Meryl Streep’s rant against Donald Trump at the Golden Globes is begging for a fisk and I will supply it:
Thank you very much. Thank you very much. Thank you. This town, thank you. I love you all, but you’ll have to forgive me. I’ve lost my voice in screaming and lamentation this weekend, and I have lost my mind sometime earlier this year. So I have to read. Thank you, Hollywood Foreign Press, just to pick up on what Hugh Laurie said. You and all of us in this room really belong to the most vilified segments in American society right now. Think about it: Hollywood, foreigners and the press.
Why do you think that is the case Meryl, assuming it were true?
But who are we? And what is Hollywood anyway? It’s just a bunch of people from other places.
Who got out of those places as quickly as their little legs could carry them.
I was born and raised and educated in the public schools of New Jersey.
It shows Meryl.
Viola was born in a sharecropper’s cabin in South Carolina, came up in Central Falls, Rhode Island. Sarah Paulson was born in Florida, raised by a single mom in Brooklyn. Sarah Jessica Parker was one of seven or eight kids from Ohio. Amy Adams was born in Vicenza, Veneto, Italy. And Natalie Portman was born in Jerusalem. Where are their birth certificates? And the beautiful Ruth Negga was born in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, raised in — no — in Ireland, I do believe, and she’s here nominated for playing a small-town girl from Virginia. Ryan Gosling, like all the nicest people, is Canadian. And Dev Patel was born in Kenya, raised in London, is here for playing an Indian raised in Tasmania. So Hollywood is crawling with outsiders and foreigners, and if we kick them all out, you’ll have nothing to watch but football and mixed martial arts, which are not the arts.
Actually Meryl football and mixed martial arts are filled with foreigners. Way to go in zinging your fellow Americans unjustly as both xenophobic and uncreative. Of course the problem for Hollywood is that there are endless ways for people to spend their entertainment dollars these days instead of going to overpriced “theaters” and viewing a 19th century form of mass entertainment.
They gave me three seconds to say this.
I guess Hollywood time is as accurate as Hollywood accounting.
So an actor’s only job is to enter the lives of people who are different from us and let you feel what that feels like, and there were many, many, many powerful performances this year that did exactly that, breathtaking, compassionate work.
Meryl, when is the last time you played a conservative Republican as something other than a stick figure villain?
But there was one performance this year that stunned me. It sank its hook in my heart not because it was good. It was — there was nothing good about it, but it was effective, and it did its job.
See, in the world of Streep Trump got elected, not because he had better positions on the issues, or that his opponent Hillary Clinton, who Meryl supported, was truly a miserable candidate who even a two to one dollar advantage couldn’t get elected, but because he gave a more effective performance.
It made its intended audience laugh and show their teeth.
Trump supporters as feral animals. Nice.
It was that moment when the person asking to sit in the most respected seat in our country imitated a disabled reporter, someone he outranked in privilege, power, and the capacity to fight back.
The fact that it did not happen is apparently of small consequence, as is the fact I suppose that the reporter in question worked for the New York Times, the most powerful news rag in this country.
It kind of broke my heart, and I saw it, and I still can’t get it out of my head because it wasn’t in a movie. It was real life. And this instinct to humiliate when it’s modeled by someone in the public platform by someone powerful, it filters down into everybody’s life because it kind of gives permission for other people to do the same thing.
I am sure Meryl that you have never needed a bad example to treat other people you deem as inferior as cattle. The thirteen year old rape victim of Roman Polanski is a case in point. Did she cross your mind when you gave a standing ovation to her rapist at the 2003 Golden Globes?
Disrespect invites disrespect. Violence insights violence. When the powerful use definition to bully others, we all lose. Ok. Go on with that thing. OK. This brings me to the press. We need the principal press to hold power to account to call them on the carpet for every outrage.
A rich Hollywood actress uses an awards ceremony to deliver a political rant and speaks of bullying. An un-examined life is a terrible thing Meryl.
That’s why our founders enshrined the press and its freedom in our Constitution. So I only ask the famously well-heeled Hollywood Foreign Press and all of us in our community to join me in supporting the Committee to Protect Journalists because we are going to need them going forward and they’ll need us to safeguard the truth.
Translation: What happened in the last election? The media was almost all against him and Trump won anyway. Time to double down on our propaganda efforts in both entertainment and “news”.
One more thing. Once when I was standing around on the set one day, whining about something, you know, we were going to work through supper or the long hours or whatever, Tommy Lee Jones said to me, “Isn’t it such a privilege, Meryl, just to be an actor?” Yeah, it is, and we have to remind each other of the privilege and the responsibility of the act of empathy. We should all be very proud of the work Hollywood honors here tonight. As my friend, the dear departed Princess Leia said to me once, “Take your broken heart. Make it into art.” Thank you, friend.
Meryl, you would not know empathy for those who have the temerity to differ from your political beliefs, if it came up, bit you on the bottom and said, “Hello, I’m empathy!”.