American Experience (1988–…): Season 34, Episode 3 - Citizen Hearst (Part 2) - full transcript

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Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

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On May 1, 1941,

a dense crowd of movie moguls,
photographers,

and celebrity-seekers
jostled outside the premiere

of one of the most
talked-about films of the year.

They had come to see
the director,

Orson Welles,
star in a thinly veiled portrait

of newspaper publisher
William Randolph Hearst.



"Citizen Kane" was, in a way,
the perfect irony.

It was definitely based
on Hearst's life

but played up certain things,
ignored other things,

and fabricated many things.

And in a way that's not
an unfair description

of Hearst's journalism as well.

The film would become a classic
of modern cinema,

but at the time, Hearst was
the most powerful

media mogul
the country had ever seen,

and he was determined
that his private life

would not be ridiculed
in public.

Not a single one
of his 25 newspapers

even acknowledged
"Citizen Kane's" existence.

It was a vivid demonstration



of Hearst's ability to control
what Americans saw, and heard,

and believed.

For Hearst,

news was not reporting
the facts.

News was creating history...
Making history.

You don't report history,
you're a participant in history.

Hearst made it

almost impossible not
to pay attention to journalism,

not to think about journalism,
not to,

quite possibly,
be drawn into journalism...

Either in support of him
or against him.

He would force presidents

and heads of state
to deal with him as if

he was, like,
a secretary of state,

or had that kind of level
of power,

and it makes him into this
god-like figure.

Everybody has an opinion on
Hearst, and no one is neutral.

He is vilified,

he's idolized,
but he's on everybody's mind.

Hearst built his corporate
colossus

with the help of his
family's vast fortune

and his unerring sense

of what the working man wanted
from the news.

His appetite for power
was limitless.

So were his arrogance
and his hubris.

But the scale
of Hearst's empire,

and the increasingly strident
nature of his politics,

would lead Americans to question
just how much influence

one man should rightfully
command.

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In early April of 1919,

two people were wandering
around on the top of a hillside

in an isolated section
of the California coast.

One of them was the publisher
William Randolph Hearst;

the other, his architect,
Julia Morgan.

They made an unlikely pair,

but they were a powerful
combination.

He was used to getting exactly
what he wanted,

no matter the cost.

She was used to solving almost
any design challenge,

no matter how daunting.

Hearst had once suggested that
he wanted to build a "bungalow"

right where they were standing.

They had both laughed at that.

Now, as they looked around
at the extraordinary vista,

they knew he had something
entirely different in mind.

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Only a madman

would have ever dreamed

of building a castle
on the hilltop.

They chose together a spot

that was on this enormous slope,

a spot that had to be cleared,

roads had to be built.

And not just little roads,
but big roads.

Everything had to be imported.

The lumber had to be imported.

The stone had to be imported.

The topsoil, the shrubbery,
everything.

A port had to be created

so barges could bring
the building materials.

Only a man who didn't estimate
costs in advance

would have dreamed of building
on this hillside.

But they worked brilliantly
together.

He never raised his voice
to her.

He never shouted or yelled
or gesticulated.

He knew that she would

fulfill his dreams.

Fulfilling Hearst's dreams
was a full-time job.

It had been that way
for decades.

Through his relentless drive,

Hearst had become the undisputed
king of American journalism...

Known within his empire simply
as "The Chief."

Beginning in 1887 with the lowly
"San Francisco Examiner,"

his newspapers and magazines
now reached

millions of Americans every day,

in cities all across
the country.

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His still-growing empire
had been built

by a willingness to spend
whatever it took

to crush his competitors.

And spend he could.

His father George had struck it
rich in the Gold Rush

and left the equivalent of half
a billion dollars

to his mother, Phoebe.

Now, in 1919, she too
had passed away,

and at the age of 56,

Hearst was finally in control
of the family fortune,

and one of America's
richest men.

George Hearst took the very
first money he made

in the Comstock Lode,

and with that money he bought
land at San Simeon in 1865

when Willie Hearst was only
two years old.

So it was very important
to the entire Hearst family.

And George went through several
financial reversals

but they never sold San Simeon.

He always hung onto it.

One of the things that
George Hearst said was,

"I'm saving it for the boy."

It was a working cattle ranch,
97,000 acres,

along a stunning stretch
of the California coast

230 miles north of Los Angeles.

Hearst and his father could hunt

and ride horses
through the canyons.

At night the family stayed

in fully furnished tents
pitched by the ranch hands

on a place they called
"Camp Hill."

Meals were delicious affairs,
prepared by a team of cooks.

The view was spectacular.

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Now, "Camp Hill" was to be
the site of a monument

to Hearst's boundless ambition.

He was building a castle
because he, literally,

had a castle's worth of
treasures with which to fill it.

$11,600.

Limits,

boundaries,

restraint... these were not words

in the Hearst vocabulary.

He was possessed
by a collecting demon.

The people he commissioned
to buy things

were told,
"the Chief wants this."

And they would say, "But
the bidding's gone too high."

And they were told, "Well,
get it, the boss wants it."

He was like...

a two year old,
who sees something

and wants it and grabs it
and won't let go.

Only months after Phoebe died,

Hearst's desire to acquire
things went into overdrive.

He could have easily furnished

all the planned rooms
at San Simeon

from his own and his mother's
collections,

but instead, he bought new art,

furnishings, and antiques

before the foundation
had even been laid

at the top of the hill.

The nations of Europe were
on their knees

following World War I,

and Hearst and other wealthy
Americans happily preyed

on impoverished nobles in one of
the great fire sales in history.

He snatched up suits of armor...

paintings...

tapestries...

a large 15th-century
Italian sideboard,

matched doors with
Renaissance panels,

and Moorish columns
from the 12th century.

He needed a complex
of warehouses

just to hold it all.

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Hearst told a story about a man

who had to call a dollar
"William" because

he was never gonna know it long
enough to call it "Bill."

And that was pretty typical
of how he felt,

I think, about himself.

He understood
that he overspent...

Well, especially when it came
to collecting.

He said,
"I'm like a dipsomaniac,

"a drunkard with a bottle.

And when these art dealers
show me things, I have to buy."

Hearst's wife delighted

in her husband's compulsive
acquisitions.

Millicent Willson had been a
16-year-old Broadway chorus girl

when she met the 33-year-old
Hearst in 1896.

She was the latest
in a string of lovers

that had horrified Hearst's
Presbyterian mother.

And by the time Millicent
came along,

Phoebe had despaired of ever
controlling her son's love life.

Hearst acted as he always had,
out of his

untrammeled love
of beautiful young women,

and what state in society
they were from did not matter.

In fact it seems, au contraire,

it was almost better if they
were chorus girls.

To Phoebe's surprise,

Millicent proved adept at
playing the respectable wife,

giving birth to five sons,

and standing by Hearst during
his unsuccessful campaigns

for mayor and governor of
New York

and his time serving in
Congress.

From the moment
she marries W.R.,

Millicent sheds her
show business background,

her chorus girl friends,

to become a New York society
matron.

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As skilled as Millicent was

at filling the public role
of Mrs. Hearst,

it was her private place, at
the center of her large family,

that she seemed
to really care about.

In the summer of 1920,

she played a beautiful damsel
in distress

in an elaborate home movie
orchestrated by her husband,

called "The Lighthouse Keeper's
Daughter."

The hour-long silent film was
a spoof

of the popular Western serials

and featured,
among other escapades,

a mounted Hearst,
waving his lasso

and saving Millicent
from marauding bandits.

Two of the Hearst boys used
sulfur flares

for special effects,

almost asphyxiating themselves
in the process.

By the end, W.R. and Millicent
were embracing

on screen, followed by lines
that Hearst had written himself.

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The make-believe silent picture
at San Simeon

was a charming diversion,

but it was the real movie
business that fascinated Hearst.

And just like in
the newspaper world,

the real action
was back in New York City.

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At the turn of the century,

Hearst had won a bare-knuckled
New York newspaper war

against the powerful publisher
Joseph Pulitzer

by hiring away his rival's most
talented writers and editors

and winning over the loyalty

of his working-class readers.

Hearst's papers had boasted
something for almost everyone...

Sensational reporting,

vivid writing,

innovative comics,

arts,

and sports stories,

bold use of color,

and revolutionary layouts.

As a publisher, he had been
a crusading progressive,

railing against the corrupt
bosses and monopolies

that dominated big cities

and kept the masses living
in poverty.

There were villains and victims
in a good Hearst story,

and he hated the villains.

The millions of immigrants who
crowded into America's cities

and bought his papers
for a penny

were his core audience,
but he wanted more,

always more.

Hearst went from newspapers
into magazines.

He became the largest holder
of magazines

as he did of newspapers.

All his editors said,
"You're nuts."

His business advisors said,
"You can't do it."

But he did it.

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Hearst was, all his life,
in search of the next big thing.

And very early on was taken
with moving pictures.

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It is hard to overestimate
how revolutionary

the moving picture was.

It is as revolutionary
as the internet.

It's as revolutionary
as the railroad.

It's one of the most
revolutionary technologies

in world history.

Hearst loved innovations.

