination on the basis of race was unkind, [but] that Negroes should cultivate the virtue of patience.’’ Graham ignored both Niebuhr and the Century.

Norman Vincent Peale’s “positive thinking’’ was also harshly criticized in editorials and articles throughout the decade. But it was within the Century’s own family of authors that a particularly strong exchange occurred the next year. Reinhold Niebuhr on several occasions demanded that his German colleague Karl Barth be more forthcoming in opposing Soviet aggression in Eastern Europe. Following the 1956 Hungarian uprising, Niebuhr wrote a stinging rebuke of Barth, asking, ‘‘Why Is Barth Silent on Hungary?’’ The American writer observed that even the lowly party hacks in the Communist parties of Britain and France have been shocked but Barth himself has remained silent’’ (January 23, 1957).

And when Barth published a letter he had written to an East German pastor, counseling him to be neutral toward the communist government there, Niebuhr was harsh in his objection to Barth’s ‘‘above-the-battle Christian witness.’’ Barth had told the pastor that loyalty to a state does not mean ‘‘regarding the state as good or agreeing with its purpose.” To Niebuhr, however, it was necessary for Christians to ‘‘take our moral responsibilities in this world seriously and [that requires] hazardous political judgments’’ (February II, 1959).

This mood of anticommunism among American liberals made it difficult for the Century to engender much support for Cuba’s emerging revolution. Still, several long articles, including one by Managing Editor Theodore A. Gill, encouraged the United States to affirm the new government in that island as a welcome change from the oppression of Fulgencio Batista. Radicals of any stripe, however, were viewed with caution by the Century. For example, Editor Harold Fey disliked Chicago social activist Saul Alinsky’s confrontational methods of neighborhood organizing. The editors were still convinced that orderly and voluntary reform was the only method of social change that Christians should wholeheartedly support.

Almost as though in preparation for the coming civil rights struggle of the ‘60s, an American Baptist minister originally from South Carolina, Kyle Haselden, was named managing editor in 1960. He was to become recognized as a perceptive observer of the racial developments of the 1960s, a time when Martin Luther King’s patient march toward equality began to give way to more violent methods of direct confrontation. Haselden would become editor in 1964, succeeding Harold Fey, who had taken over from Paul Hutchinson in January 1956. Three months after leaving the magazine, Hutchinson died of a heart attack while on a trip with his wife in Texas. Fey is still a Century contributing editor.

When the decade closed, a longtime fixture at the Century also closed his career. Halford Luccock, whose column had long appeared under the byline of Simeon Stylites, died at the age of 75 on November 5,1960. He had begun his column as a “letter to the editor” in 1948, and it continued until just before his death. The column was a word of wisdom delivered with a touch of humor, and a gentle reminder of the human spirit’s foibles.

One of Luccock’s best was a 1954 column mourning the passing of the old tradition of Friday afternoon school poetry recitals. No longer, he lamented, did the assembly hall ring with the likes of ‘‘The Charge of the Light Brigade” or “Curfew Shall Not Ring Tonight.”

Today’s sophisticates may say “how terribly quaint.” It was more than quaint. It was storing the mind with music and imagination. People who learned to repeat poetry often kept it in mind for a lifetime. When a person does not know any poetry there is a dimension of mind and soul missing; part of the human heritage has been lost. . . . The Bible is [also] not in the memory of the multitudes. They do not possess its cadence or recognize its words. Few pastors would dare start to lead a congregation in repeating the First Psalm. Even the 23rd is a big risk. Half the congregation will still be feeding in green pastures while the more venturesome sheep have jumped on to eating at a table in the presence of their enemies [October 6].

That was Luccock’s way of gently telling us that the olden times had much to contribute. We are the poorer for letting such practices get away from us. Which suggests again the value of looking back on our history. Much is there that tells us of the future.

Adopting Realism: The Century 1962-1971

 “Nach Amerika gehen? Das ist für Brunner, aber nich für mich!” The Christian Century quoted that statement (which may be apocryphal) from Karl Barth in preparing its readers for the eminent Swiss theologian’s 1962 visit to the United States. Barth and the Century had viewed the world quite differently during the previous 35 years, a contrast the magazine oversimplified as withdrawal from the world to regroup (in Barth’s case) versus continued involvement in society’s struggles.

