To the best of my recollection, I have seen “Gone With the Wind” in its entirety exactly once in my life. While I admired its scope, its high drama and of course its immortal performances by the likes of Vivian Leigh, Clark Gable and the Oscar-winning Hattie McDaniel, I have never been particularly compelled to watch it a second time. If I wanted to devote four hours of my life to any single piece of cinema, I’d just as well re-watch “The Irishman,” followed by 30 minutes of thoughtful contemplation.
Nonetheless, should the urge to revisit the 1939 blockbuster ever set in—for whatever reason—I would hope to be able to access the classic film with the ease that the Streaming Revolution has wrought for virtually every work of visual art ever created since the dawn of time.
As of this week, however, that will not necessarily be the case, following the announcement by HBO Max that it will temporarily purge “Gone With the Wind” from its library, on the grounds that the movie presents an essentially rose-colored view of slavery in the antebellum South, which might implant the wrong ideas about 19th century race relations in the minds of unsuspecting viewers.
The context of this decision is clear enough: Amidst nationwide protests against the institutional racism that caused the murders of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, et al., no streaming service wants to be associated with material that puts it on the wrong side of history.
The problem is that, in the world of film, “Gone With the Wind” is history—an essential artifact of erstwhile American values alongside “The Birth of a Nation,” “Song of the South” and numerous other now-execrable expressions of what the United States used to produce and represent. While we now generally view these movies with cringing, eye-rolling horror—if, indeed, we watch them at all—their mere existence serves a critical and indispensable reminder of what our country once stood for, and of how far we have (or have not) progressed ever since.
Hollywood’s adaptation of Margaret Mitchell’s best-selling novel may strike us today as irredeemably racist. However, adjusted for inflation, it is also the highest-grossing film ever made in the United States. Rather than simply stowing the movie away in the national attic—never to be seen or heard from again—would it not be more fruitful, more educational and ultimately more enlightening to attempt to reconcile those twin realities and hopefully arrive at some greater truth, however unpleasant it might be?
I say yes. As with all “problematic” cultural touchstones, I say we should keep everything out in the open for all to see, and to engage in the messy, uncomfortable conversations we claim to value and desire in this supposedly free-thinking society. Arguing—as many do—that some works of art are simply too toxic to exist is to deny each of us the opportunity to make that decision for ourselves—and, more importantly, to more fully reckon with our collective past, rather than sweeping it under the rug, as if that would solve anything. (In the “Gone With the Wind” case, HBO has said, to its credit, that it will eventually re-install the movie with “a discussion of its historical context.”)
What most animates my resistance to this censorious approach to the past—and, more broadly, to the “cancel culture” movement that believes in purging society of all forms of political incorrectness—is the dangerous question of who gets to decide which art is appropriate for public consumption and which is unsuitable, offensive or otherwise beyond the pale. In a nation that supposedly holds the freedom of expression sacrosanct—believing that the Ku Klux Klan has the same right to the public square as the Lions Club or Black Lives Matter—the notion of appointing an individual (or group of individuals) to determine what we can all watch and what we can’t ought to strike us as fundamentally repugnant. Indeed, even if 99 percent of us agree a particular film, book, etc., has worn out its welcome, what right do we have to deny the other 1 percent the opportunity to make themselves look ridiculous?
We have no such right, nor should we. If the First Amendment means anything, it’s that repulsive speech—such as a movie that effectively glorifies slavery—deserves just as much protection from censorship as speech that is wholesome and uncontroversial. If we only cared about the latter, we wouldn’t really need a First Amendment in the first place, would we?
To put it more bluntly still: If the state of the American culture is such that the film that (to repeat) has sold more tickets than any other film in history is vulnerable to being disappeared in the interest of good taste, how does that bode for every other flawed classic (and non-classic) in the canon?
You may not give a damn about “Gone With the Wind”—frankly, I don’t—but what happens when your own politically incorrect favorites are on the chopping block? When “Blazing Saddles” is no longer deemed satire? When the appropriation of “Johnny B. Goode” makes “Back to the Future” anathema to enlightened eyes and ears? When 50 years from now, after we’ve finally decided that killing animals for food is unconscionable and barbaric, it is no longer kosher to watch every 2020 release that depicts someone nonchalantly eating a cheeseburger?
Values and mores change and evolve over time, and it is morally disingenuous to impose today’s truth on yesterday’s fiction. To erase the past is to doom the future.
As for the very real problem of those viewers who cannot tell the difference between film history and real history: Well, that’s what education is for.