Anything for a competitive edge.

Early in his publishing career,

he had turned inventions like
high-speed presses

and color printing
to his advantage.

Now, the new medium
of film beckoned,

and he quickly embraced
something known as the newsreel.

These short factual films
had been introduced to America

by the pioneering French film
company Pathé in 1911.

Hearst cut a distribution deal
with Pathé,

confident that his brand,

known for snappy
and accessible stories,

would be a perfect fit
for the new medium.

"The best trained newspapermen
in the world,

working hand in hand with a
matchless producing company,"

proclaimed an early
advertisement.

"No staging, no make-believe,

"no play acting,
just the actual drama

"of life with its heroes;

"their every look,
every gesture, every movement

"brought from the uttermost ends
of the earth

and flashed on your
theater screen."

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Hearst understands the power
of the moving film,

and he begins to see it as a way
to promote his own brand,

but this really begins
with the silent film.

In 1914, Hearst pioneered yet
another form of entertainment...

The serialized drama.

Audiences were transfixed
by the adventures of Pauline.

More than just
a damsel in distress,

she was a new kind of heroine,
and "The Perils of Pauline"

became a sensation,
with chapters like

"Pirate Treasure,"
"Tragic Plunge,"

and "A Watery Doom."

She's a young woman ready to be
a modern woman,

going out and having adventures
on her own

and having fun doing it.

And Hearst is simply promoting
what young women want to see

because the audience
for this is young women.

Very quickly, Hearst realized

that if his serials could tell
popular melodramas,

they could advance his
political goals as well.

His newspapers had whipped
the country

into a nationalist frenzy
over American intervention

in Cuba during the
Spanish-American War in 1898,

but when it came
to foreign entanglements

outside the Western Hemisphere,

Hearst was a staunch
isolationist.

As part of his crusade to keep
America out of World War I,

he argued that the real enemies

of the United States
lay elsewhere.

To make his point,
in the fall of 1916,

he produced an ambitious
serial drama called "Patria,"

in which Japanese spies
and their Mexican allies

invade the United States.

It's an absolutely ludicrous,
totally racist,

hyperbolically bad movie.

He combines all of his hatreds...

The evil and cunning Japanese

and these marauding,
radical Mexicans.

And, of course, our lovely hero

defeats these
emissaries of evil.

There's no question that Hearst

was a master at appealing
to people's baser emotions.

A picture's worth
a thousand words,

and I think that he realized
that before a lot of people did.

On the screen,
as in his newspapers,

Hearst never let the truth
get in the way

of telling a good story,
and his wildly popular serials

helped fuel an explosion
of interest

in the new film industry.

Moving pictures represented

a new generation of what Hearst
was trying to do

in his working-class newspaper
at the turn of the century.

The movies were now
this wildly popular form

of mass entertainment,
and when people went into

these picture palaces,
these opulent buildings,

you enter into this

construction that looks like
you're going into an opera hall

and you sit in a cool theater,

in an otherwise hot,
crowded city,

and these decadent curtains
draw back

and the screen lights up,
and the organ begins to play,

and suddenly you're transported
away from

the toils and concerns
of the Lower East Side

and into an adventure.

And it's entertainment.

It is fantasy, it's escape.

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Hearst kept churning out

hundreds more news reels
and serials,

and in March of 1919,

he teamed up with the producer
and distributor Adolph Zukor

and created
Cosmopolitan Productions.

He was determined
to pay top dollar

for only the best directors
and stars,

and he wanted 24 major films
a year.

Hearst had a talent for telling
stories and editing stories.

He knew what the public wanted.

But more than that,
Hearst was a true

revolutionary.

He'd get a story,

he'd run it in the newspapers,

he would embellish it
in his magazines,

he would tell it over the radio,

and turn it
into a moving picture.

I mean,
this is the essence of synergy.

Hearst understood that once
you got the message,

you can move it from format
to format to format to format.

You could create
something called

"media"... which is the plural
of a "medium."

And that's a Hearstian creation.

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He understands that

a multi-faceted media empire
has enormous power,

and so he, perhaps more than any
other American, is able to shape

the feelings, the ideas,
the political thoughts

of Americans because, frankly,

he's bombarding them
with media images.

He recognizes the power
of the media in a way

that comes to define
the 20th century,

and he is there to use
that power.

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The New York film community had
quite simply

never seen anything like it.

It was the summer of 1922,

and William Randolph Hearst's
latest picture was called,

"When Knighthood Was
in Flower"...

A remake of the story
of Mary Tudor.

The set designer,
a Viennese emigré

named Joseph Urban, conjured up
entire city blocks of Paris,

a gothic cathedral,
and the Tower of London.

There were 3,000 extras.

The budget was an unheard of
$1.5 million,

making it, at the time,

the most expensive film
ever produced.

Adolph Zukor worried about
the spiraling cost,

but Hearst dismissed
his concerns out of hand.

"Very good pictures,

"like all very good products,
cannot be made hastily,

any more than they can
be made cheaply," he said.

And he was just getting started.

His publicity campaign...
650 billboards,

brilliant electric signs
that dominated Times Square,

helped turn
"When Knighthood Was in Flower"

into one of the highest-grossing
productions of 1922.

The film received
rapturous reviews,

especially its star.

Her name was Marion Davies,
and her career was as much

a creation
of William Randolph Hearst

as his "San Francisco Examiner"
had been.

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♪ My head's in a dizzy whirl ♪

♪ Since I met a certain girl ♪

♪ There isn't... ♪

Back in 1915,

right after Millicent
had given birth to twin boys,

Hearst had found himself
in his usual seat

in the second row
of the Globe Theater,

watching the new
Irving Berlin musical

"Stop! Look! Listen!"

In one number, called "The Girl
on the Magazine Cover,"

a huge reproduction of
"Vogue" filled the stage.

Then a group of chorus girls
stepped out of the tableau

and joined an elaborate song
and dance routine.

One of them was the 18-year-old
Marion Davies.

Hearst, who was 52,
was transfixed.

♪ On the cover of a magazine ♪

W.R. was always attracted
to performers,

outgoing, extroverted people,
talented people,

and that especially went for,
you know, showgirls, actors.

So he always kind of had
a crowd around him

who were not the dry, sedate
members of the drawing room set.

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Marion Davies was born in
Brooklyn in January of 1897.

The family was kind
of lower middle class.

Her father was an alcoholic.

She was a very bright child,
but she had

a very noticeable stutter,
and it...

It affected her school life to
such a degree,

she was bullied by the kids
and by the teachers,

and it contributed
to her leaving school early.

But she loved to dance,

and there weren't a whole lot
of opportunities

for women at that time.

So being a chorus girl
around the turn of the century

was an avenue to a higher class.

This was a way for women
to marry well,

and it was pushed by her mother,

but Marion never felt that she
was a star.

♪♪

Hearst was looking
for the next Mary Pickford,

the silent film star

whose innocent but alluring
screen presence

had made her the reigning star
of the new film industry.

"He sent me flowers
and little gifts,

like silver boxes or gloves
or candy," Marion recalled.

"I wasn't the only one he sent
gifts to,

but all the girls thought he was
particularly looking at me."

The same impulses that led
Hearst to choose Millicent,

you know, led him to then choose
another extremely young woman.

And it's a little bit like,
"Well, you went

"for the beautiful, young,
trophy wife

"from the chorus line,

and here's another one."

Hearst wasn't immediately sold
on Marion as a film star,

but he went to a screening
of her first feature,

produced by her brother-in-law.

She played a rich man's daughter
kidnapped by gypsies.

She has a glow to her.

That charm, that... beauty.

Not even just physical beauty,

but this sort of emotional sense

of giving to the camera.

And I think that,
in combination with

this kind of beautiful angel
that he was seeing

on the screen,

was something very attractive
to him.

And so he went to Marion

and he said to her, "I would
like to make you a star."

In 1917, Hearst gave Marion her
own production company

and a generous contract.

He controlled almost every
aspect of her films:

the script, the casting...

Even the hairstyles.

He loved to watch Marion work
and was always at the studio.

Marion Davies was the first
screwball comedienne,

before Carole Lombard.

She was a natural mimic, and,
you know,

absolutely hilarious
impersonations, impressions.

She was always irreverent

and was always the scapegrace,
the little troublemaker.

I mean, she was a beautiful
woman who was hilarious,

and that is a, you know,
a tremendous combination.

When Hearst wasn't
with Marion on the set,

he was with her out on the town.

For years, he carried on
an affair and a marriage.

Marion he saw at his apartments

overlooking Bryant Park
in New York City,

while on the West Side,

his wife lived at the
Clarendon Hotel.

Whether Millicent knew or asked,
we don't know,

but his double life went on.

Then, in 1921,

Millicent noticed a particularly
expansive piece of publicity

about "a Miss Marion Davies,"

the star of an upcoming
Hearst feature.

She got in touch with Hearst's
editors and demanded that

"all advertising be distinctly
on picture, not on star."

It was clear that she suspected

her husband was having
an affair,

and Hearst's double life
was running on borrowed time.

