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Dear delegates,
Welcome to LA, the Capital City of the 21st Century!
All of us here in the City of Angels are proud and honored
to host the Democratic National Convention.
As you probably know, I have been a supporter of the Democratic
party for many years. Why? Because it is the party of ordinary
Americans. It is the party of working parents, like the
ones portrayed by Teri Garr and Richard Dreyfuss in "Close
Encounters of the Third Kind." It is the party of minorities,
like the ones you may remember from "Amistad"
and "The Color Purple." It is the party of people
who were saved from the Nazis, and of those who are attacked
by great white sharks. Most of all, it is the party of the
Greatest Generation, who fought the noblest war ever to
ensure that I would have material for blockbuster films
for years and years.
The Democratic Party is also the party of a great public
servant, a brilliant thinker, an inspiring speaker, a man
unsurpassed in his leadership, and, I am proud to say, a
close personal friend of mine—Bill Clinton. It’s
almost impossible for me to express in words how much I
treasure Bill and Hillary’s friendship, but if it were
a film, it would be called "magical," "awe-inspiring,"
and "a heartwarming masterpiece," and I would
coax Bill to me with a trail of Reese’s Pieces.
I’ve been trying to convince Bill to join us here in
Hollywood for the next act of his career. Which brings me
to the question we’re all asking: Who will live in
the White House after Bill and Hillary, and will he be strong
enough to continue the Clinton policy of inviting Steven
Spielberg to stay in the Lincoln bedroom?
I’m happy to say that with Al Gore and Joe Lieberman
in the White House, Hollywood’s directors, actors,
producers and certain writers will be as welcome as ever
in Washington, DC! Provided their films do not feature gratuitous
sex or violence.
Steven Spielberg
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