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John Howard Lawson (September 25, 1894 – August 11, 1977) was an American writer, specializing in plays and screenplays. After starting with plays for theaters in New York City, he worked in Hollywood on writing for films. [1] He was the first president of the Writers Guild of America, West after the Screen Writers Guild divided ...
21 mar 2024 · John Howard Lawson (born Sept. 25, 1894, New York City—died Aug. 11, 1977, San Francisco) was a U.S. playwright, screenwriter, and member of the “Hollywood Ten,” who was jailed (1948–49) and blacklisted for his refusal to tell the House Committee on Un-American Activities about his political allegiances. Lawson’s early ...
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Commediografo, scrittore e sceneggiatore cinematografico statunitense, nato a New York il 25 settembre 1894 e morto a San Francisco l'11 agosto 1977. Segnalatosi nei primi anni Venti come autore impegnato del teatro statunitense, iniziò a scrivere per il cinema, scontrandosi con i rigidi schemi del film hollywoodiano.
Playwright and screenwriter John Howard Lawson, the president and organizing force of the Screen Writers’ Guild and acknowledged leader of the Communist Party in Hollywood in the late 1930s, became the first “unfriendly” witness subpoenaed to testify before the House Committee on Un-American Activities (HUAC) on October 27, 1947.
13 apr 2023 · ‘More Completely Blacklisted’: Remembering John Howard Lawson Seventy-five years after the Hollywood Blacklist, the ‘Hollywood Ten’ screenwriter’s legacy gets its due. by Ed Rampell
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John Howard Lawson was dragged forcibly from the witness chair during his stormy testimony in Washington during the fall of 1947. As during state legislative hearings Lawson denied his Communist Party membership, but he had hardly been evacuated from the busy sanctum on Capitol Hill when a congressional investigator unveiled a “registration ...
Rain was pouring down relentlessly at one minute after midnight on 9 April 1951, as John Howard Lawson ambled to an automobile that was to whisk him away from his home of recent months—federal prison in Ashland, Kentucky. But he “hardly knew” he was being drenched, so ecstatic was he about leaving.¹.