By 1922, three years
after Hearst

and Julia Morgan first wandered
around the barren hillside

at San Simeon, the outlines
of the planned castle

had come into shape.

It was a typical Hearst
undertaking,

a reimagining of
a Spanish village,

with the main structure capped
by two soaring towers

and guest houses arrayed to
maximize the astounding views.

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The scale, and of course
the cost, were enormous,

but nothing Hearst wanted seemed
to faze Julia Morgan.

She studied at the Beaux Arts
in Paris

and was not only a remarkable
visionary and an architect,

but was fearless, dauntless,

and never said to Hearst,

"That's impossible,
it can't be done."

While the massive undertaking
was the subject

of Hearst's intense focus,

New York remained
the epicenter of his empire.

And Millicent wanted
to be there, too.

She craved acceptance
from the city's elite

and wanted her boys to be raised
as proper gentlemen.

Her husband couldn't
be bothered.

Will was always an outsider,

and I think that came in part
from being from California.

His father was a definite
outsider, a, you know,

a gold miner bonanza king.

So he was always very scornful
of East Coast society,

which he felt was modeled
on European aristocracy

and was an utter waste of time.

He was much more interested in
what you did

than in who you were in terms
of pedigree.

He's a New Yorker who grew up
in the West.

He's a San Franciscan
who went to school at Harvard.

And instead of gravitating
towards respectable society,

holds it at arm's length.

He says, "This is who I am."

You know,
"Take it or leave it."

He didn't want to settle down
and play the society game,

and even if he had,
there wasn't time.

While Millicent was doting
on the five boys,

he was with Marion,

or constantly traveling

from one part of his empire

to the next.

And he knew that his
relationship with Marion

would stay out of the news,
even if it was hardly a secret.

The press barons of the day
were happy

to trade in salacious exposés
to sell their papers,

but they had an unspoken deal

that their personal lives
were off-limits.

Eventually, the affair infected
the atmosphere

of the elegantly furnished rooms
of the Clarendon.

Over the Christmas holidays
in 1922,

Hearst and Millicent
had a rare scene.

One of their sons,
Bill Hearst, Jr.,

remembered his mother throwing
her wedding ring on the floor.

"If this is all you think of our
marriage, keep it!" she yelled.

In spite of Hearst newspapers
being these lightning rods

of political controversy,
in person,

Hearst deplored controversy.

He didn't like arguments.

He didn't like scenes.

He didn't raise his voice.

He had a courtly kind
of Victorian way of talking.

He never made demands.

He would ask requests, you know,
so it distressed him very much

that Millicent
was, rightfully, upset.

But he said, "I've tried,
as a matter of fact,

"to do everything I can for
Mrs. Hearst.

"I want her to be happy,

"and I can't imagine that she's
happy in this situation

any more than I am."

♪♪

Once, when Hearst left
San Simeon for Los Angeles,

he returned to find his wife
had packed up

and headed for New York.

"When I arrive, he's always

sweet and charming, but never
stays more than a few hours,"

Millicent later told the
film star Charlie Chaplin.

"And it's always
the same routine.

"Some urgent business matter
needs his immediate attention

"in Los Angeles, and we all
pretend to believe him.

And, of course, we all know he
returns to join Marion."

WILLIAM RANDOLPH HEARST Ill:
She was referred to as M.D.
when I was a kid,

and I thought maybe there
was somebody in the family

who was a doctor...
I didn't know who M.D. was.

And I wasn't going to ask my
parents about it.

It was just,
it was just something...

Something in the closet.

His sons felt tremendous loyalty
to their mother.

And they, you know, were
embarrassed

at this relationship,

about which Hearst was so open,

as he always was about
his behavior.

It's hard to think of another
major American popular figure

who essentially lived apart from
his wife and with his mistress.

Hearst was, like,
"Hey, screw you.

You don't like it?
I'm going to do it anyway."

You know, he lived his whole
life like this, in effect.

Like his business empire,

Hearst organized
his personal life

around his own needs
and desires,

and rarely acknowledged
the fallout

that he left in his wake.

♪♪

Eventually, Millicent decided

that she was going to be
Mrs. Hearst.

And...

They decided to keep
the marriage together

by keeping a continent
between them.

They moved into a pattern,

where Millicent would stay
in the East.

Hearst would buy her her own
estate in Sands Point,

one of the grandest estates
on Long Island.

Marion would move into
San Simeon.

Except September... in September,
Hearst and Marion would go east,

Millicent would come west
and entertain her friends

during September,
and then they'd switch

sides of the continent again.

Part of me, my instinct

is to pity Millicent
in this situation,

because you see Hearst,
and you're, like, "Well,

"he's just going to do
what he's going to do,

because that's what
he's been doing his whole life."

But for Millicent, there
actually were some benefits

to remaining in this marriage
with Hearst.

Millicent forged a path of her
own here,

and realizing that this is what
she needed to deal with,

she decided to build something
on top of it

for herself and for her sons.

During World War I,

Millicent had embarked
on a series of programs

to help the troops overseas
and bolster the care for them

when they returned home
as wounded veterans.

Her reputation as a
philanthropist was such

that she often eclipsed her
husband,

and her name was put forward
as a candidate for Congress.

But as Millicent reinvented
herself as Mrs. Hearst,

her husband continued to live
his life on his terms

and by his own rules.

By the 1920s, a new innovation

in the newspaper world
was being born,

and that was the tabloid.

♪♪

Tabloids really focus
on photographs.

That defines what they are.

The front page almost always
has some big photograph on it.

The stories are short,
they're brisk,

they're often sensational.

They often talk about
celebrity or crime.

It's the Jazz Age.

And the tabloids kind
of reflect that.

The first one
is the "Daily News."

And then along comes
the "Evening Graphic,"

whose nickname
is the "Pornographic,"

because it is so out there.

And Hearst,

who is incapable
of not competing with anything

that comes along,
establishes the "Daily Mirror"

in competition
with the other two.

So in New York City,
you've got three major tabloids

all competing with each other
in the 1920s.

Just, you know, fighting it,
fighting it out

with very sharp elbows.

♪♪

Ironically, Hearst despised
the tabloids.

They were smaller-sized papers,
popular with commuters,

and focused solely on the need
to entertain.

They were also cheaply printed

and offended Hearst's
aesthetic standards.

The tabloid is explicitly

aiming at the lower chakras

that the Hearst papers
always appealed to,

but the Hearst papers
were like a shotgun.

They were, like, aiming to hit

every part of the human psyche.

Hearst had to respond
to this attack

that in many ways was taking

one of the most successful
things about his business model,

and then using it against him.

The tabloids were stealing away
Hearst's working-class readers,

and he did almost anything
to lure them back.

His "New York Daily Mirror"
resorted to outlandish stunts

to boost his circulation.

It resurrected cold murder cases

with lurid,
baseless new charges,

printed what it called
"pictures of freaks,"

including the "Dog-Faced Man,"

and sent a 400-pound clown
around town

handing out $100 prizes.

Nothing helped.

"Time" magazine proclaimed that

"the terrible tabloids
have out-Hearsted Hearst."

Hearst was the great innovator,

but even an innovator grows old.

And his newspapers were getting
a little bit stodgy,

a little bit old-fashioned.

Hearst was no longer
the progressive reformer

screaming against
urban corruption anymore.

He had become
an establishment type.

The critic H.L. Mencken yearned
for the younger publisher.

"The American daily press,
with Hearst leading it

"in a devil's dance, was loud,
vulgar, inordinate,

and preposterous," he wrote,

"but it was not slimy
and it was not dull.

Today, it is both."

Compounding his troubles
with the tabloids

was the fact that Hearst had
gone on a spending spree

in the early '20s
and added 12 new papers

to his arsenal.

His empire could not have been
on shakier ground.

For decades, he had turned
to his mother

again and again for huge loans,

most of which she
had eventually forgiven.

Now he needed banks to further
leverage his constant spending,

and by late in 1922, his
compulsion to expand at any cost

had driven his corporation
to the brink of bankruptcy.

Hearst had always been in debt.

Always, always, always, always.

He was one of the richest men
on Earth,

but he always spent more
than he could.

And he borrowed the difference.

And then he borrowed more
to repay his earlier debts.

And as long as his circulation
held up

and as his advertising held up,

the banks were willing
to lend to him.

In December, his corporate
treasurer wrote him that,

"We are absolutely at the end
of our string

in manipulating finances."

A few months later,

Chase National Bank dropped him
as a customer.

In desperation,
Hearst agreed to sell

small-denomination
corporate bonds,

much like the government
had done during World War I.

He was betting that his readers
would see his brand

as a safe investment,
and he turned out to be right.

By 1924, he had sold
$12 million worth,

and with the help of the booming
postwar economy,

clawed his way off
the financial precipice.

Hearst never looked back.

One in four Americans...
Over seven million families...

Opened one of his papers
every day.

Millions more read
his syndicated features.

In the 1920s,

Hearst is probably
as powerful politically

as any individual who does
not hold office,

and much more powerful than many
individuals who did hold office.

Every major city, with the
exception of Philadelphia,

has a Hearst newspaper.

