There is always the unexpected in life.
Some unexpected events of the past seem ancient, others as if they happened only yesterday.
I never thought that the Marxist scourage of our time, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics would ever come tumbling down in my life time. The Russian Empire could not exist without its dictatorship…..without its complete control over thought and talk. For seventy years its people had been forced to be equally poor, bored, isolated and fearful.
Nor did I ever even dream that this empire, no matter how rotten to the core, would let go of any of its winnings, its vassals of Eastern Europe.
And then it happened, November of 1989. The collapse was swift, and comparitively unbloody. A great moment for decency throughout the world. The Cold War has passed. One combatant had disintegrated from its Marxism.
But the Joy was not to last. The other combatant, our America, experienced a short lived victory to be tarnished with the rise of own brand of Marxism twenty years later with the rise of its one party educational industry, entertainment industry, communications industry which have created America’s first Marxist president, Barack Hussein Obama, paid for by crony capitalists looking for and finding exceptional financial favors for their cronyisms.
Some of the most exciting days of my life were those in the autumn of 1989 when the East German Marxist dictatorship was being challenged by gathering crowds of their enslaved masses, demanding the right to visit relatives, fellow Germans, outside their Marxist prison walls. Would the dictatorship open fire on the unarmed?
There were hints that it wouldn’t. I was certain that the Soviet Union itself could not survive if its important, most aggressive police state ally of Eastern Europe, the “Democratic Peoples Republic of Germany” would collapse peacefully.
The wall was allowed to be breached. Tears fill my eyes remembering those exciting days and their evenings’ events.
In October 1990 I travelled to Rovno in the Ukraine ”Republic” of the Soviet Union for my second tour, having first visited there in the summer of 1966 when it was still a first class Marxist dictatorship……not the meanest variety, however. That would have been during the years of Joseph Stalin terror from 1925 to his death in 1953.
After a week in Rovno, while shaving one morning in Kiev, staring into a mirror, I heard a series of whistles……then some organized shoutings from the streets below my hotel room. More whistles and then the cadence of marching feet and cheering. I rushed to the streets. There was no wall to tear down, but Kiev was emerging from its Soviet shell.
I spent over a week milling around, talking with , listening to brave souls emerging from crowds in the many, many thousands identifying to the public their losses of loved one to the Soviet regimes of police state terror. Sometimes twenty, sometimes many more at the same time would give testimony almost as in chorus, showing pictures of the dead and disappeared, some lone survivors of entire families sent to Siberia. Most were mothers, one following the other who listed the names of their brothers, fathers, grandfathers, uncles who disappeare into the Soviet Marxist nights. During the evenings even in the October rains, they gathered by the many thousands, nearly everyone in tears.listening with profound reverence and polite order to the obituaries of the once loved. and long departed..
Countless tanks could be seen in the distance cordoned off from the masses of mourners. One could see uniformed troops.
They never moved.
A year or two later I spent a few days at Check Point Charlie in Berlin next to a small building which had been turned into a museum of tragedy of those brave souls who attempted to cross over to Free Berlin during these harshest of times under Soviet control. It was a day of tears for every visitor there watching the films, inspecting the devices and tricks used by those who would chance their lives and those who lost trying to cross to the other side of the wall fleeing from the Marxist Democratic Peoples’ Republic of Germany.
Beware of Marxist, dear fellow Americans. KNOW THINE ENEMIES!