Crazy for God (34 page)

Ray Cioni had the best animation studio in Chicago (until computers swept away the old cel-painting, art-based business, and Ray’s studio with it). Ray is still an evangelical and looks back with fondness at that period of our lives.

After not seeing Ray for more than twenty years, I met him in Chicago in February 2007, at the opening of a play at the Chicago Cultural Center produced by the Griffin Theatre—
Letters Home
—based on several of my books, principally
Voices
from the Front—Letters Home from America’s Military Family and Faith of Our Sons—A Father’s Wartime Diary.
I asked Ray to try to remember what we were up to thirty years ago:

A
fter Bishop Fulton J. Sheen saw the abortion-related episode of
How Should We Then Live?
and then heard from Dr. Koop that we were working on a pro-life series, he invited Jim Buchfuehrer and me to meet with him in his Park Avenue apartment. Sheen wanted to strategize on ways to advance the pro-life cause. The bishop was kind, tall, pale, gaunt, and quiet. His apartment smelled faintly of lavender with a touch of vegetable soup.

“The problem is,” Sheen said, “that abortion is perceived as a Catholic issue. I want you to help me change that. The unborn need more friends.”

After talking for about an hour, Sheen invited us into his private red-velvet-draped chapel across from his bedroom. It felt strange to be kneeling in front of a big “very Catholic” crucifix, as Mom would have called it.

I didn’t mention to the bishop that as a three-year-old I had been kicked out of our village (along with my family) by his brother bishops because we were Protestants having a “religious influence” on his co-religionists. Nor did I mention that for years, Dad had been denouncing Billy Graham for compromising by inviting a Roman Catholic bishop to join him on the platform of his 1957 New York crusade, nor that I grew up on
Dad’s stories about the extreme cruelty of the Spanish Roman Catholic Church and how the bishops were in league with Franco and the fascists.

Before I left, Sheen blessed me by making the sign of the cross over me. From that time on, we had the full cooperation of the Roman Catholic Church in America. The Knights of Columbus helped raise money for the making of
Whatever Happened to the Human Race?
And when we wanted to shoot a scene in the huge Catholic cemetery in Brooklyn and were denied permission (because Francis Ford Coppola had shot a scene there for
The Godfather
of the funeral of Don Corleone, and people had complained), we called Sheen. We got permission ten minutes later.

 

About two years after I first met Sheen, and after
Whatever Happened to the Human Race?
was out, I was being interviewed by
Newsweek
religion editor Kenneth Woodward at his offices for an article he wrote on Dad. Ken was one of the few reporters who seemed to “get” what was happening with the emergence of the evangelical pro-life movement, Dad’s leadership of that movement, and the scale it was happening on.

He was lamenting the fact that
Newsweek
had just dropped its religion section as “irrelevant.” Ken spoke ruefully about the fact that religion stories were getting rare and that all he could do was “Pick up the scraps once in a while, get a papal cover every few years or something.”A few months before I talked to Ken, I had met with Jack and Joanne Kemp. Jack was a congressman and would soon be the Secretary at HUD under Reagan, and later a vice presidential candidate with Bob Dole. I had been introduced to the Kemps several years before, after Joanne Kemp started a book club called the “Schaeffer Group,” made up of
about twenty born-again senators’ and congressmen’s wives who came together weekly to study my parents’ books. Mom and Dad had been guests in the Kemps’ home.

Jack and Joanne were very attractive people and their house was lovely, crammed with silver-framed family pictures of their handsome family. I was nervous. I was also very impressed with myself. I had “arrived.” The Little Shit from Switzerland was showing his movie series to a leading congressman!

Jim Buchfuehrer and I set up the 16-mm projector in Jack’s living room, and we gave Jack and Joanne a private five-hour screening of
Whatever Happened to the Human Race?
Jack liked the movies and was, I think, genuinely moved. He also immediately saw the possibilities for the Republican Party. By the end of that evening (actually, it was nearer dawn), the pro-life cause had a new champion. From then on, Jack would give Koop, Dad, and myself access to everyone in the Republican Party.

For the next several years, I often saw Jack. And whenever Dad wanted something done in Washington, he would say “Call Jack!”

As the years passed, Dad used to be somewhat dismissive of Jack in private. “I like Jack, but he has a bee in his bonnet,” Dad said. This was what Dad called Jack’s supply-side economic theories. “It’s hard to get Jack to concentrate on the important issues,” Dad would grumble.

