Since the EmmyÂ® Awards came into existence in 1949, they had never been postponed or canceled until 2001. In that year it happened twice.
I was elected Chairman/CEO of the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences in August 2001, almost a month to the day before 9/11.Â The EmmyÂ® broadcast was scheduled for September 16th of that year.
This meant that the first big decision on my watch was whether it was possible â€” five days after the worst act of terrorism in history â€” to imagine a walk down the red carpet with Hollywood celebs. Clearly, it wasn’t.
As everyone re-plays the “Where were you?” moment that the horrific events became for all of us, my own memories combine the moral outrage at such a hideous act of mass murder with the POV of show business struggling to cope with this new reality of terrorism.Â It was a terrible time for the nation, one that I still think about often, and the most challenging professional moment in my career.
Must the Show Go On?
When my running partner and I saw my wife, Jackie, driving up to find me on the morning of September 11th, I knew that something bad had to have happened. My first thought was that one of my children had been hurt. Instead, she told us to get in the car, that planes had crashed into the World Trade Center towers in New York. America was at warâ€¦ with somebody.
At home my family huddled in front of the TV while we all watched, like everyone else in the nation. I remember feeling that life had just gotten so much more dangerous and complicated.
At the same time, I was also on the phone with the team from the TV Academy and our network sponsors at CBS. During the phone tag interaction, it was clear that this event was going to impact the EmmysÂ® strongly. Even the idea that they might not happen at all was on the table immediately. I asked if there had ever been a year when they had not taken place. The answer was no. That Tuesday afternoon, after more phone calls and meetings, there was unanimous support to cancel the upcoming show on Sunday.
This would have an incredible financial impact on both CBS and the Academy, but no one at this point even cared. We confirmed that decision to the media with the caveat that there was yet no clarity as to when the ceremony would be re-scheduled. After all, the death toll was mounting in New York, Washington and Pennsylvania. Nothing seemed to matter but that. Certainly not a TV show where celebrities dressed up and gave each other awards.
Things were complicated at the Academy by the fact that, although I had just been elected a month earlier, I was not scheduled to officially take office until October 1. So my predecessor Meryl Marshall-Daniels, the Academy executive director Jim Chabin and I went to CBS as a team the next day to talk it out with Les Moonves and his people. Two dates were on the table â€” the only times that the Shrine Auditorium could be rented again â€” September 24 and October 7. The network side tended to favor September 24 because the EmmysÂ® have always been like a starting gun for the fall season. The Academy side tended to favor October 7 because the passions of the moment made it seem inconceivable that anyone would be ready for a red carpet in less than two weeks.
In the end, after both sides canvassed the likely attendees, we realized that September 24 would have too many no-shows. October 7 became the date by default. There had also been debate about giving up and not doing them at all. While we all felt while that would have been an easy decision, we came to believe that waiting almost a month after the attacks felt like it would work.
Fate had other ideas.
Making It Up Day-by-Day
In the weeks to come, as the nation struggled to find its footing, we were urged as a people to get back to whatever it was we did before 9/11 because, if we didn’t, then “the terrorists win.”Â I remember an editorial cartoon of Osama bin Laden in his cave cursing the fact that we re-scheduled the EmmysÂ® and explaining to an underling that this was a defeat for terrorism. If only it were that simple.
I did so much media in that time period that it still seems like a dream. The Los AngelesÂ TimesÂ called me “the Ari Fleischer of the entertainment industry,” a comparison to Bush’s press secretary that felt like more of a compliment at the time than it would later seem.Â All I know is that during those nearly 60 days, I woke up every morning and put on a tie and drove into town to face whatever challenge was coming up.Â I’d been a CNN correspondent and a local TV news reporter before I became a Hollywood writer/producer, but in those news incarnations I was always the one asking the questions. This time I was answering them as best I could.
