Monday, March 30, 2020

Animals Need Social Distancing Too


Corona virus
Photo: WebMD.com
A comedic uncle called today to ask how we are surviving in our lockdown quarantine, if we have food and medicine, if we are lonely, cabin feverish, closer than ever, or ready to kill each other.  

He told us that his son and best friend were coming out of their police-imposed two-week quarantine upon their return flight from a European Union country. The police made sure they went straight home and stayed there for two weeks. In order to provide groceries and medication for his elderly parents, his son could now receive a special travel document within the city presentable to police roadblocks upon request.

My uncle did not seem to be too upset about the lockdown  – having survived decades of totalitarian communism, he was used to road blocks, travel restrictions, curfews, and those aggressive and drunk on their power comrade underlings shouting, “show me the papers.”

We were all used to being told which buildings we could enter, which zones we could access, which stores we could shop in, and which were verboten to the proletariat minions.

We walked slowly past areas out of reach for us, wondering what was behind the tall walls, the wired fences, and behind the fancy closed gates and doors with armed guards in sight, patrolling back and forth with menacing looks.

Even the dollar shops, not the type where items cost a dollar, but those which sold goods in hard currency, German marks and U.S. dollars, had guards posted outside to make sure no unwashed masses made it passed the doors. Merchandise that we could only dream of was on sale for foreign visitors, the communist elites and their cronies, who could own foreign currency without the fear of being jailed or worse.

The city hall was off limits to foreign nationals and it upset foreign visitors greatly that they had so little freedom of movement – they could not wait to go back to their countries like the U.S. where people were allowed to enter any public buildings.

The population learned to despise closed doors and lack of access because it infringed even further on their loss of personal freedom. Few remembered the time during the monarchy when they could have walked freely into any buildings. But when the socialists took power, everything changed and the collective memory disappeared, subjugated to the new socialist indoctrination.

It was bad enough being kept prisoner within the borders of the country, without any possibility of ever escaping to the free world even for a short visit, but to be told that you could not enter certain places in your own country, was much worse.

It’s not that we were envious. We just wanted some freedom of movement, choice, and speech. We could see how the elites lived, where they lived, how they drove personal cars while we walked, took the bus and the train, how they went on lavish vacations, to restaurants that we were not even allowed in, much less afford to dine there on a bare minimum salary.

So, we all learned to despise locked doors and gates, those who locked them and kept us away, and the heavily armed menacing guards who kept us at a safe distance.

To this day, my heart skips a beat when someone wants to see “my papers” and I get angry when I see a closed door or gate to something that taxpayers like me have paid for to develop, i.e. a park, a museum, a forest, a memorial, and a famous landmark maintained with taxpayer money.

The huge national forest nearby was closed. Sixteen thousand acres of thick woods with endless trails, waterfalls, and creeks seemed like a good place to get away from people and keep a safe distance from human contact and potential spread of the Corona virus, but the benevolent bureaucrats who care so much about our health thought otherwise and locked us out. After all, it is for our own good, for the collective good.

Even the boardwalk over the swamp was closed as well, perhaps animals, birds, fish, turtles, beavers, and snakes need six feet of “social distancing” too.  One young man, ignoring the locked gate, had jumped the fence and was walking alone on the boardwalk, enjoying the serenity and sounds of nature. Nobody was going to keep this guy away from nature, not even a locked gate.

Do we really understand that quarantine was designed to restrict the movements of the sick or the potentially sick while the movements of the healthy are being restricted by bureaucratic authoritarianism?

It is very difficult to discern facts from misinformation coming from the global and national main stream media, various government entities, and individuals in positions of power, so ordinary and confused citizens imagine biological, economic, and psychological warfare coming from China in partnership with international communists/globalists and the domestic segments of both knowledgeable and ignorant “resistance,” the one that never stopped trying to get rid of the duly-elected President Trump.

After ruminating over the locked gates, we went back home to start our third week of government-imposed “lockdown/social distancing.” I don’t know why but the feelings of dread I had under the socialist regime decades ago enveloped me again and hung like a heavy cloak.







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Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Lessons Learned from The Chinese Wuhan Virus Global Crisis


 What are my lessons learned from the Chinese Wuhan virus global crisis and “pandemic?”

I live in Reality Ville and know the face of communism and forced collectivism. I’ve stood in food lines, toilet paper lines, and other essentials’ lines every day in the first twenty years of my life. The number one lesson I learned today is that globalism is EVIL.

Globalism does not serve the interest of our country; it serves the interests of like-minded globalists invested heavily in cheap labor in China and profits at all costs. Globalism, no matter what professors tell their students, does not serve the interests of the average American citizen who has no idea that 90 percent of his/her prescription drugs and OTC drugs are made in China, a hostile communist nation.

Economically speaking, it is not a good idea to allow a potential enemy to produce items for key industries needed for survival of our children and grandchildren. Our nation cannot defend itself in case of attacks, whether military or viral ones, if its key industries’ production depends on a potential enemy.

I learned that we should bring our drug manufacturing and other key industries back to America as soon as possible and we should lobby Congress to pass legislation to make that happen. And if they should object, then the Executive Order pen must be used.

I learned from this Chinese Wuhan Virus crisis that nationalism is necessary if we are to survive. I learned how fragile we really are in the 21st century despite our technology or perhaps because of it.

I learned from this Chinese Wuhan Virus crisis that our President Trump was right about China all along and was correct in promoting incentives to industries to return to America.

I learned that we should never trust the communist government of China. This misplaced trust in a communist country is now lethal to our economy.

I also learned that it is going to cost us trillions of dollars to recover and a long time for mom and pop businesses to come back if ever.

The American “bread and circuses,” football, baseball, volleyball, hockey, and other organized sports and competitions may never come back in the same form.

I learned from this “pandemic” that having family time is amazing and we should go back to the basics of family life, turning off the blue screens of the highly addictive and intelligence-robbing smart phones.

I hope Millennials learned, after the shock of having to stand in line for food and toilet paper, that the socialism they so desperately desire is a disaster that will never work no matter who is in charge.

I hope all socialists in this country who want socialized medicine learned that socialized medicine in Italy and in communist China were quickly overwhelmed – rationing ensued and they had to make hard choices for treatment.

Americans learned, I hope, that socialized medicine does have death panels, rationing of medical care based on a person’s age and utility to society.

I learned from this Chinese Wuhan virus crisis that the European Union did not respond well to its member states with medical help.

I also learned that unfettered liberalism screaming for open borders and releasing medically unvetted foreigners among their midst was a disaster waiting to happen and it did. Yes, disease does not recognize borders, but we can screen people for disease and illnesses that can cause a potential pandemic globally. Isolation and quarantine do work.

Preventive medical tests before admission into a country is a great idea, it is not an intrusion on a person’s manufactured global rights. You don’t have rights in a country you have invaded or are a guest of. You must follow their rules, regulations, and laws, including borders.