Then in April 1962, the 70-year-old Barth lifted his boycott of the United States to accept a three-city invitation to deliver lectures in this country. His first stop was Chicago, where he packed the 2,400-seat Rockefeller Chapel at the University of Chicago for a series of talks titled “Introduction to Evangelical Theology.” Seated in a front press pew just below the pulpit, the Century editors -- long a journalistic embodiment of classic liberalism -- came to debate (and to admire) this gracious man whose “pessimism’’ had so riled the optimistic American church. The editors were not converted in that weeklong exposure, but they were impressed with this man who had once likened the “American way of life” to the biblical “fleshpots of Egypt.’’

Eager to wage war against society’s failure to care for the helpless, the Century had been restless with Barth’s insistence that the church’s prime responsibility was to open itself to God’s mysterious transcendence. Now, listening to him along with the worshipful and the skeptical, the editors had to acknowledge that “theology has come to be taken most seriously again in our time where it defines itself most modestly, without slippery movements into all the other disciplines, without fastening an encroaching grasp or a suffocating embrace on other human enterprises” (May 16, 1962).

It was a time, they understood Barth to be saying, to retreat in order to advance, prophesy, attack. But how could the church make that crucial move? Barth himself had “redefined theology” and put it to work with such passion that “no area of culture or society is really foreign to his interests.” They noted that this Swiss scholar moved easily from Moses to Mozart, from Mesopotamia to East Germany, from obedience to Caesar to defiance of Hitler. However, even as they admired his catholicity, they still could not find the point at which the shift from transcendence to involvement took place.

There was no hostility in the Century’s coverage of Barth’s American tour, only grudging admiration for the enormous impact of Barthian thought on every generation since the 1920s. And that influence touched the orthodox evangelical as readily as it reached the elite intellectual liberal.

Barth’s visit became a media event in 1962, assured by his appearance on the cover of Time. But for the Century it marked something else: a slowly shifting awareness that, hereafter, social gains would be achieved in a more “realistic” atmosphere. The 1954 Supreme Court decision to integrate public schools “with all deliberate speed” was taking longer than the magazine had predicted. And a major obstacle to breaking the barriers of race was the church itself. The Methodists, for instance, were still mired in debate over what to do with their own segregated Central Jurisdiction. While Karl Barth’s April 1962 visit did not break new theological. ground, it did symbolize a fusion of optimism on this side of the Atlantic with Europe’s doctrinal insistence that God would not be mocked by the slowness of society’s structural changes.

The decade 1962-1971 -- the era covered by this final article in the Century’s centennial series -- began with Barth’s arrival and ended with the last gasp of the McGovern movement’s political attempt to impose idealism on an increasingly conservative public.

In those years the Century and the rest of the country lived through three assassinations of national leaders -- two Kennedy brothers and Martin Luther King, Jr. The war in Vietnam escalated to an appalling level, and racism became more ugly and obvious, not just an embarrassing presence in society. Three editors served the magazine in that period, an unusually frequent change of command for a magazine that has known only six chief editors from 1908 to the present.

In 1964 Harold E. Fey completed his 24-year stint with the magazine -- eight years as editor -- just in time for former managing editor Kyle Haselden to begin his four-year editorship with an editorial endorsing President Lyndon B. Johnson for re-election. A brain tumor took Haselden’s life at age 55 in 1968. He was succeeded by Alan Geyer, who served through 1971. I started my tenure in June of 1972.

The ‘60s were exhilarating times, stunning in sudden shifts of public sentiment and horrifying in the destruction from riots and war. Through the decade the Century kept a watchful eye on some of its major concerns -- race relations; church-state separation; the ongoing and welcome developments of Vatican II; the rights of the Palestinians; the threat of extremists to religious liberalism -- but it displayed a realistic adjustment to the times. The imperialism that had led the editors to share cold-war sentiments against any manifestation of communist strength now gave way to a recognition that something other than communist expansionism was happening in Vietnam. The legitimate urge of a people to establish their own future was also at work.

