McCarthyism is Americanism with its sleeves rolled up. – Joe McCarthy
… Or with its pants pulled down?
Here I portray two McCarthy’s, Charlie and Joe, both of them dummies, with Charlie playing the part of Joe’s uber-patriotic sidekick Roy Cohn, goading Joe, prodding him, correcting him, egging him on, trying to talk sense out of his head. Joe’s glass is either half empty or half full. What’s in it, Joe? Vodka? Gin? We don’t — Joe pleads the fifth.
This painting is now a part of Youngstown’s Butler Institute’s collection, which also includes work by O’Keefe, Cassatt, Sargent, Pinkham, Homer, Hopper, Rauchenberg, Close, Segal, Bellows and Warhol. None of whomever sang a duet with Judy Garland, as I have. She yanked the mic from my trembling little hands and moved on to the next kid when she discovered I knew no lyrics beyond the first line of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”. I was sure that they promised us Dorothy but delivered the witch.
It isn’t my earliest memory, since it happened in the evening, but it ruined me as a professional singer. I couldn’t even get a gig in Peoria after that.