In 1987-88, it suddenly became possible in the moribund USSR to publish and discuss things that previously we hadn’t been allowed to know about. Suddenly, everybody was subscribing to a dozen thick journals that printed all sorts of forbidden novels, essays, memoirs, historical treatises, poems, etc. People would stop in the middle of a park and strike up a debate with complete strangers. Large groups would form to observe the discussion and express support for one of the debaters. My parents were of the debating kind, and many an outing in my childhood was interrupted by my father stopping in a square or on a busy street corner and starting a spontaneous lecture on some utterly random but heretofore forbidden topic. Crowds would gather fast, and I’d sigh hopelessly, realizing that we weren’t going to be able to leave that spot for at least an hour.
People were finally free to talk about things that mattered. To read, to debate, to think. It was an extraordinary time when the life of the mind flourished, and there weren’t enough hours in the day to read all the exciting new books and share your thoughts about them. The stultifying decades of being forced to parrot the party line were over. We knew that a lot had been concealed from us “for our own good”, and anybody who could point the way to where the truth could be found became an instant hero.
People walked around with the overwhelmed and happy look of prisoners who had been let out of a dungeon and were seeing the sunshine and the flowers for the first time. These were the people in my parents’ circle and others like them. The intelligentsia, the thinking individuals. Of course, there were also those who hated the changes, and they were possibly even more numerous. They didn’t want to be exposed to any new ideas. They wanted to be told what to think and to be allowed to persecute those who thought differently. The conflict between these two groups was never resolved and later spilled out into a war.
But that’s not what I’m talking about here. My point is that this is exactly how it feels in America today. All of the new publishing houses, books, ideas, thoughts. We don’t stop in the middle of the park like my Dad had to because we have social media for that purpose. But the feeling and the excitement are the same.
And that’s really great. It means freedom will always win in the end.