In an impassioned report written from Washington, D.C., Editor Haselden described a gathering of 2,400 clergy, seminarians, nuns and laypeople who came together January 31-February 1, 1967, “to condemn as morally irresponsible U.S. military intervention in Vietnam’s civil war, to plead with the administration to abandon brutal warfare against civilians and to beg their senators and representatives to take whatever steps are necessary to secure a negotiated peace” (February 15, 1967). The mobilization had been called by Clergy and Laymen Concerned About Vietnam, one of the first such efforts by the activist group now known as Clergy and Laity Concerned.

Haselden joined the conference’s Illinois delegation when it visited its elected public servants. He was struck by the contrast between veteran Senator Everett Dirksen -- who shouted at one delegate a “peevish, boorish command, ‘Hush up!’” -- and the state’s freshman senator, Charles Percy -- who displayed “an obvious willingness to have members of his constituency reason with him about [his stand].”

The two-day meeting also included two mass meetings at New York Avenue Presbyterian Church in Washington, featuring addresses by Robert McAfee Brown, William Sloane Coffin and Rabbi Abraham J. Heschel, each of whom would, in the ensuing years, continue to be outspoken opponents of the nation’s Vietnam policy. Congressional support for the protesters ranged from the polite Percy audience to speeches from vigorous antiadministration senators: Wayne Morse (D., Ore.), Ernest Gruening (D., Alaska) and Eugene McCarthy (D., Minn.).

Rabbi Heschel twice quoted a section of a position paper by the event’s organizers that stated the need to take steps for peace. ‘‘If we do not take those steps, we firmly believe that God will judge us harshly, and will hold us accountable for the horror we continue to unleash.” The war in Vietnam, started under John F. Kennedy, was now being escalated into a major conflict by a president whom The Christian Century had endorsed just two and one-half years earlier.



That endorsement broke with tradition, and it also cost the magazine a year’s punishment by the Internal Revenue Service. The federal agency revoked the magazine’s tax-exempt status for violating a specific regulation that forbids organizations covered by section 501-c-3 of the IRS code from endorsing political candidates. The rash step was taken early in the 1964 campaign with a lead editorial, “Johnson? Yes!” published September 9, Fey had stepped down as editor three weeks earlier, and, in one of his first editorials as the new editor, Haselden told readers that he was dropping “the other shoe,” since Fey had written a “Goldwater? No!” editorial just before the Republican convention in July.

“Yes,” Haselden boldly proclaimed, “we endorse Johnson.” He did so not merely because of the fears raised by Goldwater, “but because a Johnson-Humphrey administration will handle both the perils and the promises facing this nation soberly, wisely and successfully.” Johnson’s “spotty” civil rights record caused some concern, but not enough to halt the endorsement.

Haselden was not naïve. He knew the IRS regulations as well as any other editor, but he dropped the “other shoe” because he strongly feared a Goldwater administration. Ironically, the technical violation of IRS rules might have gone unnoticed except that right-wing leader Billy James Hargis, who lost his tax exemption for politicizing his religious radio station, protested that the Century’s editorial exceeded the tax guidelines. An audit followed, after which the one-year punishment was leveled.

When Haselden in early 1967 joined church resistance to the Johnson administration’s Vietnam policies, he was not being inconsistent with the 1964 endorsement. There had been a general consensus during the election that Johnson was to be trusted over Goldwater to keep his finger off the nuclear button. In Congress the Gulf of Tonkin resolution, which gave the president unlimited freedom to pursue his war, passed with minimum protest. Soon, however, the optimism of 1964 vanished in the muddy jungles of Vietnam and the bloody streets of Saigon.

And as that optimism diminished, the Century also turned from its traditional assumption that American-style democracy was so superior to any other political option that it deserved automatic celebration wherever it encountered opposition. Right-wing extremists took over unbridled patriotism in the 1960s -- a development that led, unfortunately, to the identification of the left, including the Century, as opponents of the United States. This identification, as the 1984 presidential campaign showed, allowed both sophisticated conservatives and anti-intellectual fundamentalists to brand any criticism of U.S. foreign policy as unpatriotic.

A good example of these false charges took place when, in 1962, John Bennett, then dean of Union Theological Seminary in New York City, submitted a letter to the editor in response to conservative attacks. Bennett had appeared on a television program and made the case that, as he explained it, “we should avoid identifying the Christian opposition to communism as a faith and an ideology with the international conflict involved in the ‘cold war.’ Christians should oppose communism by appropriate methods both religiously and politically, but they should not combine the passions of religion with the hostilities and fears of politics” (February 28, 1962).