We isolated ourselves in our homes, gave up rather quickly our constitutional liberties for our own “good” without as much as a whimper – the controlling globalists won, and the media won.

We learned that President Trump was right to build the fence on the southern border.  He was also right about restricting travel from China.

I learned from this “pandemic” that family life in general was improved by staying home and cooking instead of eating in restaurants so much. It was fun to take the kids to the park and re-discover nature, play in the sand, get dirty, chase the dog, fish, instead of watching TV non-stop, playing electronic games, or being obsessed with social media all the time. Life became simpler and more enjoyable, it seemed that we lived it more fully.

I learned from this “pandemic” that schools closed and taught their students online, eliminating a lot of unnecessary personnel and administrators. And why pay high college tuition when you can learn online much cheaper?

The Chinese Wuhan virus crisis taught me that some Americans are still kind and generous, that some went to work despite their immediate contact with a lot of potentially infected people. But they did it anyway because they have a great work ethic, love to help other Americans, and needed the well-deserved paycheck they earned.

I learned that Americans are just as shameless to hoard food and essentials as the hoarders I encountered under socialism. Some became scalpers and stores price-gouged their customers, taking advantage of the shortage caused by increased demand and decreased supply.

Despite the mainstream media telling us otherwise, it is not racist to say that the Corona virus originated in Wuhan, China. To the liberals out there glued to their favorite leftist alphabet soup “news” channel, Chinese is a nationality, not a race.

From the Chinese Wuhan virus crisis, I learned that the Wuhan province was the location of 10,000 5G stations rolled out by the end of 2019. It is probably a “tin foil hat” coincidence but I am a skeptic and I do not believe in coincidences.

And I like a good conspiracy theory any day. Exposure to so much radiation leads to a microwave illness with flu-like symptoms and 54 other additional health problems listed here. https://5g-emf.com/wuhan-was-the-province-where-5g-was-rolled-out-now-the-center-of-deadly-virus/

The 5G roll-out announcement was made by the communist Chinese government. Here is the English version. http://www.xinhuanet.com/english/2019-10/31/c_138517734.htm

Last, but not least, Americans learned that toilet paper became the number one hoarded item, and nobody understood why.

Democrats, the political opportunists that they are, would never let a virus crisis go to waste. “Majority Whip James Clyburn (D-S.C.) told caucus members last week that the [stimulus] bill was ‘a tremendous opportunity to restructure things to fit our vision.’” Would that vision be Democrat socialism? https://news.yahoo.com/dem-rep-told-colleagues-coronavirus-145245071.html?soc_src=hl-viewer&soc_trk=fb But then everybody knows that Democrats in Washington do not have a problem putting their political ideology ahead of the welfare of the American people.

What some of my friends learned about the Chinese Wuhan Virus Crisis? Here are some salty and pointed opinions:

-          “How easily all Americans gave up their constitutional freedoms following a deliberate, media-created and hyped panic.

-          Never outsource anything to a communist enemy.

-          What socialism feels like.

-          How selfish and unethical 75% of the population is.

-          How stupid we are, how easily manipulated, and how incompetent the clowns are who lead various countries.

-          That despite millions of years of evolution, we are still Neanderthals.

-          How happily Americans surrendered their freedoms, they were not even fighting.

-          It was scary how many politicians and people were willing to ignore the Constitution’s protections when we needed them the most.

-          Life can change on a dime.

-          Prepping under Obama’s reign was a great decision.

-          Never trust a communist but I knew that before.

-          There is a lack of deductive reasons ability and an abundance of panic mode among many.

-          This Corona Pandemic is a sinister international conspiracy against America… The cause, the symptoms, the mortality and morbidity are not even a fraction of the H1N1… but we are not lead by a communist in the White House, we are led by a true patriot and great leader of the world, President Donald J. Trump.

-          Bring our manufacturing base back to America’s soil and employ American workers.

-          The “social distancing” quarantine came easy to me as I’ve been an introvert all my life.

-          The communists still want to take over the world.”

I sadly learned that people lie, cheat, and steal on a mass scale in order to get what they want, putting others at great risk, and neighbors are not neighborly at all in parts of the country where liberalism reigns supreme.


Friday, March 20, 2020

My White Privilege


Socialist breadline in Romania
Photo: Wikipedia Commons
I pulled the thick blanket out the dryer – it was still a tad damp so I placed it on the banister. I don’t have a clothesline – they are not allowed by the socialist Homeowners Association (HOA). If you want to live relatively close to a job, you must build in an HOA, you don’t have the luxury of declining it.

I fail to understand how the presence of a clothesline in the back of my house would devalue the property. But HOA finds it acceptable that seven families rent one house and take up the parking on the entire street where it becomes a gauntlet trying to dodge all cars. But I digress.

I am grateful that I have a dryer and a vacuum cleaner. In my previous “lily-white” communist world, it would have been an economic privilege - not a privilege as in the ridiculous liberal construct “white privilege,” but a privilege of life’s conveniences only reserved for the commies in power.  

I am white, I was told recently, by a huffy Millennial who happened to be white as well, therefore I benefitted my entire life of “white privilege.” Perhaps I should dig deeper to find and examine these “white privileges” I did not realize I had.

I had the privilege to work hard in school and get my education before the age of 29. When I had babies, I raised them, I did not let daddy government do the parental job for me. I worked at least two jobs my entire adult life in order to raise two children by myself and take care of my mom.

I did not go to bars, I did not get tattoos, I did not go to salons to do my hair or my nails in the most ridiculous colors and shapes, I did not drink, I did not own fancy cars or many cars in my life. I drive today a 14-year old car.

But I see and hear all these people accusing me of “white privilege” while they drive brand new Mercedes, BMWs, Lexus, Tesla, and other luxurious vehicles. But I am not complaining that they have economic privilege. If they want to spend the money to own the latest, that is capitalism and I rejoice in its existence.

If anybody has ever set foot in a socialist country run by the Communist Party perhaps realized that nobody had any kind of special privilege except the ruling class and the oligarchy. Nobody owned a home, a car, or any luxuries.

Our daily existence involved standing in food lines much longer than Americans are now inconvenienced in grocery stores while practicing “social distancing” in order to get their food, toilet paper, and other necessities. The total disruption of an economy by an unseen Chinese flu virus is hard on its entitled population that seldom experienced pain and adversity. They soon start fighting with each other over toilet paper, bread, and milk in order to survive.

Deliveries came once a day, but it was never enough of anything or it only came in one variety because the economy was centrally run by the Politburo and all they cared about was that their bellies were full, they had luxurious homes, and a chauffeur driving them around in a car they never bought or earned. If I did not have a conscience, I could have lived that life too.

In the meantime, the “white-privileged” proletariat class made do with grocery store scraps, if they could find them at the end of the long line, and tiny living in concrete apartments which seldom had running water, hot water, or heat in winter.

Our “white privilege,” and we were all white, did not involve vacations in private dachas at the Black Sea, ski trips in the Carpathian Mountains, and overseas vacations paid by the benevolent dictator who rewarded his henchmen quite well.

