Last month I got a postcard from "The Creative
Coalition," a left-leaning group of activists from show business. They'd
invited me to "get on the bus with Alec Baldwin and take big money out of
politics." Baldwin is the group's president.
They wanted me to be part of their New York contingent traveling to
Massachusetts for a petition drive to get a "clean money initiative" on
the ballot there.
This is good, because it will allow Baldwin and his wife Kim Basinger,
and other struggling artists, like Woody Harrelson, to have a greater
impact on politics. Who can argue with that?
All right. So, I'm not exactly a zealot about campaign finance reform.
And I don't lean to the left. But the invitation says that after the
petitioning, "Alec Baldwin and friends will host a dinner and party" for
volunteers.
Now I'm hooked. It's not every day that a big Hollywood star is willing
to step down into the trenches and party with the proletariat. Also, I've
heard that Baldwin, a registered Democrat, may run for Congress. When I
meet him, I can even tell him the cool slogan I've dreamed up for his
campaign: "Tired of Republican actors in Washington? Elect a Democratic
actor, for a change."
A ride up north
A week
later, Baldwin himself sent me a letter (Xeroxed signature, though)
thanking me "in advance" for joining the effort. Baldwin writes that he
"will be leading the New York volunteers," along with his brother, Billy.
He says "We'll be on the bus with you, we'll be gathering signatures with
you."
On October 25th at 6 a.m., I board the bus at Manhattan's Bryant Park.
A few minutes later, Baldwin himself actually gets on. He looks tired, and
a bit out of place in a frumpy dark suit. (Not because the suit was
frumpy; everyone else is in jeans.)
As the bus starts rolling, Baldwin stands up front and speaks over the
PA system. "Who here does not have a folder?", he asks in a low rumble of
a voice. (Wow! This guy is really hands-on, I'm thinking.) Baldwin tells
us we'll get full training when we arrive in Massachusetts. For now, he
just wants to welcome us aboard. There's plenty of bagels and donuts for
us to munch on, he points out, "just like on a Hollywood set." Then,
signing off, Baldwin says, "Alright, you can go to sleep now."
Baldwin as a grassroots organizer is impressive, but I'm wondering why
there aren't other big-name celebrities here. "Shouldn't Streisand be
here?" I ask the guy behind me. He says she would have come, but she's
headlining a birthday party for Chinese President Jiang Zemin.
Rumors of Brad
Headquarters for the petition drive is the Greek Cultural Center in
Springfield, Massachusetts. We stop there for training, along with
hundreds of other reformers from all over the Northeast.
A rumor circulates that Brad Pitt is nearby in Rhode Island, heading a
campaign to make pre-marital sex illegal there. As word spreads, the
younger women start talking aloud about abandoning our cause and heading
for the border. This is a concern to some of the organizers, because,
alas, there aren't that many attractive young women to start.
"Brad Pitt! I want to jump his bones," shrieks a blonde, as she
contemplates joining His Royal Hunkness' Chastity Crusade. The rumor
proves false, though, and the threat of mutiny subsides.
Baldwin gives a stirring pep talk to the troops: "We want campaign
finance reform NOW. Let's chase Big Money out of politics." The audience
thunders its approval.
Baldwin notes that there are ample bagels and donuts around the room.
"I wouldn't go anywhere without them," he tells us.
"How many people in this room really care about this issue?" he asks.
More loud cheering, stomping. "How many of you would be here even if there
were no celebrities here?" More cheering. Still, I can't help but wonder
about the quality of groupies that Pitt would draw.
Then some wiseguy (all right, it was me) asks his fellow activists to
"Join me in a campaign to drive Big Celebrities out of politics." Most
people chuckle at this. But one girl is very offended. "No, I don't want
to do that," she says. "We need people like Alec Baldwin to lead the
charge."
I'm tempted to tell her that I'm only kidding. But all the glamour and
politics has made me hungry, and I head for the bagels and donuts.