Bennett was writing in reply to a charge in a newspaper column by Barry Goldwater, then two years away from his unsuccessful race for president. Goldwater, alluding to Bennett’s TV appearance, quoted the theologian as saying that “the church should not fight communism.” Bennett pointed out in his letter that Goldwater omitted an important adjective in that quote, for he had actually argued that the church should not be engaged in “a holy war” against communism.”

The issue joined between Bennett and Goldwater in 1962 is precisely the same battle that is being waged in 1984, and the right’s tactics do not seem to have changed -- though its sophistication has increased. Indeed, in the 1960s the liberal church leadership grew careless in part because the opposition from the right was so bombastic and uninformed. Carl McIntire’s crusade was in full force then, but he attracted little serious public attention. Fred Schwarz’s Christian Anti-Communism Crusade became something of a traveling road show, moving into major cities to preach patriotism and hatred, denouncing the “commie-led World Council of Churches.”

One of Schwarz’s crusades took place in Seattle, Washington. Just before the crusade, Protestant, Catholic and Jewish leaders in the city issued a strong statement denouncing those “who cast doubt upon the loyalty of the state department and officials in other departments of government, and many of our proven patriots and statesmen of long standing  (February 28, 1962). The Seattle leaders insisted that they “stood adamant against the communist evil,” but they wanted the public to notice the “threatening likeness between certain anticommunist movements now in vogue and events which transpired in Germany and Italy incident to the rise of the nazi and fascist regimes.”



The early ‘60s, then, were a time when liberals fought against extremism from the right, even as they constantly repeated their abhorrence of communism. By the end of the decade, however, as the McGovern crusade caught on and seized the imagination of the young, abhorrence of communism gave way to grudging admiration and, in extreme cases, outright endorsement. In contrast, there had been no Jane Fondas in the early ‘60s to goad the nation’s conservatives.

What we did have throughout that decade, as the Century pages indicate, was a growing dismay over the inability of a democracy to halt racism at home and an immoral war abroad. As they despaired over fostering change through the process, secular antiwar movements -- which strongly influenced church attitudes, both negatively and positively -- became extreme in their efforts to awaken a stubborn public. Long-haired youth brandishing Vietnamese flags and the sight of an American flag being burned and trampled soon turned the national mood from unease to ugliness. Polarization took over, and by the time the Democratic Party (with the almost unanimous support of mainline liberal churchpeople) had reformed itself enough to take the presidential nomination from traditional liberals and bestow it on a more radical candidate, the crusade’s tactics had doomed the movement to minority status.

If one looks back from the perspective of the 1984 Reagan landslide, it is evident that the defeat of radicalism in 1972 has now been joined in history by the additional defeat of traditional liberalism in 1984. First McGovern and now Mondale, both sons of Methodist preachers, have been decisively repudiated by the American public. That repudiation, however, need not be the final word on the turmoil of the 1960s, a time when change was not, in fact, slow, and did not come with “deliberate speed” but was harshly thrust upon us. Progress was made then through a liberal religious-secular alliance. Today in the 1980s a potential war in Nicaragua draws widespread opposition, military budgets are closely examined, and social programs are still defended. Victories don’t always come through political elections; sometimes, as has been said of John Ford movies, we may achieve “victory through defeat.”

This may be an insight gained from merging the pessimism that Karl Barth felt about humankind and the optimism he felt about the transcendent God -- insight that came gradually to The Christian Century editors during the 1960s.

Placing Blame in a Religious State

Stepping into the political turmoil of Israel after being steeped in the United States presidential campaign is akin to moving into an advanced seminar on theological ethics from a third-grade church school classroom. In the New York primary, the level of political discussion never rose above the issue of relocating the U.S. embassy from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem -- a blatant, shallow appeal for Jewish votes. And the matter of whether prayer should be permitted in schoolrooms almost exhausts the theological agenda of the White House incumbent.

