You Know I Am An Actor, And

This Is Our Home And This Is Our Country. Beneath Its Soil Lie Bones Of Our Fathers; For It Some Of Them Fought, Bled, And Died. Here We Were Born And Here We Will Stay.

The Intolerance Of The Few, Or The Risk Of It, Carries The Day Against The Wider Humanity Of The Many.

Every Artist, Every Scientist, Must Decide Now Where He Stands. He Has No Alternative. There Is No Standing Above The Conflict On Olympian Heights. There Are No Impartial Observers. Through The Destruction, In Certain Countries, Of The Greatest Of Man's Literary Heritage, Through The Propagation Of False Ideas Of Racial And National Superiority, The Artist, The Scientist, The Writer Is Challenged. The Struggle Invades The Formerly Cloistered Halls Of Our Universities And Other Seats Of Learning. The Battlefront Is Everywhere. There Is No Sheltered Rear.

We Ask For Nothing That Is Not Ours By Right, And Herein Lies The Great Moral Power Of Our Demand.

The Talents Of An Artist, Small Or Large, Are God-given... They Are A Sacred Trust.