And because they are all
controlled

by William Randolph Hearst,
because the editorial content...

Which permeates the news pages,
as well as the editorial pages...

Is decided by Hearst,
his power is extreme.

And he wasn't just interested in
working-class readers anymore.

Hearst coveted the kind
of upscale audience

that bought his magazines...

Subscribers of such genteel
publications

as "Town and Country,"

"Harper's Bazaar,"
and his flagship,

"Cosmopolitan."

In 1928,
he began commissioning essays

from prominent political figures
in Europe,

and, a few years later,

added space
opposite the editorials

for regular contributors,

including writers like
Edith Wharton, Will Rogers,

and George Bernard Shaw.

Hearst had invented
the op-ed page.

♪ Got a stove for Christmas
from a gal named Anne ♪

♪ I had to take it back and
change it for an electric fan ♪

♪ When I hotsy-totsy 'round ♪

♪ They call me
Red Hot Henry Brown ♪

He also realized that
the monopoly over cheap news

that newspapers had enjoyed for
so long would not last forever.

He began acquiring new
radio stations in California,

and by 1928,
boasted a statewide network

that often promoted
his political views.

And in 1929, he debuted

Hearst Metrotone News:

newsreels that talked,
with an authoritative narrator

that magnified the power of the
flickering images a hundredfold.

Another great planned epic
adventure is about to begin

as the world's biggest balloon,

which is to carry two brave men
into the uncharted heavens,

is inflated.

In his usual style,

Hearst doubled down on the
promotion of his new service,

creating an all-newsreel theater
in New York City.

"Every important event
will be shown on the screen

within a few hours after
it takes place,"

Hearst's P.R. machine exclaimed.

"Similarly, every big event
in the world

"will be rushed to the
Newsreel Theater

with all possible speed."

Of course, Hearst considered
whatever he did

as news, as well.

♪♪

Hearst's self-confidence

is unbreachable.

There were very few politicians,

whether they're governor, mayor,
congressman, or senator,

who were going to dare
to contradict him.

And on any number of issues,

Hearst has his way because
of the reach of his empire.

Not only through the newspapers,

but through his magazine
complex,

radio stations that he controls,
and through his newsreels.

He was unstoppable.

Somehow, year in and year out,

Hearst had managed to stay one
step ahead of his competition

and just out of reach
of his creditors.

He had never been more powerful
or more of a fixture

on the American media landscape.

And he just kept spending.

He felt as though the Beverly
Hills house he bought for Marion

was too small, so he gave her

a three-story Georgian Colonial
mansion overlooking the beach

in Santa Monica that cost
upwards of seven million.

♪♪

In the autumn of 1927,

Hearst bought Millicent the home
of the former Alva Vanderbilt,

a medieval castle

on Long Island Sound known
as Beacon Towers.

A few years before,

F. Scott Fitzgerald had used it
as the inspiration

for Jay Gatsby's home.

Then, as if the castle he was
building in San Simeon

wasn't enough,

he bought a real one,
St. Donat's, in Wales.

And Hearst used
the corporate bank accounts

to pay for almost everything.

It was his.

I mean, it, it seems,
it seems like,

you know, isn't W.R.
raiding the, the cookie jar?

Well, the cookie jar is his.

The cookie jar is in his house.

So it obviously, it doesn't,

it doesn't mesh with today's
corporate environment,

with your audit committees
and your chair of the board

and your secretaries
and so forth.

But it was, remember, it was,
it was all his.

So he did what he pleased...
as he pleased.

He's a figure of appetite.

You know,
he wants to consume the world.

Someone like that, I feel like,
is almost by necessity empty.

There's something in him where
he has this hunger for approval,

for acclaim,
for the love of women.

You know, like, he really needs
something to soothe his ego.

He's always, needs more.

He needs more circulation.

He needs more money.

He needs more statuary.

He needs more houses.

He needs to make the houses
he has bigger.

You know, he's like this
incredibly acquisitive

sort of shark moving through the
world, just devouring things.

In the late 1920s,

a first-time guest would
travel overnight

by train from Los Angeles,

arriving at San Simeon in the
early hours of the morning.

Chauffeurs would then pick them
up for the 90-minute drive

over rough dirt roads
to the castle.

As they wound their way towards
the top of the hill,

the bleary-eyed passengers would
be jolted

by the sight of a group
of kangaroos

loping along the side of the
road.

They would see a line of camels,

a herd of American bison,

ostriches, emus,

reindeer, and antelope.

A weekend at the most
extraordinary house

in America had begun.

Casa Grande, with its soaring

twin Spanish bell towers,
had been completed in 1925.

Three guest houses...

Casa del Mar, Casa del Sol,
and Casa del Monte...

Surrounded the main structure.

Hearst referred to them
as cottages,

but they were anything but.

The smallest had ten rooms,

the largest 18.

He was meticulously focused
on every inch of them.

Even with such a massive
set of buildings,

Hearst had new construction
projects constantly underway.

Hearst was a compulsive,
obsessive

builder and rebuilder.

There never came a moment in
which he would look at a room

and say, "This is it,
this is perfect."

This eternal restlessness
and ambition to get it right

pervaded his private life
and his design

of his living quarters, as well.

As he was building guest houses
that surrounded the castle,

he'd put a fireplace
on the north end.

And then the room would
be built around it,

and he'd come and take a look
and say, "No, no, no, no,

let's move it to the south end."

And they would redesign
the entire room

because that's the way
he wanted.

I think collectors are born,
not made.

I think it's a psychological
tendency

that you either have
or you don't.

He was much more interested
in the decorative arts

than he was in the fine arts.

He was interested in tapestries,
in hand-hewn silver,

in, really, fabric of every
type:

phenomenal Persian carpets, silk
hangings, that sort of thing.

And pottery: exceptional Spanish
lusterware

from the Middle Ages,

exceptional Greek pots
from the ancient world.

Hearst had an antique shoe
collection.

He had a collection
of locks and keys.

He had a collection of
German sleighs.

It's difficult to come up with
things which he did not collect.

San Simeon was becoming
a theatrical backdrop

for Hearst's most prized
possessions

and the ideal setting
for his new life with Marion

on the West Coast.

The flashy Hollywood scene
suited

his and Marion's relationship.

It was a town
that lived on gossip,

and everyone had a past.

Hearst's days
in the tawdry world

of the New York scandal sheets,

or Marion's life
as a chorus girl,

were nothing unseemly by
Los Angeles standards,

and with San Simeon
as the alluring centerpiece,

the couple quickly assumed
their place

as the city's center of gravity.

Marion had become one of the
country's biggest

silent film stars,
and Hearst continued

to exert an iron grip
over her career.

Hearst wanted Marion built up.

He wanted Marion
to have the best.

He wanted her to be seen
by others the way he saw her.

And he saw her as
this saintly angel.

He thought that comedy
was beneath her.

He didn't want her hit in the
face with a custard pie

or a bottle of seltzer water,
you know.

He actually wanted her to be
another Mary Pickford and,

you know, in a field picking
daffodils or something.

Marion did her best to carve out
her independence.

When she was on her own in
Hollywood,

she often entertained the likes
of Pickford,

and her husband, Douglas
Fairbanks,

Rudy Valentino,

and Charlie Chaplin.

Chaplin seemed particularly
smitten with Davies' glamour

and wry sense of humor.

And while the mainstream press
tended

to keep Hearst's private life
with Millicent out of the news,

there was no such restraint
in the gossipy L.A. papers.

Hearst couldn't help but notice
these goings-on,

and was intensely jealous, often
hiring spies to follow Davies

and report back to him
on her whereabouts.

But Marion's flirtations
weren't the only thing

Hearst should have
been worrying about...

Her entire career was suddenly
on the brink.

♪ Climb up on my knee,
Sonny Boy ♪

♪ Though you're only three,
Sonny Boy ♪

Marion goes to see this movie
called "The Singing Fool"

with Al Jolson, and she starts
to cry.

And her friend who's with her
gently pats her leg, you know,

thinking that she is moved
by the movie,

and she leans over to him
and whispers in his ear:

"I'm ruined, I'm ruined."

She couldn't speak two sentences
without getting stuck,

and she was absolutely convinced
her career was over.

As the movies began to talk,

Hearst hired the best speech
therapists

and voice coaches to help
with her stutter.

♪♪

"As long as I live,

I will remember when she was
trying to learn to talk!"

her friend Adela Rogers
St. Johns remembered.

After a morning with her
speech coaches,

Marion would storm downstairs
and say,

"I'm not going to go any farther
with this."

Hearst wouldn't hear of it.

He was convinced she could make
it in the talkies.

When the day came for her
audition,

Irving Thalberg at MGM gave
her a screen test.

She went home very depressed.

She thought it was a disaster,

but she gets a call that says,

"Your screen test was
brilliant."

When Hearst played the test in
their theater at San Simeon,

she remembered that he started
to cry.

"He said,
'My God, it's marvelous.'"

I might escort you around
the building.

Show you the points of interest.

For instance, that elevator
will take you

to the highest roof
in the world.

From where, on a clear day,
you can see...

You can see...

From the Battery to the Bronx.

