Confession of a Reluctant Tea-Partier

In the Soviet Union any mass expression of public sentiment was by definition a fraud.  To participate in a demonstration of any kind meant a complete waste of a perfectly good day.  All organizations got their quotas to provide a certain amount of bodies to march through the town celebrating state holidays.  Being a child was no excuse -- I remember taking part in an annual May Day demonstration as a 10-year-old member of an ice-skating girls' group.  The sacred duty of any self-respecting citizen was to avoid being drafted at all costs.  I could not imagine that intelligent people could spend time and energy coming to a rally of their own free will. My late and very much missed father used to say: "First, you have to know why you want to leave the old country, and only then to decide why you want to settle in a new one."  Boy, did we know the first part!  Our difficult journey to America started in 1978 and ended in 1987 -- nine long years of being...(Read Full Article)