Phil Green (Gregory Peck) schools Miss Wales (June Havoc) in "Gentleman's Agreement" 1947.
Phil Green, a handsome magazine journalist, has just
revealed to Miss Elaine Wales, his secretary, a cool and soignée blond, that he
is a Jew.
Miss Wales relaxes her guard. She reveals that she, too, has disguised her identity in order to pass, in order to be perceived as a Gentile, in order to work at this prestigious publication.
In fact, Miss Wales had to change her name to get her current job as a secretary. Her real name had been Estelle Walovsky. When she applied for jobs as Estelle Walovsky, she received no offers. When she applied for the same job, with the same CV, as Elaine Wales, she was hired. The job she received, via this subterfuge, was as Phil Green's secretary.
Green is outraged. He tells his boss that the company must hire any qualified applicant, regardless of religion.
But Miss Wales is not happy. She tells Phil Green. Their conversation, below:
Miss Wales: You're practically inviting any type at all to apply.
Green: Any type? What do you mean?
Miss Wales: Mr. Green, you don't want things changed around here, do you? Even though you are a writer, and it's different for writers.
Green: How?
Miss Wales: Get one wrong one in here, and it'll come out of us. It's no fun being the fall guy for the kikey ones.
Green: Words like yid and kike and kikey and nigger and coon make me sick no matter who says them.
Miss Wales: But, sometimes I even say it about me. Like if I'm about to do something I know I shouldn't I say, ''Don't be such a little kike.'' That's all. Let one objectionable one in here –
Green: What do you mean by "objectionable?"
Miss Wales: Loud and too much rouge –
Green: This magazine doesn't hire any loud, vulgar girls. Why should they start?
Miss Wales: You know the sort that starts trouble in a place like this and the sort that doesn't, like you or me –
Green: You mean because we don't look especially Jewish, because we're OK Jews, with us it can be kept comfortable and quiet?
Miss Wales: I didn't say –
Green: Miss Wales, I hate anti-Semitism and I hate it from you or anybody who's Jewish as much as I hate it from Gentiles.
Miss Wales relaxes her guard. She reveals that she, too, has disguised her identity in order to pass, in order to be perceived as a Gentile, in order to work at this prestigious publication.
In fact, Miss Wales had to change her name to get her current job as a secretary. Her real name had been Estelle Walovsky. When she applied for jobs as Estelle Walovsky, she received no offers. When she applied for the same job, with the same CV, as Elaine Wales, she was hired. The job she received, via this subterfuge, was as Phil Green's secretary.
Green is outraged. He tells his boss that the company must hire any qualified applicant, regardless of religion.
But Miss Wales is not happy. She tells Phil Green. Their conversation, below:
Miss Wales: You're practically inviting any type at all to apply.
Green: Any type? What do you mean?
Miss Wales: Mr. Green, you don't want things changed around here, do you? Even though you are a writer, and it's different for writers.
Green: How?
Miss Wales: Get one wrong one in here, and it'll come out of us. It's no fun being the fall guy for the kikey ones.
Green: Words like yid and kike and kikey and nigger and coon make me sick no matter who says them.
Miss Wales: But, sometimes I even say it about me. Like if I'm about to do something I know I shouldn't I say, ''Don't be such a little kike.'' That's all. Let one objectionable one in here –
Green: What do you mean by "objectionable?"
Miss Wales: Loud and too much rouge –
Green: This magazine doesn't hire any loud, vulgar girls. Why should they start?
Miss Wales: You know the sort that starts trouble in a place like this and the sort that doesn't, like you or me –
Green: You mean because we don't look especially Jewish, because we're OK Jews, with us it can be kept comfortable and quiet?
Miss Wales: I didn't say –
Green: Miss Wales, I hate anti-Semitism and I hate it from you or anybody who's Jewish as much as I hate it from Gentiles.
June Havoc plays Miss Wales
Recently Tygodnik Powszechny posted,
on the magazine's facebook webpage, a link to their coverage of "Bieganski."
Several posters, with speed, alacrity and hammer-like emphasis – no nuance, no room for discussion – rushed to insist that Bieganski, the Brute Polak stereotype, is no stereotype; rather, Poles really are lowlifes, stupid, bigoted, crude, con artists, the worst. There was no need to cite social science research, or to compare Poles with any other ethnic group. Poles are the nadir. Period.
Not all posts contained this content. Many did. And they received "like" votes.
These are people posting in the Polish language, on the webpage of a Polish publication. One can assume that the posters are themselves Polish.
An example of a comment: A Polish person was overheard referring to African Americans as "asfalt." Ipso facto, Poles are the world's worst bigots.
No denying. Referring to an African American as "asfalt" is racist and disgusting.
Italian Americans refer to African Americans as "mulignan."
Jews refer to African Americans as "schwartzes."
Arabs refer to blacks as "abdi" – the Arabic word for black and the word for slave.
I live in multicultural New Jersey. All these phrases and attendant attitudes are part of my day-to-day life.
I don't mention this reality to excuse any Poles who use the word "asfalt." I mention this because nothing about ethnicity in America can be understood in isolation. That would be obvious to anyone, but to the posters insisting that Poles are the unquestioned nadir, this reality is not necessary.
What was necessary is for these posters was to rush forward and insist the worst about the Poles.
Why? It's counterintuitive.