I was lucky to escape this socialist paradise and I came to the U.S. There was no “white privilege” waiting for me. I had to get a minimum wage job for $3.10 an hour and watched in sadness as people way less qualified and educated than I was get jobs I had applied for. They got them because they did not have my “white privilege.”  

In college, worse students than I were given special benefits, scholarships and free college tuition based on their skin color and ethnicity. I worked hard to make good grades but when I tried to get a college job to supplement my meager “white privilege” income, non-whites were always hired because their ancestors were slaves. My ancestors were slaves too, to the Ottoman Empire, but I don’t think Turkey would be amenable today to pay us reparations for all the enslavement they put my people through for 500 plus years.

When I was hungry, my “white privilege” did not feed me, there were no welfare cards and grocery store willing to fill my cart with everything at the taxpayers’ expense.

Privileged as you say we were in our squalid poverty, we did not own electronics, a fridge, a vacuum cleaner, a tv, appliances to make cooking easier, computers, smart phones, or even old style landline phones for that matter.

If we did not work, the socialists did not give us anything except slogans and parades for the Dear Leader. They did not feed our children in school three meals a day. If you did not work, you did not eat. That was our “white privilege,” the privilege to work hard in order to survive.

You complain that we have “white privilege?” How about the privileges you have that we work hard to pay for every day? Unlike shrill complainers, we don’t have free Medicaid, welfare, or the luxury to stay home and have more babies because daddy government pays for their birth and their care.

Next time you accuse us of having “white privilege,” be careful how you word this nonsensical liberal construct because we are not buying the rhetorical racism coming from the left anymore. You’ve cried wolf too many times.




Friday, March 13, 2020

Dr. Mircea, Barefoot Doctor Part III

Dr. Mircea in Poland
Photo: Private collection
In the spring of 1964 Dr. Mircea received the much sought-after invitation for a two-year post graduate ear nose and throat (ENT) fellowship in Warsaw, Poland. The nasty treatment at the Bucharest airport by armed guards, including confiscation of college photos as “security threat” because “the enemy of the communist regime must not know what the entrance to the university looks like,” did not dampen his spirit and elation to finally leave the oppression of communism behind.

The two-year surgical training included abdominal surgery and ENT, followed by three years of brief solo practice, government work, and part-time ENT work at the famous Alfa Clinic on the elegant Nowy Swiat Street in Warsaw. In the five years Dr. Mircea spent in the Polish healthcare system (1964-1969), he “never met a single male nurse” because of WWII’s massive casualties and male immigration to the west.

Dr. Mircea was fascinated by the basic freedoms that the Polish people enjoyed, even though they were under a communist regime. When compared to the other Iron Curtain countries in Poland:

-          Passports and travel visas were given with relative ease

-          Foreign goods could be purchased with U.S. dollars in stores

-          Owning foreign currency was not a crime

-          Private enterprise was allowed on a limited scale

-          Government’s stores had a variety of products and nobody had to wait in endless food lines

-          Disgruntled citizens expressed dissatisfaction in public without the fear of retribution

-          Religion was allowed and Catholicism practiced

-          No Marxism-Leninism indoctrinating courses were mandated in schools

-          Public transportation was better, very efficient, reliable, and cheap

-          Physicians, dentists, lawyers, and accountants could have their own practices

-          No state censorship prohibited the showing of American movies

-          Jazz clubs cherished American music and celebrated it with annual festivals

-          Private ownership of farmland and real estate was protected

The only Romanian medical practitioner in Poland, Dr. Mircea made the grand sum of $25 per month as an nose and throat specialist during 1966-1969 at a time when the average resident in the west was making $500 per month. He supplemented his income with tour guide stints and as a currency exchange trader, which was legal.

Invited to Paris for a visit by his old Romanian friend Sahak, thirty-year old Aurel embarked on an arduous 850-mile train journey in a second-class compartment, determined to find a post in the free world. He carried his passport and money in a specially made armpit wallet to guard against the famous Parisian pickpockets.

Iron Curtain between East and West Germany
Photo: Dr. Aurel E. Mircea

Of all the borders they had to cross between Poland and France, the real Iron Curtain crossing made a lasting impression on the adventurous and fearless young doctor. He described it, “The most diabolical creation of the postwar Stalinist ideology was a huge concrete wall with observation towers, every three hundred feet. The piece of land on the east side of it, the shoot-and-kill zone, about fifty feet wide was patrolled by uniformed East German guards with their Alsatian dogs on leashes. The steel fence on the western side of the Iron Curtain, twenty feet tall, was electrically charged with 5,000 volts of a deadly current. The whole border looked more menacing than the perimeter of a concentration camp. It would be impossible to penetrate it on foot, or by any other means. It was unmistakably a war zone, the real and most dreaded human barrier designed to keep the people in, and not enemies out.”

He carefully took several pictures of the Iron Curtain walls when the train stopped to change a steam engine to a modern Diesel one. The landscape and homes were drab, poor, and unkempt on the socialist side, cheery on the free western side, with large barns, prosperous-looking homes, well-fed cows, snowy farm fields, and no sign of poverty. The west, as he experienced it over and over from that point on, was “shimmering with the pulse of prosperity and capitalist opulence.”

With a suitcase full of polish sausage and cheese, to last him so that he did not have to buy street food he could not afford, Dr. Mircea arrived in the famous Parisian La Gare de Nord, greeted by his friend Sahak, who took him to a cheap hotel in the vicinity of his modest apartment on Rue de Lafayette, a few blocks from Montmartre and Moulin Rouge.

When his friend Sahak insisted that Aurel should settle in Warsaw and get married, Dr. Mircea explained to him that, although his situation under Polish communism was much better than under Romanian communism, “Socialism, communism, and the likes have severe limits on one’s freedom, from professional to financial point of view. I want to be a free man!” His medical journey is ongoing, but he is not afraid of the “tedious trail in the free world, toward capitalist prosperity.”

Explaining to Sahak that his destination is the land of the free and the home of the brave, he concluded his tirade with, “I have had it with the communist system and the limitations to freedom!”

Fate intervened again. After brief interviews with various African consulates in Paris during which he was more and less rejected immediately, he got lucky and, following an impassionate plea for freedom, he was well received at the South African Consulate. The reassuring vibes he received from the consul felt like he won the lottery.

Bad luck did not dampen his spirit when, having let his guard down in a moment of elation, his unattended hanging coat was pickpocketed on the returning train in La Gare de Nord. He lost his traveling papers, ticket, and passport on his attempted return to his Warsaw medical practice.

Walking miles and miles back and forth to reclaim his stolen identity and to borrow $100 from poor Sahak, dragging four suitcases full of merchandise destined to be sold in Warsaw, penniless, paperless, and hopeless, Dr. Mircea managed to get traveling papers from the French government, valid for a one time use without a passport. Neither the Romanian nor the Polish government were willing to help him, on the contrary, they reproached him for being too careless with pickpockets.

