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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1990
Steinhardt holds one of his plays.
with a customs inspector. The
inspector wants to know
whether they have any per-
sonal valuables to declare.
However, they do not unders-
tand English and stand there
confused.
"You ask (in Yiddish)
whether they have any per-
sonal valuables to declare,
such as rings, diamonds, or
jewelry?
"The immigrants unders-
tand. Without a moment's
hesitation, they pull up their
sleeves and show the tattooed
numbers on their forearms.
`We are from Auschwitz. We
have nothing to declare but
our lives. That's all we have
saved and we are thankful for
that.'
"The customs inspector is
deeply touched. 'Hearing
about what these people went
through overseas is one thing,
but seeing them here is
another,' he remarks."
In the late 1940s and early
1950s, Mr. Steinhardt began
tasting small bits of success.
His radio drama, "No One
Walks Alone," a European
pre-Holocaust story, aired on
Radio Jerusalem. Another
script, "The Voice of the Bell,"
was bought by the Citizen's
Committee for Displaced Per-
sons and recorded on an
album for sale in the United
States. Other plays based on
his experience with Europe's
displaced persons were sold in
Europe and performed there.
In 1952, following the death
of his wife and with no hope
in sight for a U.S. production
of any of his plays, Mr.
Steinhardt prepared to leave
New York and return to
Detroit. "If you don't have
connections in New York," ME
Steinhardt says, "you might
as well be dead."
Before
leaving,
Mr.
Steinhardt took his Sons of
Men, which had gathered
dust on his agent's desk, and
shopped it around town. He
struck gold at NBC.
The head play reader
"looked at me, and he didn't
want to bother (reading the
play). I can't blame him
because most plays are trivial
and you waste your time. So
I looked at him and I said,
`You don't have to eat a whole
apple to know that it's rotten.'
"He looked at me quizzical-
ly and said, 'All right, I'll take
it.' Then two weeks later he
called me and said, 'It's the
finest play that's come across
my desk.' "
By the time the play aired
on NBC — a one-time perfor-
mance on live TV — Mr.
Steinhardt was in Detroit.
Unfortunately, his chief
memory of that success, aside
from the sale, is what he con-
siders his scant reward.
"They gypped me on the
money. Only gave me $500.
Someone else would've gotten
$3,500."
The play, which deals with
New York policemen, receiv-
ed some good reviews, in-
cluding this notice from ac-
tor/writer Peter Ustinov, who
called the play "a turbulent
slice of Ameiican life which is
both photographically au-
thentic and yet aspires suc-
cessfully to be artistic. It is a
high compliment when I say
that it purged me of any
youthful desire to be either a
delinquent or a policeman."
In Detroit, Mr. Steinhardt
worked as a salesman for
Real Estate One for 15 years.
He also owned the Little Book
Shop in Detroit. He calls that
experience "very fascinating.
"If it hadn't been for the
books . . . I would've gone
crazy." When Mr. Steinhardt
closed his shop, he took his
unsold books home and
started his mailorder
business. Hundreds of books
still fill his basement.
Only
one
of Mr.
Steinhardt's plays has been
produced locally. A Star in
Heaven was staged at the