“[T]his is no ordinary scandal: It is an existential
crisis, one that threatens the survival of a financially beleaguered organization
that had already spent years struggling with the problem of Mr. Levine’s
declining health….If the number of accusers continues to grow, it will appear
increasingly likely that others, at the Met and elsewhere, knew more about Mr.
Levine’s alleged behavior than has previously been acknowledged. Should this
prove to be the case, then the poison will have spread beyond a single individual
to the institution as a whole.”— Terry Teachout, “The Levine Cataclysm,’ The Wall Street Journal, Dec. 6, 2017
As far back as freshman year in college in the late
1970s, a classmate nicknamed “Opera Man” passed along to me a bit of gossip
about James Levine, then only a few
years into his lengthy tenure as principal conductor -music director of the Metropolitan Opera.
“He likes boys,” my classmate said, leaving little
doubt, with his lifted eyebrow, exactly what he meant.
This conversation took place in New York. But as far away as Kansas City, around the
same time, the same tidbit made its way to Terry Teachout, the playwright, blogger and longtime Wall Street Journal cultural critic related in a recent column.
Just these two people—one, geographically distant
from the events (Levine), the other, not a part of the maestro’s musical milieu
(me)—are enough to demonstrate that this particular rumor about Levine was, in
the phrase so commonly used now as to become a cliché, an “open secret.”
Over the years, I’d catch sight of Levine—profiled on
American Masters as “America’s
Maestro,” showered with Opera News, George
Peabody, and Grammy Awards, honored by the Kennedy
Center, for God’s sake—and wonder how so many people who must have heard
the same thing I did managed to close their ears and shut their eyes.
And I wondered, after the bonfire of sexual abuse
allegations engulfing and terribly damaging the Roman Catholic Church in 2002: “When
will it be Levine’s turn?”
Well, at long last, it may be now. Reports in The New York Post and The New York Times that Levine has been
accused of sexual misconduct with four youths dating back decades show that the
“Me, Too” phenomenon unleashed in the wake of the Harvey Weinstein scandal has
taken on a whole different dimension.
Some wags have employed the term “maestrobation” to
describe one of the particular activities supposedly engaged in by Levine. The
surprise of the new word might be funny, except that what is being described is
sexual assault that leaves long-lasting psychological damage. And the financial
cost to ameliorate such damage, as the Roman Catholic Church has discovered, ends
up being borne not just by perpetrators but by the organizations that abetted the
abuse.
As Teachout points out in the characteristically
trenchant column I cited above, the Met itself stands in mortal danger if the
investigation by the outside law firm Proskauer Rose turns up evidence that the
institution either covered up or turned a blind eye to Levine’s alleged crimes.
I’m not just talking about other musical festivals
and organizations that the globetrotting maestro visited, such as the Boston
Symphony Orchestra (BSO), the Munich Philharmonic and the Ravinia Festival in
Illinois.
(When he was 12, according to Ben Miller in an article for VAN Magazine, his father--a BSO cellist--and mother told him about the "serious rumors" whirling around Levine already, and warned him "never to be alone in a room" with the conductor and even to "walk the other way if I saw him coming." As for Ravinia, it was, in effect, ground zero
for the charges: abuse of a 16-year-old that allegedly took place in 1986— an accusation reported last year. For once, someone—in this
case, the Lake Forest Police Department in Illinois—actually pressed hard to
investigate Levine. That department has now announced that it will not pursue charges
because the teen involved was of the age of consent at the time.)
No, smaller institutions may also be gulping and
sweating now. Each summer, classical music, theater, and dance companies around
the country train in their craft thousands of talented youngsters. The
incentives to these companies are obvious: creating a talent pipeline for
tomorrow’s artists, gaining a source of cheap, short-term labor, and attracting
funding from foundations that will pay for this educational outreach. The advantage to
teens is even stronger: a much-needed
experience that can help them better themselves and develop a support
network.
But such summer internships could also prove a nightmare for parents who
leave their talented children, craving affirmation, in places where they can
get it, all right—at the hands of cunning sexual users who can appear as
mentors even as they camouflage their true intentions.
These young people are in their way every bit as
vulnerable as the children of at-risk families who seemed to be the special targets
of many pedophile priests. Yes, their talents make them special, but also
isolate them from peers.
In commitment to craft and willingness to abide
significant aches and pains, a ballet dancer, for instance, can be just as
athletic as a football player, but unlikely to receive the adulation accorded
to gridiron stars. She is all too open to someone who can give that attention.
All of this can happen in environments where alcohol
can soften defenses and where family and friends are hundreds, even thousands,
of miles away.
The opportunities for exploitation are considerable,
and Levine is not the only charismatic adult in the cultural world who may have done so. Last week, The New York Times also
reported that Israel Horovitz, the
playwright and longtime artistic director of the Gloucester Stage Company, has
been accused by nine women of sexual assault and misconduct.
If the allegations are true, Levine and Horovitz went beyond the deference often granted artists to something more akin
to droit du seigneur, the customary
right of a feudal lord to have his way with a vassal's bride on her wedding
night—in modern terms, taking advantage of their positions to sexually surprise confused
teens.
They share something else in common, too, if their
accusers are to be believed: an icy coldness when the fun and games are over. When Chris Brown, who said he surrendered to Levine's advances as a
17-year-old at Michigan’s Meadow Brook School of Music in 1968, told the up-and-coming maestro
that he would not repeat the experience, Levine ignored this former favorite
for the rest of the summer. Similarly, when
an aspiring actress protested after Horovitz put his tongue in her mouth during
rehearsals, the director would put in an understudy and replace her with another cast
member.
The Met has already been skating on thin financial
ice for a while, forcing general manager Peter Gelb into a nasty labor dispute
with its orchestra and chorus two years ago. (See James B. Stewart’s article in The New Yorker about this
troubled time.)
An adverse report from Proskauer Rose about the organization's dealings with Levine may not only trigger costly lawsuits but an exodus of faithful members and donors. A smaller institution may have even fewer means of survival--particularly if it has to answer questions, as The Met surely will now, about why they didn't do the necessary due diligence and investigate a star administrator or performer before offering him a generous contract.
An adverse report from Proskauer Rose about the organization's dealings with Levine may not only trigger costly lawsuits but an exodus of faithful members and donors. A smaller institution may have even fewer means of survival--particularly if it has to answer questions, as The Met surely will now, about why they didn't do the necessary due diligence and investigate a star administrator or performer before offering him a generous contract.
The 74-year-old Levine, who has already suffered
from health problems for the last several years, may now, as a result of the
scandal, have conducted his last performance at The Met and the other
institutions where he worked, as virtually all have either suspended or completely cut ties with him.
But even as his presence fades, the questions posed by his case and other errant artistic leaders across the country will persist. Administrators of the arts and their trustees will have to honestly and painfully review their past actions to see what went wrong--and implement new procedures to ensure past mistakes aren't repeated.
But even as his presence fades, the questions posed by his case and other errant artistic leaders across the country will persist. Administrators of the arts and their trustees will have to honestly and painfully review their past actions to see what went wrong--and implement new procedures to ensure past mistakes aren't repeated.
"All professions are conspiracies against the laity," George Bernard Shaw wrote in The Doctor's Dilemma. Acolytes of the arts have, unknown to much of the public, been experiencing their own loss of faith because of the profession's "priesthood." For that reason, the American arts community, already facing adverse forces in the
Trump administration, may now have to weather a storm whose ominous clouds they
had ignored for far too long.
(The accompanying Flickr photo of James Levine at
the Metropolitan Opera House was taken Dec. 21, 2013, by Ralph Daily.)
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