the joy of being different
by
Douglas Messerli
Chris
Bolan, Alexa L. Fogel, and Brendan Mason (writers), Chris Bolan (director) A
Secret Love / 2020
It
was a beautiful and also an incredibly sad experience today to watch Chris
Bolan’s documentary about his great aunt, Terry Donahue and her life-time
lesbian partner Pat Henschel, A Secret Love, the title based on the
famous Doris Day song from 1953:
Once I had a secret love,
That lived within the heart of me
All too soon my secret love,
Became impatient to be free
That lived within the heart of me
All too soon my secret love,
Became impatient to be free
So I told a friendly star,
The way that dreamers often do
Just how wonderful you are,
And why I'm so in love with you
The way that dreamers often do
Just how wonderful you are,
And why I'm so in love with you
Now, I shout it from
the highest hills
Even told the golden daffodils
At last my hearts an open door,
And my secret love's
No secret anymore.
Even told the golden daffodils
At last my hearts an open door,
And my secret love's
No secret anymore.
The long love between this
couple, eventually lasting 70 years, is certainly beautiful, as well as their
numerous memories, many amazingly caught on camera, of their long-term
relationship, documented, in part, because the Canadian-born Terry was
recruited to become a catcher on the All-American Girls Professional Baseball
League created by Philip K. Wrigley, the heir to the William Wrigley, Jr.’s
fortune, and Pat’s involvement in playing hockey—n important World War II event
that has been now highly archived and represented in Penny Marshall’s movie A
League of Their Own.
As critic Tomris Laffly noted:
Gay characters didn’t openly make an
appearance in…Marshall’s
celebrated feminist sports film…but
there obviously were lesbian
players in the league, as well as
same-sex couples buried within
the depths of the stories that
helped inspired the film.
Someday,
we might even get a revelation of how many male sports players also were
involved in gay relationships; but that will, sadly, still take years because
of the ridiculous macho of male sport activities.
When the two women met, while playing hockey, it was immediate love, and they soon after moved to Chicago, where the couple lived for many years.
Yet the literal facts of their
relationship—although through the clips we are shown was obviously charming as
on the beach and in bed they lovingly enjoyed one another—is not as important
as how they were forced to live their lives in the late 1940s and the 1950s in
which they, along with gay men, were forced to hide their sexualities.
Under mayor Richard J. Dailey’s
governance not only were lesbian bars often raided, but women who were wearing
anything that might appear to be male clothing—a pair of pants with a zipper or
a seemingly male buttoned shirt—were targeted and sent to the paddy wagons for
arrest. Moreover, this couple, both with green cards given their Canadian nationalities, were terrified they might be sent home where they might not find any acceptance.
Even the members of the All-American
Girls Professional Baseball League were required to wear high skirts and forced
to attend “charm schools” to teach them how to be more feminine. Coming out to
families often meant complete shunning and even arrest.
Despite Terry and Pat’s intense
relationship, they determined to hide it, calling themselves, depending upon
the circumstances, simply close friends or “cousins.”
They found themselves a nice house in Chicago where the landlord found them to be perfect tenants, but they were forced to hide their own emotions, while they daily worked for the same interior design company, refusing to even go out to the bars. They found acceptance by attending house parties, often with gay male friends, dancing, costuming, and generally enjoying their lives behind closed doors. These women’s closet friends, it appears in this fascinating film, were gay male couples, a true early example of the coalition between gays and lesbians, and a lovely testament to the beginnings of the LGBTQ community, all of whom found themselves outsiders in a world for simply being “different,” a quality that these two lesbian lovers proclaim as helping to survive almost as a reward to their hidden lives.
Is it any wonder then, that as they grow
older and begin discovering health problems, that Pat, in particular—clearly
the more the dominant and dour of the two—are resistant to leaving the home
that they now realize they must in order to survive.
Fortunately, Terry has a loving family
back in Canada, particularly her truly beloved niece Diana, of whom Pat seems
almost somewhat jealous. And Terry’s father, despite her mother’s far more
close-minded values, seems quite open to her friendship with Pat, even to the
point of wanting to adopt her as another daughter.
Diana and her family members, once the couple have finally, in old age, outed themselves to the niece, want them to return to Edmonton, where she and her accepting husband attempt to find them a good assisted-living home. Yet Pat resists, and the two return to Chicago.
As Terry develops serious problems with
Parkinson’s Disease, Diana finally realizes that she must intrude, coming south
to the US to break down, in a quite dramatic way, Pat’s resistance to any shift
in their lives.
In fact, this is not as much a film about
lesbian lovers as it is about what happens to LGBTQ couples as age descends
upon them. And, in this sense, this film nearly devastated me, quickly realizing
that Howard and I might soon be facing the same difficulties. We would like to
remain at home, but will that, as we begin to suffer deeper health problems,
even be possible?
Like this couple faced with the same
questions, where will we go? Will we even be accepted as a couple in such elder
facilities, particularly when these were of the same age of those who did not accept
us when we were younger?
Thanks to Terry’s niece’s kind
intervention in their lives, they do find a quite expensive (about $7,000 each
month) assisted living space nearby to their Chicago home. Their having to
select and pack up their loved home treasures is itself a painful episode in
this short documentary. What chair, lamp, painting, photographic collection
does one want to carry with one on their journey surely into death?
By the time they finally reach their new
destination, where they fortunately do get along with the other neighbors and
become lovingly adjusted to their new location, Pat is also suffering, and the
woman she has so long nursed must now care for her. But here, finally, they
commit to their relationship through marriage, with many of their gay friends
and family members in attendance.
Ultimately, they both realize that they
need to be closer to Terry’s loving family, moving to a care-home near
Edmonton, where Terry dies with Pat still apparently surviving. Evidently, Pat
grew closer to Diana and Terry’s family after the death.
This film, for me, was a bit like looking
into a mirror of Howard’s and mine own futures. I had just the day before proclaimed
in my “Advance Health Care Directive Kit” that I wanted to die at home. But,
obviously, few get to do that. And what, after all, is home?
For lesbian, gay, bi-sexual, transgender,
and other queer folk that is a question, as this lovely work reveals, that isn’t
easily resolved.
Los
Angeles, May 6, 2020
Reprinted
from World Cinema Review (May 2020).
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