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One cannot imagine my temporary relief and inner peace, not having to hear
Hillary’s hectoring voice, giving us lectures on social justice, equality, racism,
bigotry, and white privilege, while banking billions of other people’s
money.
Her voice reminded me of Elena Ceausescu, the “mother,” co-creator and
conspirator of our communist misery and exploitation we had to endure for
decades. She and her husband brought an entire nation to its knees with a Stalinist
police state that was state of the art at the time.
On a really cold day like today, 22 degrees Fahrenheit, I remember my gloveless fingers turning red in the frigid air but holding on tight to my precious loaf of bread called "franzela." I had waited in line for a long time to buy it and nobody let me ahead of the line because I was a child, it was a fight for survival.
No crayons, coloring books, or puppies to comfort and shield me from the
harsh reality. I was fighting, in a small way, for our daily existence. There
was no safe space for me to crawl into except my mother’s arms. And she was too
busy to give hugs to her scared and cold little girl who did not understand
that other people, in faraway lands, lived much better lives even in their
darkest days. There was no time or place for pampering, we had to become
hardened and learn fast how to survive.
We did not need a “safe space” from reality, reality was surrounding and suffocating
us, there was no other place to go. If we had the easy and coddled life of
precious American snowflakes, full of awards, rewards, and undeserved and
unearned praises, we would have never wanted to escape to an imagined “safe
space.”
As a six-year old, if I did not lose the money along the way, and if I
found bread at the communist corner store, I ate a good portion of the crust on
the way home, knowing that mom would be mad and there would be consequences. But
I was so hungry and the loaf was still warm from the oven. That loaf of bread
had to last a few days with mom’s soup made from bones bought at the communist
butcher shop and stripped bare of any meat. We were only entitled to 2.5 kg of
meat per month, with rationing cards.
Look around you, at the abundant grocery stores, your warm homes, with water, electricity, natural gas, stove, microwave, dishwasher, refrigerator, and plenty of food. You have indoor plumbing, bathrooms, a washing machine, the latest devices money can buy, TV, a myriad of channels for entertainment, warm clothes, multiple pairs of shoes, a warm bed, and lots of books and toys.
What are you really missing in your lives, in your standard of living? Who
is exploiting you and controlling your minds? Your college professors and
community organizers are filling your minds with imagined racism, bigotry, and
intolerance you harp about non-stop, while looting and destroying other people’s
property in the process of demonstrating your lunacy. Count your blessings
before you wish for socialism and communism!
When I first started teaching full time in the 80s at a preparatory school
for college in the south, I used to tell my classes stories of what life was
like under socialism/communism; it was not the failed multicultural socialism
you admire in western Europe. It was the socialism in Eastern Europe, behind
the Iron Curtain.
When students asked questions, I told them frankly how it felt to be
exploited by communism, to have your spirit destroyed, to be kept hungry, cold,
and without hope for any future; what it was like to be stripped of all personal
possessions, land, home, and individuality, to be stuck in tiny cinder block
apartments, to be jailed because you had something extra in your home that was
not reported to the all-mighty Communist Party that had every right to
confiscate what you owned and distribute it amongst themselves as a reward for
their “purity of Marxist thought.” And there was no law or justice to protect
and defend us. And we had no guns because they had been confiscated as well.
When students joked, “yeah, you had to walk uphill barefoot in the snow to
get to school,” I realized quickly that students had been so thoroughly
brainwashed that they laughed and giggled at my stories, so I stopped telling
them anything. The reality of the cruel communist life was just a joke to them.
It was impossible to educate people who had been so methodically programmed
by their activist socialist teachers before me. Logic would have dictated that
they would have asked themselves, if socialism was so great, why were all these
people leaving their countries and their loved ones behind, everything they’ve
ever known and loved, often at great risk if they defected, to come to the
United States, to the west? And why are not Americans flocking to move to the
then USSR, Cuba, China, or North Korea, their utopian paradise?
Why are all these “refugees” from the Middle East coming to the United
States, into small and conservative communities around the country, if we are
such a racist, intolerant, and bigoted country? Do they enjoy our generous
welfare system offered to them on a silver platter, a ridiculous system that
does not require anything of them in return, not even assimilation?
If you don’t fight to preserve your country, if you don’t stop listening to
the brainwashing from schools and the MSM, how long is it going to be, young
know-it-alls, before these “refugees” colonize you and your “social justice”
narrative? They are already on their way colonizing and Islamizing Europe.
Beautiful, Ileana. Just finishing the book, Assignment in Utopia by Eugene Lyons. His story includes tales of liberals who did in fact bail out of the USA to get to the USSR, their perceived heaven on earth. After arriving and getting a big dose of the reality you describe, they were desperate to come home.
ReplyDeleteAnother book I plan to read next is Winter in Moscow by Malcolm Muggeridge. This author was an English journalist and a member of the Fabian Society, a socialist to the core, until his visit to Russia.
What he saw there changed him completely. When he got back to England, he dropped his Fabian membership and became a Catholic.
A reader posted an interesting comment to my story in Canada Free Press. He talks about the Finns who were convinced to renounce their U.S. citizenship in order to move to the USSR. His story is most compelling.
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