But in Israel, which holds a national election July 23, citizens will be voting for candidates who recently were exposed to a national inquiry over the difference between direct and indirect responsibility for evil. Following the massacre of Palestinian refugees in the Sabra and Shatilla refugee camps in Beirut, an Israeli Commission of Inquiry acknowledged that the actual killing had been carried out by Christian Phalangist troops. But it reached into Jewish religious tradition to insist that indirectly, some of its own government leadership was responsible.

In its Final Report the Commission stated that a basis for such [indirect] responsibility may be found in the outlook of our ancestors, which was expressed in things that were said about the moral significance of the Biblical portion concerning the ‘beheaded heifer’ (Deut. 21: 6-7).’’ In that passage, a man had been slain near a city. The principle was set forth that the elders of the city may, on such an occasion, wash their hands of responsibility for the death in the blood of a slain heifer. This is further explained in the Talmud:

The necessity for the heifer whose neck is broken only arises on account of the niggardliness of spirit,  as it is said, “Our hands have not shed this blood.” But can it enter our minds that the elders of a Court of Justice are shedders of blood! The meaning is, [the man found dead] did not come to us for help and we dismissed him, we did not see him and let him go- -- i.e., he did not come to us for help and we dismissed him without supplying him with food, we did not see him and let him go without escort [Tractate Sota 38b].

The Talmud demands a higher standard thati one’s merely absolving oneself of direct responsibility. At another point, the Talmud insists:

Whosoever has the capacity to protest to prevent his household from committing a crime and does not is accountable for the sins of his household; if he could do so with his fellow citizens, he is accountable for the crimes of his fellow citizens; if the whole world, he is accountable for the whole world. [Sabbath 54b].

According to Reuven Kimelman in “Judging Man by the Standards of God,” in the Jewish Monthly (May 1983), when Brigadier General Amos Yaron was relieved of his duties for three years because the Phalangists’ massacre took place under his jurisdiction, he did not protest that he was being tried by Jewish standards “instead of normal military procedure.” Rather. he issued a statement noting:

I do not have a single complaint against a single word written in the Report of Inquiry Commission. I have but one consideration -- that which we are duty-bound to bequeath to the soldiers of the future of the I. D. F. [the Israeli army], the values whereby they shall love and sacrifice for the sake of the security of Israel. And as in the past, so in the future, they must be trained in the highest Jewish value of all -- that human life is a sacred absolute

Kimelman, a professor at Brandeis University, concludes in his analysis of the commission’s report that “It remains to be seen whether a modern nation state, beseiged on so many fronts, can maintain such a demanding moral standard. . . .If the Israeli effort to admit and rectify errors bears fruit, the lyricism ‘a light to the nations’ may yet become reality.”

It is against this background of public moral struggle that the people of Israel prepare to vote on July 23 for their next government, in an election that pits the conservative Likud Party of Menachem Begin and current Prime Minister Yitzak Shamir against the Labor Party headed by two-time loser Shimon Peres. During a mid-April visit to Israel, I discovered once again the seriousness with which citizens of this nation take their politics. And while most of the population is made up of nonobservant Jews, even these people are willing to take note of the writings of Deuteronomy and the Talmud in reaching judgments about the national character.

During one long luncheon discussion in a fashionable Jerusalem restaurant a few hundred yards from the southeast corner of the wall surrounding the Old City, an Israeli friend lamented to me the high cost his people pay for continued occupation of lands captured in the 1967 war --that territory the world calls the West Bank, carefully renamed by the current government Judea and Samaria (Gaza is still Gaza, of course). He was speaking not of the price of constructing the rapidly developing housing units and actual cities on the West Bank, but of the cost to the national character.

I could not forget a story he had told me earlier of his own role in the military capture of Mt. Zion in the aforementioned Six-Day War. That was what was on my mind as my friend stated quietly that his compatriots were helping to “create a generation of young people in danger of sanctioning barbarous actions.” Like so many middle-aged Zionists, this man had suffered moral agonies during the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon. At first he reluctantly agreed that a tentative probe northward would solve the problem of Palestinian attacks from Soviet-built missiles that were raining death on northern Galilee. But as the army pushed further toward Beirut and it became clear that the occupation of all of Lebanon had been the purpose of the invasion from the start, moderate and liberal Israelis turned from supporting the policies of Begin and former Defense Minister Ariel Sharon to vocal disapproval.

