To the editor:
As a grade-schooler in 1958, during the Cold War, after giving a report on my family’s story of emigrating from Russia, I was accosted by an older classmate at recess.
Finger in my face, he demanded, “Are you a pinko-commie?” I didn’t know what that was, but I knew it wasn’t a good thing.
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