Jack would tell me: “I like talking to you better than your father. You seem to understand the real political picture. There are other things besides all his ‘biblical absolutes theology’ talk. He’s too narrowly focused.”

Soon after we showed the film series in his home, Jack hosted a meeting at the Republican Club in Washington, DC. We screened three episodes cut into a ninety-minute special.
(It had also just been shown on Dutch National TV.) There were more than fifty congressmen and about twenty senators there, from Henry Hyde to Bob Dole. Dad and I spoke to those assembled and took questions. We were there for over four hours, and no one left early. Media were invited but didn’t choose to cover this unimportant “Christian event.”

The National Right To Life Committee purchased time to show the ninety-minute special cut from our series on ABC’s Channel 7 in Washington, DC. Judy Mann of the
Washington Post
took notice. The headline of her article was “No Matter How Moving, Show Is Still Propaganda” (January 2, 1981). Her article basically repeated word for word a press release that had been sent out by Planned Parenthood denouncing our series. The article began: “Score a resounding 10 points on the emotional Richter scale for the antiabortion forces that have produced a film,
Whatever Happened to the Human Race?”

The
Post
’s coverage was unusual. In the 1970s and early ’80s, what we did was largely ignored by the cultural gatekeepers. This only added to our martyr luster within the evangelical ghetto. We thrived on the perception of persecution. “Never reviewed by the
New York Times
” was a proud banner for us.

When, several years earlier, in connection with the book sales of
How Should We Then Live?
I had run a full-page ad in the
Times,
about the paper’s ignoring Dad’s huge book sales, the headline was: “This Story Should Have Been on Page One.” Actually, it should have been.

The
Times
“best-seller” list was misleading. Evangelical books were often outselling the
Times’
best-sellers. But the paper did not bother to count sales in religious bookstores. The people hurt most weren’t evangelical authors (our books sold anyway); rather, the losers were Democratic Party leaders
and other liberal readers of the “paper of record” who were blindsided by subsequent events. The
Times’
readers were not given a heads-up about what was going on “out there.”

The media generally ignored our seminars and the political impact they were having. If some major paper or network had sent a reporter to follow Dad, Dr. Koop, and myself on our coast-to-coast seminar tours, he or she would have seen a cross section of Americans of all races, denominations, and economic backgrounds at our events. And had the Democratic Party leaders read about or watched reports on these events—often filled with people
who still identified themselves as Democrats in those days
—they might not have been so sanguine about allowing their party to become so exclusionary on the abortion issue.

The reality of who was at our meetings—thousands of working-class and middle-class churchgoing women and the men they dragged with them—was very different than the image of loony “misogynistic” pro-lifers propagated by Planned Parenthood and parroted by the media. We didn’t fit that image and so were ignored.

In 1982, Koop was nominated as Surgeon General by Reagan. Both the pro-life and pro-choice camps interpreted this as Reagan giving the pro-life community a reward for our support. During Koop’s confirmation hearings, I went on the
700 Club,
twice, to raise support for Koop while he was being attacked in a pre-Bork “Borking” by the Democrats, led by Edward Kennedy. Koop would call me every day and beg me to redouble my efforts and to “Get the calls pouring in to the Senate!”

My last conversation with Jack Kemp was in 2000. We hadn’t been in touch for about twenty years (other than his
yearly Christmas card), and I called him to ask why the Republican Party establishment wasn’t backing Senator McCain, and why the Bush people were spreading lies about McCain. I told Jack that I thought that Bush Jr. was obviously terribly wrong for the job.

Jack got angry with me after I said I was planning to “use the Schaeffer name again” (for the first time in twenty years) to do a series of radio interviews on conservative stations endorsing McCain. Jack snapped: “McCain is a warmonger! Bush is a peacemaker, just as I am!” When I kept arguing, he hung up.

A
mericans have experienced many cycles of religiously inspired political fervor, from the Bay State Puritans’ mix of religion and law, to the various so-called Great Awakenings, to the evangelical-inspired and led antislavery movement, to Prohibition and the church-based antiwar movements advocating isolationism in the 1930s and early ’40s, to the religiously motivated parts of the anti-Vietnam War movement. But in terms of the political involvement of evangelicals, as it has carried forward into the twenty-first century, it was my father and I who were amongst the first to start telling American evangelicals that God wanted them involved in the political process. And it was the
Roe v. Wade
decision that gave Dad, Koop, and me our platform.