Sitting in the pleasant sunshine of an April afternoon, my friend and I worried about the future of Israel, which may turn even further to the right if the Likud government is retained in the election. There is hope in the fact that so many Israelis anguish over the difference between direct and indirect responsibility.

Our own nation’s willingness to limit responsibility for the 1968 My Lai massacre in Vietnam to those immediately involved suggests a vast difference between a democracy based strictly on a legal code and one rooted in Old Testament morality. Indirect responsibility for the My Lai killing of 347 civilians was not borne by anyone -- from the high-ranking officials who learned of the massacre and took no punitive action to Captain Ernest Medina, Lieutenant William Calley’s commanding officer. He was absolved of charges that he was culpable for the deaths of 100 people. Only Calley himself was found guilty.



Much to the consternation of many Israelis and American Jews, Israel does things differently. It was founded as a religious state and continues to measure itself by religious standards. There is something which could erode that religious commitment, however: the occupation of Arab land seized in the 1967 war.

I drove around the “suburbs” of Jerusalem with Ibrahim Matar, a Palestinian engineer and planner who works for the Mennonite Central Committee in East Jerusalem. Conditions on the West Bank remain as bad as I had found them on several previous visits. Without a body to call its “government”-- the Lebanon war reduced the Palestine Liberation Organization from a leadership entity to a merely symbolic force -- the Palestinians are deprived of any real hope that the land grab by Israel will be halted. Jewish settlements, built on confiscated Palestinian land, now ring the city of Jerusalem like a modern city wall: sprawling collections of small cities, filled with immigrants from the United States, Europe and especially from North Africa. The latter come to Israel with little openness to positive relationships with Arabs, having suffered themselves as minorities in Arab states. These are the Sephardic Jews, now filling the lower economic strata of Israeli society. They constitute the strong voting bloc exploited by Begin in his earlier victories and certain to provide the Likud Party with a heavy voter turnout in the July elections.

The Israeli takeover of the West Bank is rapidly reaching a point of no return. I remember the mayor of Bethlehem’s telling a group of us in 1982 that the clock’s hands stood at nearly midnight; soon it would be too late to reverse Israel’s control of the West Bank. Two years later, as we observe the settlements that have spread unabated despite feeble U.S. protests. we must conclude that Israel has no intention, under any government, of relinquishing this territory it considers so vital to its own security.

But, as I find myself repeating on each return trip here, at what a terrible cost! Eight years ago, according to an orthodox Jewish settler quoted by Amos Oz in his book, In the Land of Israe1 (Fontana, 1983), There were, in all of Samaria [the northern half of the West Bank], from Afula down to Jerusalem, exactly fifteen Jewish settlers.” .Today, in both Judea and Samaria, there are ‘‘twenty-five thousand-Jews, not counting greater Jerusalem. And, he adds, with personal satisfaction, five years from now, if you go by home construction starts, there’ll be fifty to a hundred thousand.”

I watched some of those construction projects, including one that had begun north of Jerusalem in a wheat field, confiscated in recent days from a Palestinian farmer. As the bulldozers roared, I was reminded of the suburban growth around U.S. cities, and of the fact that farmlands have to give way there, too, as homes are constructed. But there is a difference; here ownership and identity of the land are in dispute.

On a road outside the large West Bank Arab city of Ramallah, a Hyatt Regency hotel is being built on land also expropriated from Arab owners. Israeli law permits this takeover from Palestinian residents, but it has been reluctant actually to remove homes in which Palestinians live. So in the shadow of the new Hyatt Regency, several modest-sized houses still stand, occupied by Palestinian families whose farmland has already disappeared -- soon to be replaced by expensive housing for tourists and traveling business personnel. Israel’s occupation can be expected to progress apace, disturbed only by occasional outbursts of senseless violence on the part of Palestinians who think they can gain an international hearing by brutally murdering civilians on Jerusalem streets. They are wrong, of course; world opinion respects accomplished facts and power, both of which are now ranged on Israel’s side.

There is hope for some resolution of the continued violation of human rights in this 17-year occupation, however. It lies in the people of Israel themselves, many of whom still take seriously the words of the Talmud, which insists that indirect responsibility belongs to those who have the ability to correct evil.