Chris Bolan | A Secret Love / 2020

the joy of being different

by Douglas Messerli

 

Chris Bolan, Alexa L. Fogel, and Brendan Mason (screenplay), Chris Bolan (director) A Secret Love / 2020

 

It was a beautiful and also an incredibly sad experience today to watch Chris Bolan’s documentary about his great aunt, Terry Donahue, and her life-time lesbian partner Pat Henschel, A Secret Love, the title based on the famous Doris Day song from 1953:

Once I had a secret love,

That lived within the heart of me

All too soon my secret love,

Became impatient to be free

 

So I told a friendly star,

The way that dreamers often do

Just how wonderful you are,

And why I'm so in love with you

 

Now, I shout it from the highest hills

Even told the golden daffodils

At last my hearts an open door,

And my secret love's

No secret anymore.

 

     The long love between this couple, eventually lasting 70 years, is certainly beautiful, as well as their numerous memories, many amazingly caught on camera, of their long-term relationship, documented, in part, because the Canadian-born Terry was recruited to become a catcher on the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League created by Philip K. Wrigley (the heir to the William Wrigley, Jr.’s fortune) and Pat’s involvement in playing hockey—an important World War II event that has been now highly archived and represented in Penny Marshall’s movie A League of Their Own. 

      As critic Tomris Laffly noted:

 

            Gay character didn’t openly make an appearance in…Marshall’s

            celebrated feminist sports film…but there obviously were lesbian

            players in the league, as well as same-sex couples buried within

            the depths of the stories that helped inspired the film.

 

      Someday, we might even get a revelation of how many male sports players also were involved in gay relationships; but that will, sadly, still take years given the ridiculous macho of male sport activities.

      When the two women met, while playing hockey, it was immediate love, and they soon after moved to Chicago, where the couple lived for many years.

      Yet the literal facts of their relationship—although through the clips we are shown it was obviously charming as on the beach and in bed they lovingly enjoyed one another—is not as important as how they were forced to live their lives in the late 1940s and the 1950s in which they, in the closet, hidden away from prying eyes.

      Under mayor Richard J. Dailey’s governance not only were lesbian bars often raided, but women who were wearing anything that might appear to be male clothing—a pair of pants with a zipper or a seemingly male buttoned shirt—were targeted and sent to the paddy wagons for arrest.

And this couple, both with green cards given their Canadian nationalities, were terrified they might be sent home where they might not find any acceptance.

      Even the members of the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League were required to wear high skirts and forced to attend “charm schools” to teach them how to be more feminine. Coming out to families often meant complete shunning and even arrestment.

    Despite Terry and Pat’s intense relationship, they determined to hide it, calling themselves, depending upon the circumstances, simply close friends or “cousins.”

      They found themselves a nice house in Chicago where the landlord perceived them to be perfect tenants, but they were forced to hide their own emotions while they daily worked for the same interior design company, refusing to even go out to the bars.

     They found acceptance by attending house parties, often with gay male friends, dancing, costuming, and generally enjoying their lives behind closed doors. These women’s closest friends, it appears in this fascinating film, were gay male couples, a true early example of the coalition between gays and lesbians, and a lovely testament to the beginnings of the LGBTQ community, all of whom found themselves outsiders in a world for simply being “different,” a quality that these two lesbian lovers proclaim as helping them to survive almost as a reward to their hidden lives.

     Is it any wonder then, that as they grow older and begin discovering health problems, that Pat, in particular—clearly the more the dominant and dour of the two—was resistant to leaving the home that they now realized they must in order to survive.

     Fortunately, Terry has a loving family back in Canada, particularly her truly beloved niece Diana, of whom Pat seems almost somewhat jealous. And Terry’s father, despite her mother’s far more close-minded values, seems quite open to her friendship with Pat, even to the point of wanting to adopt her as another daughter.

      Diana and her family members, once the couple have finally, in old age, outed themselves to the niece, wanted them to return to Edmonton, where she and her accepting husband attempted to find them a good assisted-living home. Yet Pat resisted, and the two returned to Chicago.

      As Terry developed serious problems with Parkinson’s Disease, Diana finally realized that she had to intrude, coming south to the US to break down, in a quite dramatic way, Pat’s resistance to any shift in their lives.

      In fact, this is not as much a film about lesbian lovers as it is about what happens to LGBTQ couples as age descends upon them. And, in this sense, this film nearly devastated me, quickly realizing that Howard and I might soon be facing the same difficulties. We would like to remain at home, but will that, as we begin to suffer deeper health problems, even be possible?

     Like this couple faced with the same questions, where might we go? Will we even be accepted as a couple in such elder facilities, particularly when these were of the same age of those who did not accept us when we were younger?

     Thanks to Terry’s niece’s kind intervention in their lives, they do find a quite expensive (about $7,000 each month) assisted living space nearby to their Chicago home. Their having to select and pack up their loved home treasures is itself a painful episode in this short documentary. What chair, lamp, painting, photographic collection does one want to carry with one on their journey surely into death?

     By the time they finally reach their new destination, where they fortunately do get along with the other neighbors and become lovingly adjusted to their new location, Pat is also suffering, and the woman she has so long nursed must now care for her. But here, finally, they commit to their relationship through marriage, with many of their gay friends and family members in attendance.

      Ultimately, they both realize that they need to be closer to Terry’s loving family, moving to a care-home near Edmonton, where Terry dies with Pat still apparently surviving. Evidently, Pat grew closer to Diana and Terry’s family after the death.

      This film, for me, was a bit like looking into a mirror of Howard’s and mine own futures. I had just the day before proclaimed in my “Advance Health Care Directive Kit” that I wanted to die at home. But, obviously, few get to do that. And what, after all, is home?

       For lesbian, gay, bi-sexual, transgender, and other queer folk that is a question, as this lovely work reveals, that isn’t easily resolved.

 

Los Angeles, May 6, 2020

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (May 2020).