A few months after returning to Warsaw and after receiving a new green Romanian passport, he received an offer as a junior medical officer from the Republic of South Africa, Far East Rand Hospital in Springs, Transvaal Province, for $1,000 a month. The three-year contract paid twice as much as any western resident. No more $25 a month standard medical salary in Poland based on artificial socialist cost of living. His ship of freedom had finally arrived!  


Dr. Mircea in South Africa 
Photo: personal collection

South Africa became Dr. Mircea’s paradise of freedom he’s always dreamed about even in his most dire circumstances. He was now in the world of capitalist opportunity and prosperity. Dazed by the sunshine and the pleasant weather, he found South Africa immaculately clean. His doctor’s quarters, all paid for by the hospital, with its perfectly manicured English gardens took on palatial qualities. He was finally a free man living in Paradise!

But in the real world, nothing is perfect, the segregated Apartheid society separated blacks and whites in neighborhoods and in hospitals. The black people had their own Bantu-only hospital section and it offered Dr. Mircea the opportunity to practice varied surgical procedures. The Bantu did not trust the South African whites but, as a foreign doctor labeled as a non-discriminating person, Dr. Mircea became a medical magnet.

His fortunes improved, he bought his first car and appliances he’s never owned in Romania, opened a bank account, and eventually rented his first luxurious apartment. He met his future wife, Zona, in a music store, trying to find the name of a beloved song he had heard on radio, It Must Be Him.

In the Land of the Boers, he found the love of his life, the petite blonde Zona Visser, a famous South African recording star from the Springs. After a long courtship, they married in the South African Summer of 1973 on Zona’s birthday, February 26. Their marriage produced two daughters, Oltea and Calina.

His financial fortunes much improved, Dr. Mircea was able to sponsor and bring his mother (who defected) and one sister’s family to South Africa while the communists kept the rest of his family. His dad had to divorce his mom and marry someone else quickly in order to escape the Romanian gulag.

Among the many friends he made in South Africa, meeting Romania’s former monarch, exiled King Michael I and his wife Queen Ana, on a visit in Johannesburg to spread the Gospel of Peace, was most memorable.

The political instability in South Africa grew by 1976. During the infamous Soweto riots, Dr. Mircea’s office was closed for three days and patients trickled in with wounds and injuries from riots. Nurses were uncomfortable working for a white man.

Communist agitators abounded from the Kremlin, Cuba, and China. “All the leftist movements and communist-dominated organizations reared their ugly heads from the bush and started to rattle their sabers,” wrote Dr. Mircea. In the U.S., Jimmy Carter, the potato liberal, became president.

An unpleasant encounter one day with a black activist who posed as a patient shook Dr. Mircea to the core, opening the wounds of fear that “Marxism was alive and well, on a continuous march all over the world and that South Africa was not immune to it. The activist had said, “We like you for what you are doing for our black brothers and sisters. But we’ll soon take over this country and there will be no place for white people in South Africa.”

Dr. Mircea thought, “I’m starting to see the Dark Continent, without the benefits of the capitalist light!” After a brief visit from the SASS (South Africa Secret Service) warning him about the dangers to his life and his family’s, he decided to move everybody to America.

The agent had told him, “Carjacking, killing older family members, hurting your children and many more acts of violence could be unleashed upon you, by the local tsotsies. There is no shortage of them, with the fall of the Portuguese Empire and the infiltration of the subcontinent by millions of communists from China, Cuba, and the Soviet Union. Gaborone, two-hundred miles away, has the largest KGB contingent outside of Kremlin.”

In the eight years that he practiced in South Africa, Dr. Mircea built a good practice among the Bantu people, acquired more surgical experience, built a family, had two daughters whom he can rightfully call African American as they were born in South Africa and raised in America, and helped part of his Romanian family escape communism.

As violence escalated in Johannesburg, and after having had their family car stolen and being shot at with an AK-47 from an overpass bridge Dr. Mircea was convinced more than ever that he had to move to America. A chance brochure advertising medical practices for foreign doctors in Texas, with an ECFMG certificate which he had, and a valid Green Card, was the turning point in the future of his family.

The American consul Aurel had an audience with, told him that, because none of the Romanian immigration quotas had been used since 1950, 40,000 unused Green Cards were at his disposal. In two days’ time, Dr. Mircea delivered all the necessary documents to the Embassy: health tests to prove that his family had no communicable diseases, proof of financial support, the physical address of a jazz buddy from his Poland days, his medical certification, birth certificates, and passports.

The long medical journey for Dr. Mircea was far from over but the final destination became clear, Pasadena General Hospital in Texas. The Bantu practice he had created on McIntyre Street in Jeppestown district of Johannesburg is, to this day, a thriving practice as seen on Google Camera, fifty years later. “It has the same size and color, protective steel bars and doors as it did when I have sold it to a Rhodesian doctor in the summer of 1977. The address is immortalized on my South African Medical and Dental Council’s Certificate of Status, dating February 11, 1969,” wrote Dr. Mircea.

Dr. Mircea overcame all odds and finally landed in his beloved namesake, AMERICA, a reward for his hard work and determination to escape communism and a huge gain for Texas – they got a well-trained and seasoned international physician like no other.

His remuneration was the stratospheric salary of $72,000 a year, rent-free and fully equipped medical office for two years, paid full-time staff for one year, free fully paid relocation expenses from South Africa for the whole family, and fully paid Texas licensure for two years.

All financial rewards for Dr. Aurel E. Mircea paled in comparison with the joy both he and his wife experienced breathing the freedom air of Texas in the year 1977, when he finally reached the dreamed destination of a medical journey decades in the making.

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

The Medical Journey of Dr. Mircea, Part II

A fresh graduate in September 1961, Aurel described his six years of medical school quite succinctly – four years filled with communist propaganda, basic science classes, political classes, and the Russian language; two years focused mostly on hospital training, public health, and hygiene.  He wrote, “very little practical experience was accumulated during those final years. The final exam consisted of three medical subjects and the mandatory Marxism-Leninism oral test.”

The Marxism-Leninism test required the memorization of about 50 volumes of communist propaganda. The wise classmate Valeria managed to condense the 50 volumes into 2. It was easier to regurgitate two volumes of the worthless rhetoric that nobody will ever need, including the Useful Idiots.

To pay back the free education, graduates had to accept assignments wherever the communist party sent them. To make sure they complied, the health authorities in Bucharest withheld their medical diplomas until the rural assignment was completed or a replacement was found.

Aurel’s assignment was in two villages in Oltenia which had no electricity, no phones, no running water, no medical supplies, and no medical clinic. One room provided by the local “Feldscher” doubled as occasional examination room and bedroom for the Barefoot Doctor. A feldsher was a term derived from the German word Feldscher coined in the 15th century, given to medieval barbers who practiced ancient medicine in the army.