Okay, teacher.

She had made the leap
into the talkies,

a jump that
had proven impossible

for most of
the big silent screen stars.

Her future as Hollywood royalty
seemed secure.

Marion was probably

one of the most popular people
in Hollywood.

And Hearst wanted to make

his young love happy.

So in order to get her out
of Los Angeles,

out of Hollywood, to San Simeon,

he made San Simeon
the greatest resort

that anyone had ever been to.

♪♪

San Simeon is
the gathering place

of the Hollywood immortals,

with guests like
Marie Dressler, seen here

clowning with the host,
William Randolph Hearst.

♪♪

That pretty blonde over there
with the short bobbed hair

is Marion Davies.

Although she typifies glamour
on the screen,

at San Simeon,
she joins in the fun.

♪♪

Nothing pleased the host more

than when everybody got
out of doors in the afternoon

to take part in
some group activity.

He was proud of San Simeon
and eager for his guests

to enjoy it to the full.

Hearst loved to lead the guests

on long trail rides through
the country.

But he had to lead...
You didn't ride ahead of him.

And he would ride the guests
right into the ground.

Douglas Fairbanks
avoided the rides entirely.

"It was like a military parade,

and I wasn't of the temperament
that would take that,"

he recalled.

There were very few rules
at San Simeon,

but one was, guests were
expected to drink alcohol

in extreme moderation.

David Niven said the wine
flowed like glue at dinner.

But Hearst wasn't a drinker.

Marion drank more than
he wished she would,

and he wanted not
to tempt her unduly

and also to keep guests
at their best.

The other thing is,

he really frowned on
conjugal relations

between unmarried guests.

That was one of the rules that
you didn't break.

Hearst, as he aged,
became more and more prudish,

but it was a small price to pay

for the luxuries of San Simeon.

♪♪

They would feast.

They would go on hikes,
they would visit the zoo.

It was glorious,
it was a, a fantasy world.

Everybody gathered for
the evening's activities.

It wasn't a hotel.

You know, the whole point was

that you were there with people,

and the interaction was
what was to be fun.

Cocktails began
at 7:30 or 8:00 at night

in the assembly room.

Hearst arrived in a way

that surprised people
if they weren't expecting it.

The seats against the walls,

which came from 16th-century
Italian churches,

actually, one of them was
hinged as a door.

That hinged door
led into the elevator

that went straight up
to Hearst's apartment.

So, he wouldn't be there, and
then, the next thing you know,

he would... he would've emerged

from this panel in the door,
from his elevator.

Then you'd follow him and Marion

into the refectory
at 9:00,

and then the meal was served.

♪♪

The mixture of people there,

there were intellectuals,
politicians, industrialists,

businessmen,
and more Hollywood stars

than you could find
assembled on any lot

at any time.

Hearst was in his element.

♪♪

Although San Simeon
was hundreds of miles away

from any major city,
let alone a decent-sized town,

Hearst kept himself connected
to his empire.

Phone lines and
telegraph cables that fed into

a state-of-the-art switchboard,

manned 24 hours a day,

allowed him the kind of constant
communication he demanded.

Hearst never rests.

He wants to make sure
his New York papers are okay.

The time difference
keeps him up all night,

because the evening papers

are going to come out
at 8:00, 9:00,

the morning edition is going to
be put to bed at 2:00,

which means he's got to be up

at 5:00, 6:00
in the morning.

Hearst ended up with a secretary
who could match his pace,

a retired colonel named
Joe Willikom.

But before that, it was
a hard go for the secretaries,

one of whom, poor man,
actually had a heart attack,

because Hearst
had a level of energy

that exhausted
most people around him.

It was few people who could
actually keep up.

HEARST Ill:
He wanted his children to work.

I sort of got that from
my father and from his father.

The idea of being an
"idle rich person,"

I think, was something he didn't
feel any affinity for,

didn't like those people.

My grandfather

sent telegrams from the castle
to his empire.

The operator made
carbon copies of everything

that left the castle
and came in.

So you're kind of reading

the nearest equivalent to
emails.

And if you look at that
correspondence,

you see this mixture of minutia.

You know, "The white flowers
near the bee house

look a bit tired...
Can we do something about that?"

And then a note
from Winston Churchill

and then a directive
to write an editorial.

So you get this sense of a
tremendously active

imagination, creativity,
drive, interest.

He worked like a dog, and then,
one of the most admirable things

about this guy,
he was a newspaperman,

and he was a newspaperman
to the day he died.

There's something kind of
honorable about that.

Late one evening in October of
1929, the glasses clinked,

the laughter echoed in the
soaring assembly room,

and upstairs
in his private library,

William Randolph Hearst
pored over drafts

of the next day's
morning papers.

Holed up in his castle,
he was in his element,

the most dominant media mogul
the country had ever seen.

It seemed as though his next act

would be governed only by
the scale of his ambition.

On October 29, 1929,
the American stock market

lost $14 billion in value,
triggering a depression

unlike anything
the world had ever seen.

Hearst
wasn't particularly concerned.

Most of his assets were
in real estate,

and he believed it was

just a long-overdue correction.

That winter, he started a
$2 million renovation

of his mother's estate,
called Wyntoon,

on the California-Oregon border.

Although his editors
received a cable that read,

"Chief would like
all papers to avoid

use of the word 'depression'
as much as possible,"

over time, he could hardly deny

the impact of the downturn
on his business.

Although circulation
remained steady,

his advertising revenues
plunged...

Down 15% in 1930, 24% in 1931.

These were, of course,

incredibly dark days
all around the country.

By 1932, the army of the
unemployed in New York City

was over a million people.

Statewide,
unemployment was over 30%.

Nationally, it was over 25%.

There were dozens of bread lines
around New York City

by 1932, a couple of them

sponsored by Hearst himself.

Finally, even Hearst
began to scale back,

unable to pay interest
on his loans

or find the cash
to publish his papers.

He was forced to cut
his nationwide payroll

by $7 million,
and issue more stock

in his holding company,
Hearst Consolidated.

He cabled his representative
in London.

"We have all just been
run over by a steamroller

"here in America,

and feel pretty much
flattened out."

When President Herbert Hoover
failed to respond to the crisis,

Hearst delivered a speech
in June of 1931

on the CBS radio network's
82 stations.

Then he ran the text
in every one of

his morning editions.

He advocated spending an
unprecedented $5 billion

to provide jobs
for the unemployed

and "increase the purchasing
power of the masses."

Strikingly, even before

there is any sense of
a New Deal,

Hearst comes up with his own
policy to cure the Depression.

And it involves tremendous
public works projects,

a sort of Keynesian infusion
of dollars into the economy

to put people back to work.

It is more New Deal
than the New Deal.

In 1932,

Hearst threw the full support
of his media empire

behind Franklin D. Roosevelt,

backing the most gifted
politician of his age,

a man with an uncanny knack
for reaching

the ordinary men and women

that were the core audience
of Hearst's empire.

When FDR crushed Herbert Hoover
and gained the White House,

Hearst ordered up a newsreel
that celebrated the event.

In his distinctive,
high-pitched, patrician voice,

he also argued that Americans
could help their own cause

by choosing how to spend
their hard-earned dollars.

♪♪

My friends, the policy,
the sustained policy,

of buying goods of
American manufacture,

rather than materials of
foreign manufacture,

is not only a patriotic policy

for the general good
of the nation,

but a policy
which will surely inure

to our own benefit.

♪♪

As the Depression ground on,
however,

Hearst and Roosevelt were
increasingly at odds.

When Roosevelt created the
National Recovery Administration

in 1933, which strengthened
labor protections

and sought to further regulate
the publishing industry,

Hearst was apoplectic.

"Please tell the president,"
Hearst told one of his editors,

"that I consider his proposal to
license the press under the NRA

"in direct violation of the
Bill of Rights,

"and I will fight his proposal
with every means at my command,

even if it costs me every nickel
I possess."

Hearst had built his empire

on support for the rights
of the working man,

but when it came to
the unionization

of his own industry,

it had always been
another story.

Back in 1899, he had
joined Joseph Pulitzer

in a failed attempt
to crush a strike

by the boys who distributed
newspapers around New York City.

His opposition to labor
movements within his own ranks

had hardly lessened
in the ensuing decades.

In the 1930s,
newspapers began to organize,

particularly reporters.

Hearst sees his media empire
as his and nobody else's.

He was firing newspaper editors

that maybe were a little bit
too far left.

And the newspaper guild begins
to organize.

They want
the journalistic independence

that they need to
do a real newspaper.

To Hearst, this is
the destruction of America.

That if you have
a third-party entity

telling a newspaper editor that
he can't fire somebody at will,

what has happened to America?

Hearst felt that he had been
instrumental

in getting FDR into
the White House.

Now he turned on the president
with a vengeance.

The Chief insisted that
his editors call the New Deal

the Raw Deal,

and wrote that NRA stood for
"No Recovery Allowed."

From the outset of the New Deal,
the Hearst press...

The business community
in general...

Are willing to perhaps work with

the Roosevelt administration.

