Alger Fucking Hiss. Egghead State Department bureaucrat thrown in jail for his fairly tenuous Soviet contacts.* Also Dalton Trumbo, Ring Lardner, Lester Cole and others blacklisted in Hollywood for Communist “sympathies.” Pete Seeger — my musical hero — who was a member of the Communist Party and went to jail for refusing to cooperate with the House Un-American Activities Committee.
Every schmuck who was called before HUAC and stood their ground or didn’t. Every government employee — like my Grandpa Clarence Blau — whose loyalty was questioned for the job they held, a newspaper they subscribed to, a meeting they attended, or a petition they signed. Every American whose FBI file Herbert Hoover created and padded. Everyone who was ever on the receiving end Joseph McCarthy’s or Richard Nixon’s bloviating.
We were terrified of people who read newspapers or sang songs or attended meetings full of other newspaper-readers or song-singers. We made people’s lives miserable and ruined careers based on false and flimsy allegations.
Hell, I’m sort of sorry for the Rosenbergs, even if they were guilty.
Why do I feel bad for the entire spectrum — from pale pink to bright red, from folk singer to spies? Because none — not one — of those individuals stood on stage before a worldwide audience and handed over our country to the Russians.
*According to my Granddaddy Clen, Hiss was framed by Whittiker Chambers. Granddaddy probably had a rip-roaring case of OCD, undiagnosed. He spent much of his adult life gathering files and articles, creating maps and timelines, and filling stacks of 3×5 cards about this conspiracy. This will mean something to approximately 16 living humans.