Patient care was provided on foot, making house calls, rain or shine. After eight months of torture and deprivation of human rights, Aurel resigned, telling the medical commissar in Bucharest to keep his diploma and dropped out of the medical profession temporarily and became a musician.

During his last two years of medical school, students were exposed to some surgery but most of the hands-on medicine was accomplished during the 3-year long mandatory service in rural areas, practicing on desperate people who needed medical care the most.

After graduation, the privileged few, with connections to the Communist Party, remained in large cities as employees of the urban healthcare authorities or enrolled in a specialization course if they met the affirmative action criteria.

One night’s chance encounter with a Polish dentist and his wife in a dance club at the Black Sea where he was performing would eventually change Dr. Mircea’s life. The possibility of postgraduate studies in Warsaw under his sponsorship was discussed.

Poland, although a socialist country under the rule of the communist party, “preserved some degree of freedom of the press, religion and even allowed a certain degree of private enterprise including medical and dental practices. Realizing that the government is not the answer to all problems, the Polish authorities obliged its people’s demand for the preservation of private businesses and family farms.”

At the request of Comrade Ghiorghi Preda, Aurel had performed monthly concerts during medical school years. He would lie to him about the composers – Comrade Gershwinowsky (George Gershwin) and Comrade Portersky (Cole Porter), both graduates of the Moscow Conservatory of Music. Comrade Ghiorghi would nod his “brainwashed communist head in approval. As long you don’t play any imperialist tunes from America, which I hate with passion!” Boiling on the inside, Aurel never told Ghiorghi how much he hated his communist Romania which destroyed the people’s souls and spirit.

Aurel passed the indoctrination Marxist-Leninist written and oral tests with a perfect score, not because he knew the material, he despised it.  Thanks to his group of colleagues who had prepared beforehand all the correct answers to questions 1-60. What they thought the communist agitators wanted to hear as answers were lining the pockets of his jacket. With agile prestidigitation, he took out the correct and embellished answer to his question and dazzled the committee on which, surprisingly sat his medical school colleague and commissar Ghiorghi who never showed up for any exams but passed everything with a perfect score of 10.

Had Aurel and his group been caught cheating on the Marxist-Leninist test which counted 25 percent of the graduation score, they would have been expelled and sent to Siberia in a Gulag and would have never be seen or heard from again.

Aurel had picked up his temporary doctor’s diploma - the real one would be held hostage and locked up in the dean’s safe for the duration of the three years of mandatory service as a Barefoot Doctor in a rural area.

Luck intervened again. His prayers were answered when he met a colonel on campus who was looking for a doctor for one of his three non-combatant battalions staffed with young peasants drafted by force under the new conscription law which made them work from dawn to dusk for three years with an axe and a shovel, building roads, bridges, and other infrastructures.

The newly minted battalion physician reported to his job Monday through Saturday, tending to his motley crew in Buzau. The soldiers were healthy and strong, and his job involved only issues of hygiene and nutrition. The sixty-mile train and bus commute were pleasant, and he made friends with the regular riders, all pissed off at the communist regime but helpless to do anything about it.

Through the years, besides his native Romanian language, Dr. Mircea became fluent in French, Russian, Polish, English, and a bit of Afrikaans and Fanaglo, the Bantu People Esperanto of the subcontinent, a mix of Zulu and English.

The military commissar asked Comrade Doctor one day why he was studying foreign languages. Aside from the personal joy of being able to swear in Polish at the totalitarian commissar, Dr. Mircea answered the Comrade Captain with a straight face that he liked to study the history of the Soviet Union in the Russian language.

He wrote, “I was surrounded by soldiers who hated every minute of their forced conscription, by officers who were spying on each other and by a military commissar who tried every day to put someone in jail, including me.” You were never innocent until proven guilty, you were always guilty, it all depended on what charges the commissar would manufacture about a person they wanted imprisoned.

His stint with the battalion ended when he was forced by the new commander to swap his post so close to the capital with his son’s post far away. This son was addicted to drugs and Aurel’s post was much more enticing and closer to him and to the capital.  He used threats of many years of jail time against Aurel because he never stopped his correspondence with the Polish dentist, Dr. Kim-Ru, whom he had met at the Black Sea.  He knew, of course, all his letters were opened and read by Security Police, a huge apparatus formed to spy on citizens.

Additionally, to improve living conditions for the poor conscripts, they traded medicine they did not need, the soldiers were generally healthy, with the peasants in dire need of antibiotics and anti-inflammatories missing in commercial pharmacies, for meat and wine, improving their pathetic diet.  Bartering was a way of life if you wanted to survive under socialism, under the boot of the Communist Party because the economy was a centrally planned mess. Everybody wanted bribes and most people took things from where they worked in order to trade with others and survive. The commissars always wanted their cut until it became politically inconvenient.

Aurel’s constant dream was to have the Polish Ministry of Health give him a stipend for a postgraduate medical program in Warsaw, a suitable position in a good teaching hospital. To thwart those who constantly watched him, he wrote, “Dear Dr. Kim-Ru, I hereby express my total dedication to the cause of socialism in the Soviet bloc. I also voice my desire for Peace on Earth and my willingness to serve the great Marxist-Leninist ideology. I reaffirm that my fate is now in your hands and I’m waiting for your next move. Long live the Proletarian Paradise!” Dr. Mircea explained that, after writing such sentences exclusively for the communist censors monitoring the post office, “he puked three times in protest and hatred of dictatorship.”

Aurel’s chance encounter one night with the famous Russian composer Aram Khachaturian at the Black Sea, who was there on a therapeutic visit to the famous saprophytic muds of Eforie Nord, had lifted his spirits temporarily.

At the end of the summer, Aurel had to choose between being a Barefoot Doctor again or change countries. But fate had other plans.

The place he exchanged with the colonel’s son was in the villages of Tulburea and Aninoasa, a fifty-mile train ride from Craiova towards the Carpathian Mountains. As his mother had told him, all the riches and greatness had gone into the pockets of the communist oligarchy as part of the open-theft, centrally planned economy. The villages were poor places in the hill country, filled with “hard-working old women, sick old men, and hungry children.”

But he was glad that he was not “in some Siberian concentration camp crushing hard rocks with wooden hammers.” His modest rent bought him one room and access to a kitchen and bath. He had one bed, “one wash basin with a suspended water container and a small tea table.

For six working days and nights he slept in the same bed on which he examined the occasional visiting patients. The rest of the time, he had to trek through mud and snow to reach some of the out of the way farms with sick residents.

As a young 25-year old doctor, sent to this God-forsaken place for allegedly “stealing medications and selling local wines,” Dr. Mircea kept repeating to himself that he would not be a communist victim of the healthcare disaster he was witnessing. He wanted a professional career in freedom.

When the heavy snows came and the roads became impassable, the cooperative manager gave him a “living, hungry stallion” for which the villagers donated oats and corn. They also gave Dr. Mircea boiled eggs, bacon, and bread. The local priest gave him a sleigh which was a good thing because the horse was too old to be ridden and could not make it up the difficult hills.