They're afraid that if somebody
doesn't do something

to ameliorate the suffering,

there really is going to be
a revolution.

There are people talking
that way.

And so the business community

would love nothing better than

for Roosevelt to take
a moderate approach

in a way that saves
capitalism in America.

But once Roosevelt's policies

had helped to transform

the public's sense of
despair and hopelessness,

then not only does
Hearst deride the New Deal

as communistic,
he refers to the president

as Stalin Delano Roosevelt.

Working-class Americans
loved Franklin Roosevelt.

They loved the New Deal.

Somebody was finally speaking
their language.

The fatal flaw of
William Randolph Hearst,

like many wealthy capitalists
who see themselves

as able to change the nation,
is that they could not imagine

anyone acting against them.

That their interests
were paramount.

And so if somebody acted against
their interests,

they must be an enemy.

Hearst's founding

political ideology and myth,
if you will,

was that he was speaking up for
the average American,

the working man.

In his early career, especially,
I think that Hearst

genuinely seized upon that.

Yes, it was convenient.

It was, it was pragmatic
for him to do that

for growing the circulation
of his Democratic papers,

but he also believed it.

Interestingly, as time went on,

it was never that
deeply rooted in him.

At a certain point, some of it,
you have to say, is

that he began to kind of act
like his class.

He didn't live and breathe
the needs of the people,

but he knew how to
market to them

and sell to them really well.

And so I think that
that's the key difference,

that when the chips were down,

and when actions and policies
were being proposed

that actually were helping
millions and millions

of working men and women
across the country,

he was unable ideologically
to make that shift.

A lot of his actions and his
behaviors later in his life,

he was classically defending
his prerogatives

as a very wealthy person.

In the 1930s, Hearst and Marion

were becoming the
reigning monarchs of Hollywood.

But trouble in the castle
was brewing.

Everyone knew that
the queen's drinking problem

was getting worse, and the king
was powerless to stop it.

"When the drinking had got bad,"
a close friend remembered,

"he used to have to
watch her pretty closely.

"She would go along quietly
for some time,

and then suddenly,
this would all break loose."

Hearst tried every way possible
to limit Marion's drinking.

There were strict rules
at San Simeon

that nobody could have
more than two cocktails,

that the waiters were to
make sure that

wine glasses weren't refilled,

and yet Marion's
girlfriends would,

when they packed their
suitcases,

have a hidden compartment

in which they'd bring in
a bottle for Marion.

Marion's liquor was hidden in
the ladies' rooms,

where Hearst would not go.

Marion bribed various waiters
and the grounds staff

to look the other way when
the liquor came out.

Hearst tried everything.

♪♪

The most powerful publisher
in the world was helpless.

Marion had started drinking as
a chorus girl and never stopped.

The stress of her failing career
didn’t help.

By the early 1930s,

seven of her previous nine films

had lost an average of
$175,000 each.

Hearst didn't even blink
at the box office numbers.

He remained
Marion's steadfast champion,

still fixated on
every aspect of her career,

but he was incapable of giving
her what she most wanted.

Marion knew that Hearst
would never marry her.

For a variety of reasons,
including laws

that would've given Millicent
half of the estate.

But she made her choice.

She wanted W.R.

"I started out a gold digger,"

Marion told a close friend,
"and I ended up in love."

Hearst's plate-spinning
had worked in the 1920s,

but as his affair with Marion
entered its second decade,

Millicent's tolerance began
to reach its limits.

In a letter to his attorney,
Hearst wrote:

"Whenever I do see her,
something that I do

"or do not say throws her
into a fury which results

"in the most distressing scenes
imaginable.

"In fact,
distressing does not describe

"the painfulness of
these furies,

"and there is nothing to be done

"in the face of
these tempestuous scenes

but to flee from them as fast
and as far as possible."

Hearst talks about how he really
wants to get a divorce.

There is nothing to the
relationship

with Millicent anymore.

But Millicent valued very much

her position as
Mrs. Hearst.

Hearst didn't want to create a
situation

where Millicent received
the social opprobrium

of being a divorcee.

A divorcee was unacceptable,

especially in society,
where Millicent was.

Furthermore, she was Catholic,

and that made, made it
doubly unacceptable.

So they lived on
in this compromise way,

but it was an awkward thing for
her to remain Mrs. Hearst

with people knowing about
Marion Davies, and Marion,

though she tried to
act like she didn't care...

Matter of fact, she said,

"Why should I
run after a streetcar

"when I'm already on board?

"What difference does it make if
he's married to someone else?

He's with me," you know,
but she did care.

I think Hearst thought
that it would work out

fine for everyone,
but really, in a way,

it didn't work out fine
for anyone.

In May of 1934,

after five years
of the Great Depression,

San Francisco longshoremen
went out on strike.

The movement spread to
every port on the West Coast,

and suddenly,
America was in the throes

of its greatest worker revolt
in decades.

From his lofty perch
at San Simeon,

Hearst was worried.

Here was another example of
dangerous labor activism

that challenged
the very foundation

on which his empire was built.

The leader of this movement
is named Harry Bridges.

He's an Australian immigrant,
and he's radical,

and he's willing to engage
in direct action.

Hearst sees Bridges
as a communist,

he sees him as overthrowing
democracy in America

if he gets his way,

and he sees bringing
that kind of radical unionism

into San Francisco as
an unacceptable transformation

of his hometown.

And he fights it
with all he can.

Hearst blamed Roosevelt

for fomenting
the left-wing agitators.

"The people approved
the well-considered proposals

"of the Democratic platform,
not the theories of Karl Marx

and the policies of Stalin,"
he wrote.

As Hearst gets older,

his self-confidence turns into

an overwhelming
dictatorial arrogance.

There is only one side
to any question,

and that's his side.

He's right
and everybody else is wrong.

If you in any way support

New Deal measures
that he's against,

then you're a communist,
and he's going to destroy you.

Hearst becomes so worried

about communism
that he dispatches

a bunch of undercover reporters
to go out and interview

professors and intellectuals
under false pretenses,

and basically trying
to get these professors

to say something
that's going to expose them

as sympathetic to communism.

This is full-on
witch hunt territory.

Hearst had always prided himself

on the crusading activism
of his reporters.

Now he was ordering them to
start attacking ordinary people.

Hearst is the most virulent,

vicious anti-communist
until McCarthy.

The exuberance, the joy...

He almost celebrates
these attacks on people

who aren't and
have never been communists,

but who have crossed
a Hearstian line in the sand.

But this time,

Hearst's arrogance and his zeal
would come back to haunt him.

The Communist Party
staged a boycott

of his newspapers and films.

New Dealers, socialists,

and labor leaders
were happy to sign on.

Soon, Hearst's circulation
numbers were taking a hit.

So many audiences
hissed at the screen

when his newsreels appeared

that "Hearst Metrotone News"
changed its name

to "News of the Day."

And his enemies
had no compunction

about exposing
his affair with Marion.

One labor activist
published a book entitled

"Hearst: Labor's Enemy No. 1,"

claiming that Hearst was,
among other things,

"a liar, a thief, a blackmailer,
a receiver of bribes,

and a swindler."

Hearst was
vilified and lampooned,

mocked and pilloried,

but he seemed
immune to criticism

and willing to take
any position,

no matter how contentious,

as long as it
furthered his ends.

In the early '30s,

Hearst is really
trying to make his name

as an important player in
world affairs,

and one way he can do that
is publishing columns

by people who are
even more important players

in world affairs.

So Hearst asks for columns from
Adolf Hitler,

he asks for columns from
Benito Mussolini.

In the fall of 1934,

while on an
extended vacation in Europe,

Hearst arranged to see Hitler,

who had recently
risen to power in Germany.

Hearst knew the meeting would
be intensely controversial.

The year before,
the new German chancellor's

reign of terror against Jews
had escalated,

and Hearst's own papers had
covered the mounting violence,

editorializing that
"if Hitlerism means pillage,

"cruelty, and oppression,

"as well as tyranny,
it is doomed...

And Germany perhaps with it."

But Hearst
would not be deterred.

Hearst was seeing Hitler
as a statesman,

and he had
this blinkered, blind vision

that everything
was going to be okay

as long as Hitler
didn't go too far.

But at this point,
Hitler had proven himself

to be essentially
a murderous thug.

You know, the, the terms of
this interview were, were,

should have been
much more confrontational,

much more aggressive
about all of that.

We don't know what went on
at that meeting,

but he doesn't
come away with the sense that

Hitler is a dangerous man.

And more importantly,
after this visit,

he doesn't editorialize ever

against the danger that
Hitler poses

to the peace of the world.

And when we look back on
the Hearst legacy today,

I mean, that stands out.

With Hearst's anti-communist
crusade,

his hostility
to union movements,

and his fraternization
with Hitler,

the rupture of his relationship

with his old progressive allies
was complete.

Hearst seems to have

gained momentum
because of his ability to

put his finger on the pulse
of American populism, right?

Like, where
the common people are at,

what kind of journalism is
gonna appeal to them,

what kinds of issues.

So what's sort of amazing is
that he, he takes this position

against labor and against
sort of social justice

and New Deal policies,
right at the time

when those things
are extremely popular.

