What I learned from the Communist Party which ruled my country with an iron fist and a heavy boot on our necks and thin, hungry bodies, can fill a lifetime of horror stories. Twenty years living under such depressing ideological, mental, and physical prison surrounded by barbed wire and heavily armed and guarded borders is enough to fill endless books.
But will
Americans listen or read about our collective and individual experiences?
Apparently not, as they are marching full-steam ahead into communism and, by
the time they wake-up from their ignorant stupor, it will be too late – there will
be nobody left to caution them and they themselves will not remember what it was
like to live free and make personal choices in life without government interference
and forced mandates. So they will comply out of fear and cowardice.
The U.S.
Constitution is already just a museum piece that the government is ignoring
openly and deriding on a daily basis in their kangaroo courts. Law and order
only exists for the benefit of Congress and the corporate oligarchy in control
of 330 plus million people. Medical tyranny walks in lock step with government
tyranny at all levels.
What did I
learn from the Communist Party?
If I wanted
to eat, I had to keep my mouth shut and get up early every day to stand in
endless lines in order to buy enough food for the day if I was lucky and had
enough coupons left on the rationing card.
If I wanted
to enter a church, I had to wait until someone got married, got baptized, or
died. Church was another arm of the Communist Party’s indoctrination machine.
If I wanted my
parents to remain free and not be disappeared, I had to keep my mouth shut
around everybody, including the closest relatives who could turn us in for a
loaf of bread.
If I wanted
to go on vacation, I was not allowed to because my parents were too poor to
afford a train ticket or a hotel. They were receiving the Communist
Party-decided equity pay young Americans and Democrat Socialists are clamoring for
and demanding in this country.
If I wanted
to go to summer camp, I had to join the youth communist brigades first and be
subjected to more indoctrination before I was deemed re-educated in the
communist ideological “think” and “speak.” But my parents had to be Communist
Party members as well.
The Communist
Party membership had to have the right pedigree – the more uneducated and
stupid, the better. They could be brainwashed easier and bought off with an
extra loaf of bread or a pound of meat weekly. And the neo-communists of today
are still buying off the stupid and the useful idiots. There is never a shortage
of them.
If I wanted
to go to the movies, it had to be in an approved group of other students and
the tickets were sold as a group ahead of time. Only party members could individually
go to the opera, ballet, or theater. Their tickets were practically free.
I learned at
an early age that individuality, creativity, speaking out, asking questions, and
free thinking were unapproved and dangerous.
If I wanted
to go inside a restaurant or hotel in my hometown, I was told no. I could only
watch the sumptuous and luxurious inside from the street through the well-lit
windows. It was dark at home as electricity was cut off and turned on only a
few hours a day in order to allow us to do housework and school homework.
Cooking was
done with a gas stove and even that was cut off every day. Bathing was once a
week with hot water that only came on for two hours. We had to schedule baths
or showers around that time.
If I was
cold, I had to wear many layers of clothes as heat was a rare commodity in our
homes. The higher up you lived in the concrete and tiny high-rise apartments,
the less steam circulated through the heater coils.
I learned to
disregard the propaganda lies of equity, equality, and abundance we
were fed in class by day-dreaming and imagining that I was traveling to and
living in a beautiful country with plenty of food, no heavy armed police
everywhere, beautiful colored clothes, plenty of doctors, medicine, clean
hospitals without rust and blood oozing from the walls and dirty floors, fully
stocked stores, and no bread lines. I was smart enough to see the bleak reality
outside, totally opposite from the communist dogma fed to us by elites who
lived in comfort and confiscated wealth from the masses.
I learned to
cherish loneliness and nature in my grandparents’ village. The simple and hard
life in the country was so much more exciting than the urban imprisonment and
desolate life.
I learned to
seek refuge in books from the local library. So many good leather-bound tomes
had escaped the strict censorship of the Communist Party indoctrinating goons
who never read anything except the communist ideology pamphlets and Karl Marx’s
dangerous ideas.
I learned to
enjoy small things in life and to cherish immediate family – we never knew when
we would see them for the last time before they were disappeared for their thoughts
of freedom and for their dissenting opinions.
I learned
that aunts, uncles, and friends who worked hard and saved and acquired too much
property beyond what the Communist Party deemed necessary, were sent to hard
labor camps. Some survived, some did not. They built the roads, the bridges,
and other public works while in captivity, existing on meager rations each day.
If they survived their sentence, they emerged like walking skeletons, their
physical health and minds scarred for life.
I learned
that one childhood friend’s father was a communist apparatchik which explained
why they always had food, her mom always cooked desserts, and they wore nice
clothes, not the faded and old ones we wore. Their daughter threw away all the communist
propaganda in her father’s possession when he passed away. She is definitely
anti-communist now but it is a bittersweet “conversion” as the world is turning
into a globalist tyranny of the communist oligarchical elites.
I learned so
much from my experience and life under the Communist Party boot that I am
devastated at the communist turn my adopted country is taking now and so
rapidly. The land of the free because of the brave is fast becoming a communist
tyranny of the government, the corporate oligarchy supporting it, and the
medical professionals who swore to do no harm and are doing harm daily with no
remorse.
And the
people comply silently.