When Dr. Mircea spent two nights a week in his rented one-room adobe in Craiova, condensation from running the gas heater fell from the ceiling onto his face and bed all night like a “small discreet rain.”

The Siberian Express winter storm of 1962-1963 brought weeks of misery and pain for the villagers and for Dr. Mircea. In February he found his beloved horse in the barn mauled by hungry wolves. He cried, overwhelmed by his loss and by mountains of snow.

Freezing temperatures had turned most rivers into easy to cross two-feet deep ice bridges and Bulgarian grey wolves came in packs across the Danube. Hungry and skeletal guard dogs were no match for the ravenous wolves. His beloved pet and friend, with whom he talked as if he could understand him, was dead. He was so deeply attached to him in his rural loneliness.

Dr. Mircea waited weeks until the roads and the rail became passable again and returned to Craiova where he checked himself into a local hospital ward for tests. He was afraid that his daily diet of expired sardine cans may have poisoned him. Under socialist medicine, you had to be checked into a ward in order to have any serum or x-ray tests.

While on medical leave for two months, fate intervened again and he received the opportunity of his life – an offer for a post graduate course, a two-year residency in Ear Nose and Throat surgery at a teaching hospital in Warsaw. The letter with the proposal arrived from Dr. Kim-Ru, just as he had promised. It was delivered through the production manager of a traveling Polish circus in order to escape the eyes of the communist censors. The door to freedom had finally opened for Dr. Mircea!

TO BE CONTINUED








Tuesday, March 10, 2020

The Medical Journey of Dr. Mircea


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Dr. Aurel Emilian Mircea
Dr. Aurel Emilian Mircea’s medical journey started in 1961 Socialist Republic of Romania and took “20,000 miles and 50 years to complete.” He crossed numerous countries and three continents. He should be in the Guinness Book of World Records as the only Romanian licensed doctor who had practiced medicine on three continents, Europe, Africa, and North America and in four countries, Romania, Poland, South Africa, and the United States.

On his journey, Dr. Mircea had pursued and finally reached in 1977 the American Dream through socialist country after socialist country until he found the state of Texas, in the land of the free and home of the brave, his last stop.

Now in his eighties, Dr. Mircea remembers his graduation in September 1961 from the Carol Davila College of Medicine in Bucharest, Romania. Forced by the socialist regime to practice medicine for three years in a village, as payment for the free socialist education he received, he joined the “rebellious Barefoot Doctors” brigade. Some of his colleagues refused the assignment and were forced to give up medicine, working as taxi drivers and waiters – the blue-collar salary was higher and much less responsibility.

But Dr. Mircea chose a double life – doctor by day and professional musician by night. Playing trumpet in a jazz band earned him more income than physicians earned and was able to be in contact with foreign tourists even though the socialists controlled by the Communist Party forbade any contact with foreign nationals.

As a teenager, his bleak life in a decaying apartment complex revolved around standing in long lines to find food and sneaking around the countrywide secret police that monitored every individual’s movement in public places, at home, at school, and controlling private life. Learning to function in whispering conversations, he was able to avoid operators listening on phone calls but not the full-time informers who reported on the comings and goings of everyone.

Ninety-five percent of the population was oppressed by five percent of the ruling class, party apparatchiks, and the unelected class of oligarchs. “The promotion of the utopian socialism, the daily school indoctrination with compulsory study of Russian language and Marxist ideology made us all an unwilling bunch of mind-numbed robots.”

Teenagers, upon reaching maturity, accepted their destiny and the demands made by the communist commissars. Resigned to their fate, all were forced to march from high school grounds to the Dear Leader’s parade grounds and shout slogans nobody believed to be true, enforcing the deep-seated hatred of communism. “The enormous risk of repercussions or incarceration, by manifesting any sign of disapproval with the regime, in public places held us into a submissive state of mind.”

The involuntary volunteerism that I was subjected to in high school twenty-five years later when we had to harvest crops, was much harder for Dr. Mircea. He had to work as forced volunteers on government construction sites from seventh grade until he graduated from high school in the summer of 1953. Students passed along bricks, from hand to hand, or were ordered to carry heavy buckets of mixed concrete up shaky scaffolding. There was no such thing as OSHA protection when the communists ran everything. Who was there to complain to or sue?

A young Aurel E. Mircea helped build the new and decrepit Soviet-style concrete apartments with poor electricity, bad drainage, unsafe passages, elevators that never worked, open walls, open electrical wiring, and unfinished balconies. Each resident was entitled to only 100 ft of living space, a miserable life in the new Socialist equality for all. Sadly, many historical buildings and Orthodox Churches had to be bulldozed in order to make room for the Soviet style apartment blocks made of crumbling concrete poured in a hurry with reinforcing iron bars.

During 1944-1950 Aurel Mircea’s family of five had to undergo six punishing reforms of equality for the collective good:

1.       The regime nationalized all private land and homes, making the population subservient to the new communist regime.

2.       All firearms were confiscated, making ownership of any weapon an offense punishable by prison.

3.       Gold, cameras, typewriters, sewing machines, telephones, Bibles, and other valuables were confiscated.

4.       Gangs of secret police thugs invaded their home without a warrant and took their family car.

5.       Old currency was canceled, new currency was issued, each family was only allowed to have one month of income.

6.       The new living space law relocated their family of five into one room, 400 square feet, sharing bathroom and kitchen with two other families.

High schools were infiltrated by communist commissars tasked to spread the Marxist ideology. They were indoctrinated and had to study Russian, Darwinism, Soviet Union’s history, Scientific Socialism, and Marxism-Leninism. Any intellectual, professional, person of means with a nice apartment was labeled Enemy of the People.

Mircea never became Lenin and Stalin’s Useful Idiot, he unwashed his brain of Marxism-Leninism and Dialectic Materialism by reading prohibited books, and learning the truth about the world from his uncle Constantin who had served a long and heavy jail sentence for being the Forestry Minister under the royal government before the communists took power and for having visited America. The inhumane socialist dogma never took root in Mircea’s mind, thoughts of freedom resided there always. After all, his scrambled name, A. Mircea, was AMERICA.

The communists reduced education from twelve years to ten. “The communist goal was to produce less educated people and more subservient factory workers. It was the goal of the Proletarian Paradise to have a huge class of Useful Idiots, as Stalin defined them: subservient people who want handouts, free healthcare, cheap food and housing.”

Children of the proletariat class (blue collar workers) received ten full points on the social college admission score, a sort of “bourgeois is evil” type of Affirmative Action. The social score only awarded five points to applicants from intellectual families and ten points to applicants from a blue-collar family. However, Aurel, the son of intellectuals, still managed to earn a spot in medical school.

With good test scores, luck, and giving “baksheesh” (bribery) to an old professor of infectious diseases and admission screener, who changed his family data to read that he was the son of a carpenter, Aurel had beaten the odds and was now part of the freshman class at the new Faculty of Public Health and Hygiene in Bucharest, established by the communist regime as the fourth branch of the Carol Davila Medical School to train doctors for “urban cleanliness.”

