Before there was Jack Bauer, there was John Wayne.
There is arguably no more enduring conservative pop cultural icon than the star of numerous Hollywood Westerns, affectionately known as “The Duke,” so naturally swaggering GOP presidential nominee Donald Trump is crowing about his endorsement from the late film star’s family on Tuesday.
Besides being an Iowa native, Wayne’s on-screen persona (and to some degree, his off-screen persona) has come to represent so many facets of the American aesthetic that conservative voters find appealing. He is fondly remembered by fans as a “man’s man,” a hyper-masculine figure whose characters often had a contempt for due process, a kind of grim embrace of isolationism, a staunch preference for established gender roles and some profound cultural insensitivity (to put it kindly) when it came to issues of race.
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While Wayne has managed to rank among the most beloved American actors decades after his death, his appeal is largely generational. After all, Wayne allegedly considered Clint Eastwood, now 85, a young buck who was trying to usurp his place as the premiere conservative cowboy in Hollywood. Demographically, Wayne is the ranking favorite movie star of white men aged 69 or older with a high school diploma or less — a slice of electorate that has shown a considerable affinity for Trump.
Wayne built up his tough guy bonafides by beating up countless (and usually nameless) natives on-screen, and by supporting reactionary bodies like the House Committee on Un-American Activities and the John Birch Society (albeit temporarily) off-screen. Like many modern conservatives, who are riled by social upheavals brought about by the gay rights and Black Lives Matter movements, Wayne was a stubborn bulwark against the more progressive filmmakers and stars that began to take over Hollywood in the late 1960s and early ’70s. In fact, in 1968, segregationist George Wallace even considered him as a potential running mate for his third party presidential bid, but Wayne demurred.
That same year he made an unabashedly pro-Vietnam film just as opposition to that war was about to go mainstream. That film, “The Green Berets,” now serves as a surreal time capsule of ineptitude, but it did little to detract from the Wayne mystique. Nor did his infamously slurred address to a gathering of young Republicans in the late ’70s, during which he trashed student activists. Conservative fans of Wayne never quote his controversial 1971 interview with Playboy in which he declared, “I believe in white supremacy, until the blacks are educated to a point of responsibility.” In that same interview, he said, “I’d like to know why well-educated idiots keep apologizing for lazy and complaining people who think the world owes them a living. I’d like to know why they make excuses for cowards who spit in the faces of the police and then run behind the judicial sob sisters. I can’t understand these people who carry placards to save the life of some criminal, yet have no thought for the innocent victim.”
Wayne also displayed little sympathy for the Native Americans he was routinely portrayed slaughtering in the movies. “I don’t feel we did wrong in taking this great country away from them. There were great numbers of people who needed new land … and the Indians were selfishly trying to keep it for themselves,” he once argued.
And yet, Wayne has an undeniable cinematic cool — the same kind of simple, inelegant appeal that Trump has employed to woo voters since last summer. As Buzzfeed’s Anne Helen Petersen aptly described Wayne last fall: “He’s like the racist grandpa that millions of Americans nevertheless acknowledge as their own; he’s the embarrassing tear in your eye when you root for America in the Olympics or watch a good Chevy commercial.”








