Showing posts with label Milton Stewart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Milton Stewart. Show all posts

Friday, July 6, 2012

Milt Stewart to Murray and Rosa, November 6, 1946 -- "the Republicans have swamped the country"


Black Wednesday [November 6, 1946]

Milt Stewart was a classmate of Murray's at Columbia, where he was working on his masters degree at age 19. He was 24 at this letter's writing. Two years later, as research director for the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights, he did much of the writing for "To Secure These Rights," the Truman Administration report that set the government's civil rights agenda for the next twenty years, calling among other initiatives for the end to poll taxes and for anti-lynching legislation. Later yet he became the head of the Small Business Administration. Depending on your point of view, you could say he peaked early.

Dear Murray and Rosa:

It is 2:55 a.m. and the Republicans have swamped the country; they have the House and it looks as though they may get the Senate. By my tally they only need four more of the remaining eleven seats. I don't see how they can help but get it. Frankly, I am shocked. First, at the size of their gains. And second, at how much it disturbs me. Wothehell as a good, pessimistic, unaffiliated black revolutionary -- it doesn't make any difference in terms of my real political preferences. Still -- well, I think it raises our chance of being atomized, depressionized, fascistized, etc. Maybe they're not as much dumber than the Dems as it seems to me, but it sure looks to me like a sharp drop in our survival chances, which probably weren't much good anyway.

I think they'll run us into a quick recession, a brief boom, and then a large bust. IF the bloodyfucking leftwing weren't damned by: 1) the stalinist bone in the throat; 2) the coming smashes in national unions' internal affairs; and 3) the shit-headedness, self-destructiveness and stupidity of any leadership allegedly in the near future -- IF these weren't true, there'd be a chance that when the smash comes, a third party could sweep up the pieces -- in from 6 to 20 years. 

That's assuming that the Reps. don't now engineer an immediate war with the Sovietkies, or vice versa (boy how the Muscovites must be looking forward to dealing with Taft, McCosmic, Dewey, Bricker -- shelp me I feel sorry for them.).

If it weren't for the impending crises and the factors in paras 2 and 3 I would jubilate over the pressure on liblabs in both parties to look for new jobs in a third party. I've already heard of two being formed on the left: one under the aegis of Wallace-PAC and including the pro-Commie libs and undercover Stalinists; the other under the aegis of the less fragrant but more competent, less inspiring hegemony of the Socialist gang, the Liberal Party in NY, Reuther and the UAW, to co-ops, etc. Neither one will even consider the other for a long-distance speaking relationship.

Prosperity -- also peace and freedom -- are just around the corner. ...

This mood will pass, ya know. Well guarantee with approp. quantities of intoxbev.
I am sure you will hear clearly the bell-like tones of sincerity when I say that I would rather be no place in the world at the moment but with Leila and youall at Dockton. ...
the best of the best,

milt

Friday, May 25, 2012

Adak Island, late April 1944, “Letter No. 3”--"the scenery is tremendous"


Dearest Nunny…

My last letter,  a thirteen page opus entitled No. 2, probably will not get to you. It was written before I understood the censorship restrictions. These include no discussion of means of transportation. Just in case the letter does get to you, that one taboo should explain why ten or twelve pages are blank. From what I have been told of the local censor’s rules they are almost exactly the opposite of those under which my last two letters were written.

This place is surprisingly pleasant, at least today. The scenery is tremendous combining the best of Rucar, Patzcuaro and the Monterey peninsula, although there are no Rumanian women serving corn mush, Mexican gals serving tortillas or John Steinbeck serving Tortilla Flats. 

My duffle bag is now under a steel cot in a Pacific and I have the typewriter on a nice desk in another hut. I also have an impromptu desk, an overturned packing box, beside my bed. Tomorrow I have off to complete some of the details of getting established in the hut, but the next day there will be work in earnest.  

Bill Usedane, one of the Elliotts’ closest friends, is more or less looking after me here. He is frightfully busy at present, running one of the sections in the absence of its commissioned officer. But already we have established a rapport on the merits of Thomas Wolfe, an understanding reached over the fervent protests of Joe Miller, who thinks Wolfe the best modern writer. Joe is at another typewriter in the room, batting out a letter to his wife. 

I had four letters today: two from you, the first announcing Carmen’s [Rosa’s houseboat housemate, Carmen Fett] arrival and the second her success as a tortilla tippler. … One letter was from Ann Elmo saying she liked the story on the Huts and hopes to sell it very soon. She also asked where she should send the check for the piece in Adventure. The fourth letter was not really a letter at all. It was a pamphlet, reprinted from Journalism Quarterly, entitled: “Importance in Content Analysis: A Validity Problem.” The Author? Milton D. Stewart. I haven’t read it yet, but it looks terrific, with footnotes quoting such publications as “Sciometry, August, 1943,” “The Nazi Newsreel,” from Wartime Communications No. 61, and “Public Opinion Quarterly, VIII.” And so far into the addendum. Milt is identified as a former newspaper and magazine man, has worked with the Office of Radio Research , and with both the Bureau of Intelligence and the Overseas Branch of the Office of Information. God, when I think that kid is only 22 now I feel like crawling under a blanket and calling it a day. 

There is a local paper published here and the editor of it is Dashiell Hammett, the mystery writer. One of the kids that Bill Usedane introduced me to has had some stuff published in Esquire but has done very little writing since coming here. This kid, incidentally, was kicked out of the University of Chicago, for, it is rumored, radicalism.
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Well, darling, although my cot does not look as comfortable as the one in the houseboat, it is inviting right now and I think that I had better turn in. This has been a rather busy day.

You are much loved, Nunny, and forever thought of.

Ever,
M

For a short summary of Milt Stewart's career:

A good short history of Dashiell Hammett's paper, The Adakian:
http://windblownanddripping.com/about/