Aurel thought the Marxist indoctrination would stop in college but he was wrong. Each medical student was assigned to a group of twenty which had an “invisible” informer to the Communist Party. Their specific informer was not so invisible. Comrade Ghiorghi, an older communist commissar, was almost twenty years older, hailing from a rural primary school, with seven years of basic education, no high school, and no college entrance exam.

Comrade Ghiorghi was a “persecuted peasant, a member of the Communist Party, a devout Stalinist, and a cripple. Both his hands had the fingertips amputated by a new, Soviet-made thresher machine.” He was reporting everything the other students in the group said and did.

Comrade Ghiorghi Preda, the medical student communist stooge, never showed up for exams during the six years of college, never took notes during class, never showed up for written or oral exams, always took a roll call, pacing the amphitheater during daily classes, the perfect spy for the Communist Party. He received a diploma just like everybody else, landed a bureaucratic job with the Ministry of Health, never touching a patient, received a free apartment and a personal car, a Dacia. Until his retirement, he remained an employee of the Healthcare department in Bucharest – taking full advantage of his communist activist privilege.

Comrade Ghiorghi was one of the many commissars, trained agitators at all universities in Bucharest, architecture, polytechnic, economic, medical schools, arresting students during the student protests when they pelted the invading Soviet tanks in 1957. During the Hungarian Uprising and the Spring Prague, these commissars devastated the student communities – thousands were arrested, and some were deported to the Siberian gulag, never showing up again for class and their families never knew where they disappeared.

Comrade Preda was so hated by his medical school colleagues that, when the Carol Davila School of Medicine and Pharmacy 50-year class reunion took place in the fall of 2011 in Bucharest, a few who still remembered him and hated his guts, grabbed him and threw him out into the corridor.

For the next six years the study of Marxism-Leninism, Russian language, Darwinism, Dialectic Materialism, Scientific Socialism and other useless indoctrinating subjects continued. Students learned how to cheat and pass these Useful Idiot-classes while concentrating on medicine and science.

A classmate, Valeria, a Jewish girl, had great aspirations to move to Tel Aviv, taking advantage of the Jewish Emigration from the Soviet Bloc. Each émigré was bought and relocated to the promised land by the Prime Minister at the time, Davin Ben-Gurion. Nobody knew exactly how much was paid to the communist state per émigré, but Dr. Mircea alleges that the sum of $10,000 was the ransom paid for each Jewish person, money which “went straight to a secret bank account in Switzerland, for the use of the Politburo members and their international terrorist organizations.”

Medical school commissars brought many medical students on stage in front of the entire student body and made them confess and renounce their religious affiliations, the right to protest (many labor camps were packed with students who participated in anti-Soviet protests, never to be seen again), or denounce their parents for their illicit commercial trading and bartering done out of the necessity to survive.

By his fourth year of medical school, filled with clinical and practical courses in major hospitals and clinics, Aurel became a professional jazz musician, playing the trumpet. Mixing with gypsies, Jewish artists, Hungarian musicians, Italian singers, and a few German musicians, Aurel had no trouble getting weekend gigs in “dancing bombs.”

Government-owned basements in high rise buildings which had been assigned as bomb shelters during the war became dancing halls, making money for the starving musicians and for the government. The dancing halls became known as “bombs.” Aurel made more money on weekends playing trumpet by ear than most doctors working in the communist system made in a month.

Summers were spent on the Black Sea Riviera, Eforie Nord, playing in dancing halls and nightclubs. The tips and the excellent payroll, three times the meager salary of a physician, made them enough money to last a year. They received free modest accommodations, food, and free bus and train transportation. Compared to communist egalitarian payroll standards, the six band players were doing well.

Maestro Joe, the bandleader, and the showbiz agent, Sahak Baichian, connected them with VIP guests and restaurant managers, a steppingstone in their dream to escape communist Romania “by hook or by crook.” Sahak Baichian would eventually escape to Paris, reunited with his Armenian family, after a rich cousin paid a hefty ransom to the Communist government.

Luck intervened again for Aurel when he found a convenient place to complete his summer internship requirements for medical school graduation. He was assigned to the director of the Astoria Hotel and Spa in Eforie Nord where he was making money with his trumpet at night and helping people four hours a day with their rheumatism and psoriasis. His boarding was free with his jazz band and the Dean’s office was more than happy to assign him where they did not have to provide accommodations.

TO BE CONTINUED








Monday, March 2, 2020

Bernie’s Idyllic Socialism That Never Existed


The goal of socialism is communism.   – Vladimir Lenin

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When President Donald Trump will finish his presidential term(s) the world will still be here, and you will be living in it. Which kind of world is it going to be? Will it be Bernie’s socialist world? Will it be the media’s globalist world? Will it be communist?

Bernie Sanders and his AOC pupil praise socialism, Russia, Cuba, and its socialist dictator Fidel Castro. Over two million people (2.052 million) under the age of 30 voted for the Democrat socialist Bernie Sanders in the 2016 election.  Polls show that a large percentage of Millennials prefer to live under socialism rather than capitalism. According to the Heritage Foundation, the Democratic Socialists of America have a roster of 30,000 members, most of them in their twenties.

Millennials hang on Bernie Sanders every word – they want free college, single payer health care, racial justice, social justice, economic justice, gender justice, and environmental justice. The free lunch, which economically speaking, does not exist, must be paid, Bernie said, by the rich, millionaires and billionaires.

The socially liberal Millennials dislike capitalism because they cannot find the six-figure salary job their college professors promised them, have huge college debt that funded worthless college degrees for which they cannot possibly find employment, don’t like the status quo, and want to replace capitalism with the promise of everything free under socialism.

Their Marxist god Bernie is the charismatic old uncle with disheveled dirty hair and spittle-laden speeches – repackaged Marxist speeches the Bolsheviks used at the turn of the twentieth century when they enslaved Russia and Eastern Europe with money from Germany, U.K., and America.

G. Edward Griffin told us that “The Bolshevik revolution was not a spontaneous uprising of the masses. It was planned, financed, and orchestrated by outsiders. Some of the financing came from Germany which hoped that internal problems would force Russia out of the war against her. But most of the money and leadership came from financiers in England and the United States. It was a perfect example of the Rothschild formula in action.” (The Creature from Jekyll Island, G. Edward Griffin, p. 283, 5th ed.)

Personally I don’t believe Millennials would be willing to give up their electronic gadgets, their smart phones, all conveniences that make life easier and more pleasant, free speech, free press, free assembly to protest at the drop of a vagina hat, in exchange for living under communism.  Nobody is that altruistic.

The new face of the Democrat Party, the 29-year old bartender from New York, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, won her Congress seat by 57% of the vote over the incumbent. Voters were mesmerized by her promise for Medicare for all (proper healthcare for none), free college tuition, legalization of marijuana, and elimination of ICE (U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement). It is hard to resist an imagined Santa Claus even one in expensive suits and stilettos.

