The unspeakable cruelty unleashed by Russian fighters in Ukraine shows they have transformed into the fascist foes their ancestors fought against so valiantly eight decades ago.
Ross K. Baker
My dad was what was referred to in those days as a “fellow traveler.” He wasn’t a card-carrying member of the Communist Party, but he followed the party line. I remember accompanying him as he delivered copies of the Daily Worker to comrades in the neighborhood. And one of the decorative touches in our house was a portrait of Joseph Stalin that hung on a bedroom wall until the period in the 1950s when Wisconsin Sen. Joseph McCarthy‘s well-publicized hunt for communists in various corners of American life convinced my dad that the better part of valor was to take it down.