Justice Can Span Years. Retribution Is Not

There's A Marvelous And Unique Man Named Frank Gilroy. He's The Only Writer I Know Who Absolutely, Pointedly Refuses To Do Any Changes That He Doesn't Feel Are Absolutely Essential And Totally In Keeping With His Own View And Perspective. But Not Too Many Writers Are That Independent And That Strong-willed.

The Writer's Role Is To Menace The Public's Conscience. He Must Have A Position, A Point Of View. He Must See The Arts As A Vehicle Of Social Criticism And He Must Focus On The Issues Of His Time.

I Was Deeply Interested In Conveying What Is A Deeply Felt Conviction Of My Own. This Is Simply To Suggest That Human Beings Must Involve Themselves In The Anguish Of Other Human Beings. This, I Submit To You, Is Not A Political Thesis At All. It Is Simply An Expression Of What I Would Hope Might Be Ultimately A Simple Humanity For Humanity's Sake.

Apparently On The Screen I Look Tall, Ageless, And Damned Close To Omniscient-delivering Jeopardy-laden Warnings Through Gritted Teeth. But When People See Me On The Street, They Say 'by God, This Kid Is 5 Foot 5, He's Got A Broken Nose, And Looks About As Foreboding As A Bank Teller On A Lunch Break.'

The Tools Of Conquest Do Not Necessarily Come With Bombs And Explosions And Fallout. There Are Weapons That Are Simply Thoughts, Attitudes, Prejudices . . . . And The Pity Of It Is That These Things Cannot Be Confined To The Twilight Zone.