framed coming and going
by Douglas Messerli
William E. Jones (editor) Tearoom
/ 2007
Some background information about how these tapes came to be made is
surely of interest. The taping arose, in part, from a near hysterical reaction
that arose in June 23, 1962 when Jerrell R. Howell, a Mansfield resident, was
arrested and admitted to killing to young girls whom he had attempted to force
to perform oral sodomy. During interrogations Howell pinned the blame on the
men’s public bathroom near the city’s main square. Found incompetent to stand
trial, Howell soon became a scapegoat for homosexual activity, acts which at
the time were deemed as deviant as child molestation. The result was the
installation of cameras in the public square bathroom as the public outcry
became what critic Roberto Tejada describes as a “media spectacle.”
In the late 1950s and throughout the
1960s, Mansfield was a successful business center with several notable
factories including the Westinghouse Electric Corporation, the Tappan Stove
Company, the AK Steel plant, and the Mansfield Tire and Rubber Company. Many of
these industries closed or left the city in the recession of the 1970s,
resulting in a significant loss of jobs and population, the city sharing the
problems of nearby Cleveland and Columbus, between which it lays. In 1960 the
city’s population was 47,325, similar to its population today of around 47,500.
Fascinated by what he found on this
unedited series of tapes of men and various classes, races, and ages coming
together to have sex, Jones determined to present the footage as part of his
recontextualization of gay historical documents with a minimum of editorial
intervention.
The result is many long moments of utter boredom, but basically a
fascinating document of the comings and goings of workers, businessmen,
vagrants, and even children who visit the public toilet, a great many of them
to engage in sexual activities involving everything from mutual masturbation
and oral sex to anal copulation and simple voyeurism.
These men purposely endangered their reputations and daily lives by
seeking out sex in this Mansfield toilet, many of them apparently with nowhere
else to go, some of them clearly city leaders, perhaps married, and all—handsome
and plain, thin, and corpulent—determined to allow themselves some momentary
pleasure.
By far the vast majority of these men are simply deprived of their
privacy as they can be seen leaving the stalls and urinating back to the
camera, washing up and even peering at their image in the two-way mirror rigged
up for their detection.
But a significant number of individuals have come to the spot of one
thing only, to stand at the urinals and publicly masturbate, some clearly
hoping to be seen through the tiny eye-hole drilled through the closest of the
stalls, or to sit in one of the two stalls hoping for someone to come along
whom they might jack off, suck, or fuck. As Tejada summarizes it:
As the 56 long minutes pass, some of the visitors become familiar, the
nerdy-looking young man, the beefy Italian-looking worker, a brown-suited
businessman. And at moments there are delightful surprises, a thin handsome
figure who darts in to view the scene, a lovely young man who temporarily
engages. And gradually it is the proliferation of such desperately needy men
that begins both to impress and depress the viewer. But in the end it is a sad
parade of gay men and boys, the lives about to be destroyed perhaps because
they have nowhere else to go to find a sexual partner and engage in the
necessary and desired sexual relief.
The spot demonstrates also not only a diverse gathering but men and boys
who in 1962, a time when race relationships were still fraught in small
midwestern cities, who engage in bi-racial sex, where men in suits fuck
t-shirted workers, where the young do not fear sex with their older peers.
Whatever their social and racial attitudes outside of this public toilet,
inside the equal-opportunity desire of sex prevails.
There is one moment with a white man
appears to push a black man into position so that he might fuck him, but there
are also black men who fuck whites. Besuited businessmen allow themselves anal
penetration by day laborers.
When Jones first showed this film in 2006, showings were closed down,
until at one venue at least someone replaced all the men’s cocks with military
missiles, which the censors allowed. The film was shown at the Whitney Biennial
in 2008, and Jones wrote two essays for a book with photographs that mostly has
taken the place of the film itself.
In the end these desperate hurried men, coming and going, where framed
not only by the police detectives lens, but before they even entered the public
venue, their guilt determined by the lure of same sex behavior which little
consideration of what that might have meant behind a hideous crime.
Los Angeles, October 24, 2022
Reprinted by World Cinema Review (October
2022).



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