In attempting to explain the situation to me, my facebook friends talked about current tensions in Polish society: the post-communist, modernization, "wojna polsko-polska." Others mentioned Poles who miss the mostly rural, devoutly Catholic and traditional past v. Poles eager to modernize.
That's all true and important and good.
But there is something else going on.
Here's my best guess:
Poles and Polonians know about what I call "Bieganski, the Brute Polak stereotype."
They know that Poles are understood as the nadir, the bad guy, the irredeemable beast.
They have two choices.
They can fight that stereotype.
Given that the stereotype is so all pervasive, they will probably lose. They will lose arguments, friendships, respect, jobs, funding.
Or, they can make the "correct" choice, in a Darwinian sense. They can align themselves with the power group, the overwhelming tide of opinion, in America, England, Germany, the scholars, the newspapers, the films, the museums, the novels, the websites about poetry, the paperback bestseller – all amply documented in "Bieganski" the book and this blog – that participate in rewriting the Holocaust, American immigration history, American labor history, and current American multicultural realities by exploiting Bieganski, the Brute Polak stereotype.
For the enhancement of their own survival, their own earning power, their own social networks, their own status, they can rush to say, yes, yes, Poles really are the worst.
And, by saying this, they also say – and there is no need to state this overtly – "I'm not one of those brute Polaks. I'm one of the superior, evolved people. Just like you. Because I see and say how bad other Poles are."
In other words, they play Miss Wales' game.
Me?
The late, great John Garfield is one of my favorite actors. Like me, he was the working class child of Eastern European immigrants. Like my dad, he was sent to reform school.
Garfield couldn't play Miss Wales' game if he wanted to. As old timers might have said, "He had the map of Israel all over his face." He was politically active in a politically incorrect way – yes I identify – and he died young, of a heart attack.
There's a scene in "Gentleman's Agreement" where Garfield just can't take it any more. He stands up, and he punches a bigot out.
Miss Wales is a nice lady. But I'm with Garfield – aka Jacob Julius Garfinkle.
It's better to die on your feet than live on your knees.
Several posters, with speed, alacrity and hammer-like emphasis – no nuance, no room for discussion – rushed to insist that Bieganski, the Brute Polak stereotype, is no stereotype; rather, Poles really are lowlifes, stupid, bigoted, crude, con artists, the worst. There was no need to cite social science research, or to compare Poles with any other ethnic group. Poles are the nadir. Period.
Not all posts contained this content. Many did. And they received "like" votes.
These are people posting in the Polish language, on the webpage of a Polish publication. One can assume that the posters are themselves Polish.
An example of a comment: A Polish person was overheard referring to African Americans as "asfalt." Ipso facto, Poles are the world's worst bigots.
No denying. Referring to an African American as "asfalt" is racist and disgusting.
Italian Americans refer to African Americans as "mulignan."
Jews refer to African Americans as "schwartzes."
Arabs refer to blacks as "abdi" – the Arabic word for black and the word for slave.
I live in multicultural New Jersey. All these phrases and attendant attitudes are part of my day-to-day life.
I don't mention this reality to excuse any Poles who use the word "asfalt." I mention this because nothing about ethnicity in America can be understood in isolation. That would be obvious to anyone, but to the posters insisting that Poles are the unquestioned nadir, this reality is not necessary.
What was necessary is for these posters was to rush forward and insist the worst about the Poles.
Why? It's counterintuitive.
In attempting to explain the situation to me, my facebook friends talked about current tensions in Polish society: the post-communist, modernization, "wojna polsko-polska." Others mentioned Poles who miss the mostly rural, devoutly Catholic and traditional past v. Poles eager to modernize.
That's all true and important and good.
But there is something else going on.
Here's my best guess:
Poles and Polonians know about what I call "Bieganski, the Brute Polak stereotype."
They know that Poles are understood as the nadir, the bad guy, the irredeemable beast.
They have two choices.
They can fight that stereotype.
Given that the stereotype is so all pervasive, they will probably lose. They will lose arguments, friendships, respect, jobs, funding.
Or, they can make the "correct" choice, in a Darwinian sense. They can align themselves with the power group, the overwhelming tide of opinion, in America, England, Germany, the scholars, the newspapers, the films, the museums, the novels, the websites about poetry, the paperback bestseller – all amply documented in "Bieganski" the book and this blog – that participate in rewriting the Holocaust, American immigration history, American labor history, and current American multicultural realities by exploiting Bieganski, the Brute Polak stereotype.
For the enhancement of their own survival, their own earning power, their own social networks, their own status, they can rush to say, yes, yes, Poles really are the worst.
And, by saying this, they also say – and there is no need to state this overtly – "I'm not one of those brute Polaks. I'm one of the superior, evolved people. Just like you. Because I see and say how bad other Poles are."
In other words, they play Miss Wales' game.
Me?
The late, great John Garfield is one of my favorite actors. Like me, he was the working class child of Eastern European immigrants. Like my dad, he was sent to reform school.
Garfield couldn't play Miss Wales' game if he wanted to. As old timers might have said, "He had the map of Israel all over his face." He was politically active in a politically incorrect way – yes I identify – and he died young, of a heart attack.
There's a scene in "Gentleman's Agreement" where Garfield just can't take it any more. He stands up, and he punches a bigot out.
Miss Wales is a nice lady. But I'm with Garfield – aka Jacob Julius Garfinkle.
It's better to die on your feet than live on your knees.
John Garfield Stands Up