Hearst simply becomes

a man out of touch with
the American working class.

If workers were his readers,
they were his readers because

he gave them something
they wanted to read,

but now Hearst dedicates
the early and mid-1930s

to fighting
the kind of social change

that maybe he once
would have supported.

There's a cognitive dissonance
there, because this is

a guy that was fighting
for the eight-hour workday

and, and fighting for,
you know, many, many things

that the unions were supporting.

He starts to appear to
be more like one of those guys

with the top hats,
with the bulging wallet

and stepping over, you know,
poor people

on his way to his limousine.

He's, like, the most
conspicuously wealthy person

probably in
the history of the country.

And all of this is
a stick in the eye

of the laboring classes.

He's almost said to his readers,

working class and middle class:

"You've got to choose.

It's me or Roosevelt,
it's me or the New Deal."

And they choose Roosevelt
and they choose the New Deal,

and they stop
buying his newspapers.

♪♪

In his early years,

when he fulminated
against the trusts

and for the working man,

he hit upon something
that was truly American.

I salute that,
and I think that represents

the best in the American spirit.

But in the middle of his life,
he grew more conservative

and then reactionary,

because he didn't want
the world he had helped create

to change one iota.

And he becomes
more out of touch with

the American qualities
of right and wrong,

of justice and injustice.

Hearst wrote to his sons
one time, saying,

"Success is a frame of mind,

"an immutable posture,
an unshakable sensibility.

"Circumstances have
nothing to do with success.

You must decide to succeed
before you can succeed."

And then he concluded by saying,

"You must focus
on the objectives,

not the obstacles."

After seven years of
the Great Depression

and his opposition
to FDR and the New Deal,

the effect on Hearst's empire
was impossible to ignore.

By 1937,
his newspapers and magazines

across the country had lost
tens of millions of readers.

His flagship paper, the
"New York Journal and American,"

was being dismissed by
his rivals as

"the Vanishing American."

It was the same
all across the country.

Hearst Consolidated
was in freefall.

But as he huddled
with his advisers

over the next few months,

trying to figure out
a reorganization of the company,

Hearst quietly spent
$200,000 on antiques

and another $200,000 on
more real estate acquisitions.

The Depression forced Hearst,
really, into a reckoning.

He had incorporated in the '30s
to try to get out of

the personal responsibility
of the finances.

But things began
to get quite cataclysmic.

He owed Canadian paper mills
$9 million,

and they refused to ship him
newsprint until he paid.

He owed $78 million,

more than one-and-a-half billion
in today's dollars, to banks,

and dividends to stockholders
that were overdue.

In May, Hearst, Marion,
and a few others

boarded a train east
to meet with creditors.

En route,

Hearst sent a wire
to Julia Morgan that read:

"Stop work entirely at
San Simeon."

On the train,
Hearst confessed to Marion,

"I guess I'm through."

He's called to New York

and he's told, "The only way
to keep the empire together

"is for you to step aside

and establish a trustee."

On the trip,
Marion comes into his railcar,

and pulls aside one of
his chief advisers and said,

"I've called my lawyers,

and I can lend the Chief
a million dollars."

And Hearst says,
"No, never, won't do it."

By the time he gets to New York,

he realizes he has no choice
but to take Marion's money.

And he hands over control
to a bank executive.

And he's stripped of all power.

And he's told that he has
to begin to liquidate his assets

to pay his debts.

He loses control of
the empire he's, he's built.

And it's nobody's fault
but his own.

Much of the staff at
San Simeon was let go.

The zoo animals
were put up for sale.

The first on the auction block
was the elephant,

who lumbered off to
the Los Angeles Zoo.

Hearst tried to remain upbeat,
but he was,

according to a cousin
who visited,

a "pathetic, broken man."

He was forced to
sell off some of his papers,

deed the Wyntoon property
to the corporation,

and begin paying rent
and covering the maintenance

at San Simeon.

And his art collection

would have to be sold off,
as well.

One of the advisers said that

liquidating
Hearst art at auction

would be the equivalent of
emptying an oil tanker

with an eyedropper.

So what they did instead was
take Gimbels department store...

The fifth floor,
men and boys sportswear...

And they crammed it
with Hearst art objects,

everything from Egyptian statues
to Renaissance tapestries,

and had effectively, like,
a fire sale.

♪♪

Sale director Dr. Armand Hammer,

left, and
merchant Frederick Gimbel

look at the $25,000 Cellini cup.

And here's the original itself,

as the $50 million Hearst
art collection goes on sale.

Articles from
35 cents to $200,000.

15,000 objects in all,
spread over

80,000 square feet
of floor space...

The fruits of 50 years of search
for art treasures.

Watching the liquidation
of his prized possessions

out of a second-rate
department store

was a degrading humiliation.

It was a final indignity

for a man of Hearst's
pride and stature.

Throughout his ordeal,

the one person he had
been able to rely on was Marion.

Shortly after she had bailed
him out with a million dollars,

Hearst had
proposed something radical.

It was time for them
to get married, he said.

He was 74, she was almost 40,

and it seemed as though
the time had finally come.

In the late '30s,

there is a divorce agreement
from Millicent.

There was just no more to it.

Millicent was finally done.

So W.R. and Marion

find a person down in Mexico
who is willing to marry them.

They go down to Mexico

and they're waiting
for the divorce agreement

to become official,
come through.

♪♪

They get a call at
the last minute

that Millicent has
thrown "Cosmopolitan" magazine

into the divorce agreement.

Hearst cannot reconcile
the fact that his business life

and his personal life
are now coming together.

And he makes the decision to
not go through with the divorce.

Can you imagine
what that did to Marion?

I mean, just the heartbreak,
that she thought that this

was going to happen for her.

And, and it didn't, um,
because of a magazine.

She disappears.

Nobody knows where she is

in those days that she's gone.

And finally,
she shows back up again,

and she had been
on an alcoholic bender.

And from then on,
she's never really the same.

♪♪

♪♪

What are you doing?

Jigsaw puzzles?

Orson Welles' critically
acclaimed 1941 film

"Citizen Kane"

wasn't an accurate portrait
of Hearst,

but it didn't need to be.

All the pieces were there...
The publishing revolutionary,

the obsessive art collector,
the fierce competitor,

and the three women in his life.

Gee, 11:30.

Shows are just getting out.

People are going to
nightclubs and restaurants.

'Course we're different,
because we live in a palace.

You always said you
wanted to live in a palace.

The problem with "Citizen Kane"

for Hearst
was not the presentation

of Hearst himself,

because Orson Welles
was not going to,

at this stage in his life,
play a villain.

And if he was playing Hearst,
Hearst would be

a charming, lovable character,
at least in the beginning.

It'll make you all happy
to learn that

our circulation this morning
was the greatest in New York...

684,000.

684,132!

What made Hearst angry was that

the three most important women
in his life...

His mother, his wife,
and Marion Davies...

Were caricatured.

Especially his mother,

who was played by
Agnes Moorehead

and who was just a witch.

And Marion Davies,

who became Susan Alexander,

a no-talent opera singer

with the most irritating,
grating voice in movie history.

Perfectly dreadful!

Hearst's personality
was so large,

his career so long,

his public persona
so controversial and polarizing,

that it was as if
Orson Welles was tapping into

not just the life of one man,
but to a part of America itself.

Orson Welles
was tilting at windmills.

And it's not a biography,

but I think the thing
it got right about Hearst

was the joie de vivre of
Charles Foster Kane,

those early years
when he's with the showgirls

and when he's having
the newspapers redone

and the animation
and kind of the fire.

Are we going to declare
war on Spain or are we not?

The portrait of "Citizen Kane"

seems somewhat accurate,
in the sense of this guy

who's got everything,

but he's kind of a lonely guy.

♪♪

It's almost like
an archetypal myth.

He's got everything,
but in some ways,

what does he have?

He's a very, very
isolated human being.

Most of what people think
about my grandfather

is really
"Citizen Kane."

I, I told my kids it'll take
another hundred years

before my grandfather's
really sort of

fit into history properly.

If Hearst and Marion's portrait
in "Citizen Kane"

was at odds with their
comfortable life at San Simeon,

it was accurate in one respect...

Marion was
drinking herself to death.

Hearst urged her
to take any kind of cure,

and hired nurses and attendants
to keep her away from alcohol,

but she always found a way.

"Eventually, she would make
an ass of herself at the table,"

a waiter from San Simeon
remembered.

"Start acting up,
making noises and things.

"It was not unusual for
Mr. Hearst to ask for her

to be taken from the table."

The fact that Hollywood
no longer seemed to want her

hadn’t helped Marion's spirits,

and by the mid-1930s,

she had finally quit
the film business.

In the end,
she contented herself

with taking care of
her aging partner.

♪♪

"I thought
the least I could do for a man

who had been so wonderful
was to be a companion to him,"

she recalled.

Despite his
bucolic surroundings,

Hearst's future remained
clouded by financial troubles.

The trustee who ran his company

was selling off assets
to pay stock dividends.

Hearst was left clinging
to editorial control

of his shrinking empire.