On October 7th,Â the Sunday morning when the 53rd EmmyÂ® Awards had been re-scheduled to air, I was lacing up my shoes for another run to shake off the nerves that come with knowing you will be speaking before 6,000 people in an audience and 90 million others on their TV sets. But my phone rang and a friend said, “Turn on your TV.”
That day was the beginning of the invasion of Afghanistan. So not only did the terrorists not care about show business, neither did the White House. I immediately called CBS’s Moonves who was on the golf course that morning, and we both began again to canvass our respective constituencies. Never had either of us had so little time and so few facts to make such an important decision. What we both found out in short order is that if we went ahead with the EmmysÂ® that night we’d have a lot of empty seats. Most actors, producers and writers were concerned about the news and wanted to be home with their families.
We canceled the EmmyÂ® Awards a second time.
The global media was already assembled at the Shrine and Moonves, producer Don Mischer and I ended up facing them at an impromptu news conference. Limos were turned around, make-up artists sent home, and the stage-lights turned off. Three-thousand gourmet dinners, already bought and paid for, were donated to the homeless shelters that day in an act of charity that felt like it matched the national mood that still prevailed — the one that said we were all in this together.
The next day, I appeared on Politically IncorrectÂ with a Muslim activist and Joan Rivers and had Bill Maher berate me for not having the guts to just go through with the show. Maher was on a Â tear at the time, having just gotten in hot water for saying it was “cowardly” to lob cruise missiles at terrorists in comparison to the courage it must have taken them to commit suicide in an airliner bomb. But the truth is, he was just as wrong about the EmmysÂ®. At such a sensitive time, it made no sense to throw a party that nobody wanted to come to. Had we done the Emmys the night America went to war to avenge 9/11, it might have dealt a fatal blow to the ceremony, making those of us behind it look hopelessly out of touch.
Every night for those two months my mind raced as I fell asleep. For better or worse, a national media that was on fire to cover the sidebars of 9/11 found the EmmyÂ® postponements to be the perfect example of the Hollywood impact. The whole world, it turned out now, was watching. We had to get it right.
That was the question of the moment. Given two postponements, was it time to just admit defeat and say that 2001 was going to be the year the EmmysÂ® never happened? The one year in the record books with the asterisk by it?
Do the Right Thing: Whatever That Is
There were voices that argued that the whole thing had gotten out of hand. They had a point. Even as the leader of the TV Academy, it seemed obvious to me that no awards show really is worthy of the kind of attention this one was getting. That realization was also the answer. This wasn’t about an awards show any more. And even though none of us could 100 percent put our finger on what it was all about, we knew it had to happen.
We picked a new date, a month away, November 4th. We would do these EmmysÂ® on that day even if no one came. I started telling reporters that if nobody showed up, I would stick all the EmmyÂ® statuettes in a rented Suburban and drive them from house to house and give them to the winners.
The reality of those turbulent days was trying to define what was “appropriate” and what “tone” meant in an entertainment landscape reeling from the impact the attacks had on its on-air and in-theater product. During this time, there was a constant daily drill to talk to as many people as possible â€” Academy governors, network executives, rank-and-file showbiz types and reporters â€” all to gauge what the way forward should be. My constant companion during this period was my wife â€” we’d met back when we were both TV reporters â€” and she drove me everywhere so I could work the phone, test out talking points with her, and stay on top of events that seemed to break hourly.
Many adjustments were made. One key change was downgrading the dress code from formal, ditching the evening gowns and tuxedos in favor of business attire. We re-named the Governor’s Ball the “Unity Ball” and and asked all the studios and networks to cancel their own parties. The idea was that everyone stay together and hang out as a community for the evening, rather than breaking up for separate events.
After two no-shows, we lost the Shrine Auditorium over a scheduling conflict. Moonves and I discussed doing the EmmysÂ® in a military hangar up near Oxnard where service men and women scheduled to ship out to Afghanistan could sit with celebrities. We got a lot of pushback from agents, managers and celebrities and it never happened. Two showrunners called me personally to say that if we went ahead with this plan they would not come even though they were nominated. Although national unity was very much on people’s minds, there just wasn’t a desire to mix it up in this way. So we picked the more traditional venue of the smaller Shubert Theater in Century City and made do.
