I was taken in by what might be called the Hard Times version of the Communists' advertising or recruiting technique.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I joined the Communist Party late in 1934. I got out a year and a half later.
I joined the Communist Party because I felt I had to be in some organization.
I lived under the Nazis and under the Communists.
I am a Communist, certainly, but that doesn't mean I have to make films about the wheat harvest.
The Communists were interested in getting into key positions as union officers, statisticians, economists, etc., in order to utilize the apparatus of the unions to promote the cause of revolution.
The advertising men made it clear that there were two ways of looking at ideas in a war against fascism. Those of us who were working on the project believed ideas were to be fought for; the advertising men believed they were to be sold. The audience, those at home in wartime, were not 'citizens' or 'people.' They were 'customers.'
I came into advertising in 1961. I had been turned down for jobs on the Ford account in the late Fifties as 'not their type.' If it hadn't been for Bill Bernbach, I would now be sitting in some luncheonette, continuing my life as a messenger.
I was brought in, not in the photographic department at all, I was brought in on a thing called Special Skills. I was to do posters, pamphlets, murals, propaganda in general, you know.
I was initially recruited while I was in business school back in the late sixties by the National Security Agency, the nation's largest and least understood spy organization; but ultimately I worked for private corporations.
I work in the most non-Communist job. I work for 'Martha Stewart Living.'