It was hard not to agree with
"Time" magazine when it wrote,

"At age 75, the bad boy
of U.S. journalism is just

a hired editorial writer
who has taken a salary cut."

While Hearst's business affairs
were in crisis,

events on
the other side of the Atlantic

were also spiraling
out of control.

His old contributors
Hitler and Mussolini

seemed intent on war,

but he remained
a staunch isolationist.

Hearst believes,
"Let the damn Europeans fight,

and leave Europe, the Old World,
to destroy itself."

You know, "If Hitler
takes over the continent, okay.

"Who cares?
I certainly don't care,

"and it's not
a danger to America.

What's a danger to America
is the Japanese."

And Hearst
profoundly believes this,

in large part because
of his anti-Asian racism.

After Pearl Harbor,

Hearst and Marion
retreated inland, to Wyntoon,

and he quickly supported
the war.

"We must come out victorious

and with the largest V
in the alphabet," he proclaimed.

And in the immediate aftermath
of the attack,

Hearst played to
his readers' worst impulses.

For decades,
Hearst had used his papers

to vilify Asian immigrants.

Now his empire called for

the forced internment of
Japanese Americans.

"I am for the immediate removal

"of every Japanese
on the West Coast

to a point deep
in the interior,"

one Hearst syndicated
columnist snarled.

"I don't mean a nice part
of the interior, either.

"Herd 'em up, pack 'em off,

"and give 'em the inside room
in the Badlands.

"Let 'em be pinched, hurt,
hungry, and dead up against it.

"Personally,
I hate the Japanese.

And that goes
for all of them."

Hearst's position on

the internment
of Japanese Americans

was consistent and an extension
of the Yellow Peril

that runs
through Hearst's career.

He had a, you know,

a pretty long history of, of
perceiving Asians,

and later,
Japanese in particular,

as being an other,

an unknowable,
alien sort of force.

And that, of course, that view
is really what underpinned

so many people's decisions

to support the executive order
that interned

110,000 Japanese Americans
on the West Coast.

In the early 1940s,

Hearst's media machine
still wielded

enormous power, and he knew that

demonizing the Japanese

would be hugely popular
with his audiences.

Remarkably, it's the war

that saves the Hearst empire.

Newsprint is rationed,

so it is cheaper
to produce the newspapers

than it has ever been,

because you can't have
big newspapers anymore.

And people start
buying the newspapers,

every newspaper,
to find out what's going on,

and circulation increases.

Costs decrease.

Hearst has been
put on a strict allowance,

so he can't spend money anymore.

His losing newspapers
have been sold off.

And by the end of the war,
the Hearst financial prospects

are better than
they've been in decades.

By the time he and Marion

returned from their exile
at Wyntoon,

the wartime economic boom

had finally dug Hearst
out of his financial hole,

and he was back
in command of a diminished

but still formidable empire.

He had also been able to repay
Marion her $1 million.

As if the preceding
seven years had never happened,

he immediately
started renovations

on one of his guest cottages.

And he doted on his dogs.

Hearst had always loved
dachshunds, and in 1945,

he and Marion
still owned 73 of them.

When his favorite dog,
Gandhi, died,

he held a formal funeral
in his honor,

with the entire staff
in attendance for the ceremony.

He and Marion remained
near-constant companions,

dressing for dinner each night
in the refectory,

and then watching
the newest film in the theater.

There would be
occasional visitors,

but although his circle of
friends and acquaintances

was large, it was striking how

few people, if anyone,
really knew him.

There's this kind of enigma.

Very few people
got close to him.

It might be that
it speaks to somebody

who has never
had to actually get down

at the same level
with another person and go,

"Here I am, there you are,

let's exchange face-to-face
at exactly the same level."

Because nobody was on the
same level with him,

you know, and he didn't want
to be on the same level

with other people.

After suffering what seemed like

a mild heart attack
in early 1947,

Hearst and Marion made
the excruciating decision

to move to her house in
Beverly Hills

to be in closer proximity
to a hospital.

On May 2,
as they left the castle,

Marion looked over to see

tears streaming
down the old man's face.

"We'll come back,
W.R., you'll see," she said.

They never did.

I think San Simeon was the
best part of Hearst's life.

I think he knew that.

It was the sight of
a number of great romances,

and by that, I mean

the romance that Hearst had

with the landscape of
California.

The platonic romance
of, of creativity

that he had with Julia Morgan,

and this passionate love
that he had for Marion Davies.

Near the end, Hearst was worried
about Marion most of all.

She kept up a cordial
relationship with his boys,

but he worried that she would
be cast aside after he was gone,

so he secretly gave her
a controlling interest...

30,000 shares
of preferred stock...

In the Hearst Corporation.

He also gave her the deed
to the Beverly Hills house.

♪♪

His first couple of years
in Los Angeles,

he's in his middle 80s.

He still reads
all his newspapers

cover-to-cover every day
and writes to say,

"This is not right,
this is not right."

But age catches up.

He's watched over by nurses

and attendants and Marion.

On August 13, 1951,

the Chief dictated
his last letter of the day

and went to sleep.

As he had grown
increasingly frail,

Marion had found it harder
to retain her composure,

and that night, she
was especially distraught

and was given a sedative.

While Marion slept,

Hearst died at 9:50 a.m.
on August 14.

He was 88.

Without waking her,

his sons immediately had
his body removed.

She awoke,
and her house was empty.

"I was alone.

"I loved him for 32 years,

and now he was gone,"
she remembered.

"I couldn't even say goodbye."

Millicent flies out
from New York.

The funeral is held in
San Francisco.

The mayor attends,

Louis B. Mayer is there,
Hollywood royalty,

political royalty.

The only one who's missing
is Marion.

Marion probably could have gone
if she wanted to,

but she knew she wasn't welcome.

♪♪

So everybody had

gotten along okay
while Hearst was still around,

but the alacrity with which
the boys acted afterwards

showed that they had not been
fond of Marion.

He left her the voting rights

of the Hearst Corporation,
controlling stock,

and it had become very
prosperous.

It was well over
$100 million worth,

even though 14 years before,
he'd been 80 million in the red.

So for a brief period,

Marion actually
was the chief employer

of the Hearst Corporation.

But she sold it all back
to Mrs. Hearst

for one dollar legal tender.

And what she was saying is,
I don't need the money.

And I think
what Hearst was saying

in giving her such a bequest

was how incredibly important
she had been in his life.

Hearst died
on the 14th of August.

Marion sold it
on the 30th of October.

And the very next day,

she married for
the first and only time.

Her new husband was almost
a decade younger than Marion,

a captain in the Merchant Marine

named Horace Brown.

He bore such a striking
resemblance to Hearst...

A heavy-set man with

the same sloping nose
and close-set blue eyes...

That guests would look twice

when the couple
entered the room.

Hearst may have been gone,

but Marion would still
cling to his memory

for the rest of her life.

The Hearst Corporation then,

for a period of years,

bans the name Marion Davies.

It is not uttered,
it is not spoken.

In death, as in life,

William Randolph Hearst

remained a distinctly
American invention.

In the colorful pages
of his newspapers

and the flickering frames
of his motion pictures,

he presented his own singular
vision of America,

manipulating
his audience to see the world

through his lens
and on his terms.

In many ways,
William Randolph Hearst

is an American writ large.

He embodies
everything good and bad

about this,
the essence of this country.

Its expansiveness,
its ambition, its greed,

its sentimentality,
its showmanship,

its, its ability
to transform itself.

Hearst tells us
a whole lot about ourselves

as a democracy then
and probably now.

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He shows us the power of money

and the power of ambition.

He shows us
the power of the media

to shape opinion,
to direct opinion.

He shows us the appeal,
on occasion, of the crusader.

He also shows us, however,
the danger of the demagogue.

William Randolph Hearst
primarily stands for himself.

And I think that's
the most important thing

to understand about him,

is that he takes positions
that are admirable in many ways,

and then later,
he takes positions

that are reprehensible.

But fundamentally,

any discussion of
William Randolph Hearst

is about
William Randolph Hearst.

Hearst was
mostly loyal to himself

and the project of
building influence.

And at times,
that project took the shape

of standing in
for working people.

But I think what we have
to contend with in the end is,

do we really want our
most powerful institutions,

media and otherwise,
to be run by people who are

not accountable
to the masses of people,

and are ultimately accountable
to their own ideas of grandeur?

And I think that that's part

of what Hearst forces us to
reckon with.

You don't want to use history

as a tarot deck
to predict the future.

But there are cautions.

There are lessons.

And in an era
when very powerful men

are in a position to
influence enormous chunks

of American and world history,

you need to question how
a person that big operates.

Who enables him?

Who empowers him?

That's, I think,
the lesson of Hearst.

He influenced our whole
American way of life.

How we digest culture,

how we engage with
political views.

I think that
that kind of fearlessness

that was unique in him
is actually

kind of in the DNA
of American media now.

That everything is always

kind of pushing itself
to the edge.

The 20th century and
the 21st century

are the centuries of mass media.

Hearst was
the first media mogul.

He invents the world that,

for better or worse,

we now inhabit.

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