Security was beefed up as never before with snipers on roofs, metal detectors and a massive police presence. It was no exaggeration when I told the press that people who attended the EmmysÂ® would be safer in the theater that night than they would in their own bathtub.
For weeks, I’d been discussing these precautions with our security team and had made a point in interviews that there would be no sneaking in and no exceptions. Then, on the way in that day, I discovered I’d left my own tickets at home. We had to turn around and go get them â€” all the way back to the Conejo Valley, adding another forty minutes to our trip.
We didn’t just lose the Shrine Auditorium during our on-again-off-again ceremony. We also lost our producer, Don Mischer, who had to leave to produce the opening ceremonies of the Winter Olympics that were coming up. We also lost our script in that after each postponement it had to be ripped up and started over because the mood of the country and of Hollywood was changing day-by-day.
A good example is the Saturday Night LiveÂ when Mayor Giuliani appeared and said it was okay to be funny again. We figured that if the Mayor of New York City was giving us the thumbs up to make people laugh again, we should take his advice.
A Night to Remember
The November 4th telecast was funnier than the September 16th broadcast could ever have been and funnier than we would have allowed the October 7th broadcast to be. Remember host Ellen DeGeneres welcoming us to the 53rd, 54th and 55th EmmyÂ® Awards, then casting herself as the Taliban’s worst nightmare, wondering if there was anything that could bug them more than a lesbian woman in a pantsuit surrounded by Jews?
Her tone was perfect and her timing spot on. Â I loved it when she said of the terrorists who had attacked us just two months earlier: “They can’t take away our creativity, our striving for excellence, our joy,” she said. “Only network executives can do that.”
Traditionally, the Academy chairman speaks for a couple of minutes and, charitably, it’s not a show highlight. But on the 9/11 EmmysÂ® I felt a higher standard, amplified by the fact that I was the first writer to hold the position since Rod Serling. I wrote my own speech for that night, including:
Terrorism doesn’t stop with shattered glass and shattered lives. It aims to crush the spirit of the survivors. To have given up (on the EmmysÂ®) would have been more than a postponement or a cancellation, it would have been a defeat. That’s because for 52 years previously â€” through war and peace, through assassinations and civil unrest â€” the EmmysÂ® have been awarded on television. Like baseball and Broadway, we are an American tradition. Especially in such challenging times, these cultural touchstones become important. Many millions of viewers from more than 90 different nations are watching tonight. They see us exercising our freedom to assemble, and proclaiming that fundamental ideal that inspires all artists, freedom of expression.
I honestly don’t recall the details about the winners and losers that night, the kind of stuff you’d ordinarily focus on. I do remember that Eric McCormack won his first Emmy, and how I was glad we’d waited and still done the show, because he and the other winners deserved their moments.
But mostly I remember watching the audience as Phil Driscoll’s trumpet solo of “God Bless America” opened the show and, later, as Barbara Streisand’s “You’ll Never Walk Alone” ended it, and seeing people with tears in their eyes, squeezing hands with their significant others.Â Producer Gary Smith felt that if we opened and closed with the proper emotionality that viewers would cut us the slack to do a more traditional show in-between. He was right.
Finally, there’s the memory of being interviewed on The Today Show a few days before the show actually aired. Matt Lauer asked if it bothered me that the Emmys had ended up programmed against the seventh game of an incredibly exciting World Series between the New York Yankees and the Arizona Diamondbacks â€” pointing out that we were likely to get creamed in the ratings. I wasn’t at all bothered, I told him.
As it turned out, the EmmysÂ® and the World Series were two live events that were going on in the United States on the same night less than two months after 9/11. They were the proof we were looking for that life could go on.
An edited version of this essay first appeared atÂ The Wrap. Photos provided courtesy of Mathew Imaging (Craig Mathew). Â