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Lawrence Grobel: I wrote down something he [John Steinbeck] said of you - My impressions of Hank are of a man reaching but unreachable, gentle but capable of sudden wild and dangerous violence, sharply critical of others but equally self-critical, caged and fighting the bars but timid of the light, violently opposed to external restraint, imposing an iron slavery on himself. His face is a picture of opposites in conflict.
Is he accurate?
Henry Fonda: Those are Steinbeck’s words. I would never think of me when I read those words…
Jimmy Stewart visiting Henry Fonda on the set of “The Ox-Bow Incident” shortly before he was deployed to his post in England, early 1940s.
Henry Fonda hosts an NBC special for opening night of the New York Worlds Fair, April 22, 1964.
Henry Fonda in Drums Along the Mohawk (1939)
The Wrong Man (1956)
Henry Fonda (May 16 1905 - August 12 1982)
Once upon a time, he strode through meadows, was chased by Mohawks, buried the ax in the stump, and read from the law book as if were the Bible. In all eras, he ran, galloped, slouched and rounded in and out of the Hollywood dream of American history.
As the prairie town’s tins star, he was hard but clean, proficient but haunted. As the comic victim of romantic love, he took pratfalls for lustful females. In war, he led armies and studied his thoughts while other men whacked maps with sticks. Other items he was the loner, drifter, killer – the dark shape cornered with a gun or the parolee flattened by sunlight against a scorched expanse of heartland, even when falsely charged, he was the criminal of his own imagination, because he could so easily have done what they accused him of - robbed the bank, or committed the murder.
He would appear in different places, looking familiar but never quite the same, sometimes leading the crowd, sometimes off to the side, an American artist caught up in representing his country’s history – the history of centuries or of hours ago – sometimes its forceful subject, sometimes its mere object. At his noblest, he embodied the highest promises of democracy. At his darkest, he was the quiet, antisocial… whose “Don’t tread on me” meant just that: Leave me alone, or I might kill you.
Henry Fonda at the Cannes Film Festival
Henry Fonda at the premiere of How the West Was Won (c. 1960s)
During the filming of “Mister Roberts”, 1955.
Henry Fonda in Drums Along the Mohawk (1939)
I’m fighting for a teacher’s rights. And a student’s rights. And the rights of everybody in this land. You can’t suppress ideas... just because you don’t like them. Nobody can.