Millennials are clueless that most of the things in life they enjoy are not the result of socialism, but the result of capitalism; Europe and its Nordic states they would like to emulate are not socialist, they have capitalist economies, people and corporations pay heavy taxes which allows the government to be very generous with welfare and socialized medicine.  And America foolishly provides them with military protection thus indirectly enabling such government largesse in social services in a welfare state where young people can spend many years in college trying to find themselves.

The reality of socialism is that everything is controlled by the Communist Party that directs the means of production and distribution and enforces everything daily through political tyranny.

Socialist groups and activists have exploded around the country helped by the mainstream media and bolstered by the win of AOC. Lee Edwards wrote for the Heritage Foundation, “On the road to socialism, DSA [Democratic Socialists of America] and its fellow socialists will seek to convert industries like health care into public utilities; regulate coal mines out of existence; subsidize sectors of the economy like solar energy; and operate corporations like Amtrak and Freddie Mac. They will represent socialism as the responsible alternative to the unchecked greed of the captains of capitalism.”

As many survivors of socialism will attest, socialism has never worked anywhere it has been tried.  Karl Marx was a socialist atheist bum whose socialist philosophy killed over 100 million people. Socialism prohibited private property through the “dictatorship of the proletariat” enforced through armed heavy police control, barbed wired borders, and a disarmed and hungry populace, forced to stand in food lines daily in order to survive, and spied upon by their friends, relatives, and neighbors, all on the payroll of the Communist Party.

Marx considered religion as the “opiate of the masses” and all his followers terrorized churches and churchgoers. Churches were closed, priests jailed, killed, nuns were raped, all part of the class-cleansing.

Millennials were asleep or absent in history classes. If they did attend class, the textbook was the progressive revisionist version of history written by Howard Zinn in 1980, a text widely adopted around schools in America.  

The socialist world that Marx envisioned was a painful dictatorship of the Communist Party but in America the people are supposed to tell their government what to do. Unfortunately, over time, we have reached a level where the government is telling people what to do in America as well. Representatives keep telling us that “this is not who we are,” forcing us to bend to their whims and ideas, while ignoring our wishes and our vote. Worse of all, the government ignores the Constitution and tries to impeach the duly elected President because they hate him.

Millennials do not understand that socialism depends upon a dictatorship in order to gain and maintain power. I know that socialists promise free press, elections, free assembly, free food, housing, health care but none is delivered.

As a survivor of the Communist Party’s Socialism, we had to submit to many freedom-robbing demands from the rabid socialists. As students, we had matriculation numbers sewn onto our uniforms and onto our coat sleeves in winter. If we misbehaved or said anything deemed anti-government in public, we were reported to the principal. Without recourse or evidence, just based on hearsay, we were punished, suspended, and our parents were criticized, insulted, and threatened in front of the entire school body. We also received a bad grade for behavior (an actual subject all the way through high school). If the offense was deemed severe, the guilty was sent to juvenile re-education. Sadly, this practice is still observed in communist China.

It is not just Millennials who wholeheartedly support Marxist Bernie Sanders, Jewish Americans support him as well. The Electorate Institute reported that the Marxist Sanders will obtain 65 percent of the Jewish vote in November. Hillary Clinton captured 70 percent of the Orthodox Jewish vote. https://www.haaretz.com/world-news/clinton-won-majority-of-jewish-american-vote-polls-say-1.5459522

Senator Sanders praised the dictator Castro in a recent “60 Minutes” interview. “When Fidel Castro came into office, you know what he did? He had a massive literacy program. Is that a bad thig?”

He has frequently praised Cuba for its advances in education and healthcare as reasons why the Cuban people did not overthrow Castro. The real reason was, they were disarmed. Sanders is concealing the fact that many innocents were killed by firing squads and through torture for simply expressing an opinion that contradicted Comrade Fidel, who left billions in stolen wealth to his family while Cubans were starving, and the buildings were collapsing around them.

Healthcare was not free under Castro’s socialism. Sanders and his followers do not understand basic socialist economics, the “free” healthcare was paid by people through forced distribution of wages and labor. Additionally, many Cubans will tell you that, before Castro, they already had free education and healthcare via private resources.

Dr. Fernando J. Milanes wrote a scathing rebuttal to Sen. Bernie Sanders in which he explained, “in 1954 Cuba spent 4.1 percent of its GDP on education. That translated into a comparatively high literacy rate in the 1950s and high female participation.  Cuba in 1957 already had more doctors per 1,000 people than did Norway, Sweden, and Great Britain.” (Cuba: From Economic Take-Off to Collapse under Castro, by Jorge Salazar-Carrillo, Andro Nodarse-Leon, 1958)

In his 19-page paper, “An Evaluation of Four Decades of Cuban Healthcare, Felipe Eduardo Sixto described Cuba’s relatively high-ranking healthcare in Latin America before Castro. Mutual aid societies operated in Cuba during 1930-1950s, similarly to HMOs in the U.S. They provided comprehensive medical services for their members. “In the 1958 there were over 100 mutual aid clinics and cooperatives.” https://ascedcuba.org//c/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/v12-sixto.pdf

Cubans did fight back against socialism. But many risked life and limb to defect to the U.S. via improvised floating crafts to sail the 90 miles to freedom in Miami. Sanders conveniently ignores the attacks by dissenters like the Brigade 2506. Castro not only confiscated the people’s guns but the guns of those who helped Castro come to power, jailing or exiling them, and confiscated their private businesses, homes, and other private property.

Agustin Blazquez, a Cuban-American documentary film producer, who escaped Cuba, wrote, “Before the Castro revolution, most foreign films shown in Cuba across the island in theaters and on TV had subtitles in Spanish because most people could read.  Castro's literacy campaign was a common communist tool to indoctrinate.  The wording used was propaganda slogans of Castro's revolution and against "Yankee Imperialism." I remember it well, including the official training booklet full of his slogans.  Bernie, Castro's literary campaign is NOT an example of something good because it was deceptive.”

Otto Reich, retired U.S. Ambassador, commented in the Wall Street Journal, “Mr. Sanders still flunks Cuban literacy 101. Before the 1959 revolution, some 80% of Cuba could read. …  Cuba has gone from being one of the more advanced countries in the region in the mid-1950s to one of the most impoverished, and the reason is its economic socialism and political tyranny.”

People don’t leave behind their families and everything they know and love, they are not just some idyllic socialists escaping Fidel Castro’s literacy propaganda program, free lousy healthcare, free housing in decaying buildings with chipped paint and oozing concrete from years of neglect, and free college in scientific socialism degrees. They are people escaping a totalitarian state. I don’t see any Americans escaping by rickety boats, crossing 90 miles of treacherous sea to Cuba.

Millennials think they want socialism because it would solve all their social and financial problems, real and imagined, but they should be very careful what they wish for, they just might get it.