opportunity.In April, as I was completing my law degree at Harvard, I attended a forum featuringCongressman Barney Frank. I asked him the question that seemed obvious to me but which I hadnot heard anyone in Washington or the media ask: “How much, if any, responsibility do
you
have for our financial crisis?” Congressman Frank lost his temper and immediately labeled me as“right wing.” The truth is that I am a Republican today, but in college I was a radical Democrat.And I was just as prone to asking simple but difficult questions then as I am today, even if my perspective has changed.In that same forum, more than ten years ago, I challenged Michael Moore, who had justscreened a movie called
The Big One
about low-wage workers in America. I asked him, quitesimply, whether he had paid the interns who had worked on his film. He admitted that he hadnot, and the audience turned against him.I didn’t ask that question to score political points. I asked it because I had begun toquestion some of the left-wing orthodoxies I had imbibed in the first two years of my Harvardeducation. That year, my junior year, I had added environmental science as a major—or concentration, as we called it then. What stunned me about environmental science as a disciplinewas the thinly-veiled desire for control that seemed to lurk in places—not just control of pollution, but also control of production, control of people’s everyday lives. It contrasted sharplywith the spirit of my first major, social studies—which, though certainly leftist, still nurturedsomething of the romantic desire for emancipation.And so I asked questions. I got involved in left-wing protest movements, but I usuallyended up organizing the discussions instead of the demonstrations. It was a deeply exciting andfrustrating time for me. Eventually, I concluded that I was not going to find the answers in thelibrary. They might have been there, but I didn’t seem to know what the right questions were. Or perhaps I wasn’t looking in the right places. Of the many disciplines I was interested in, perhapsthe one I neglected most was history. Of course I took a few history classes, but my interest wasgenerally in which side was right and which side was wrong, rather than on what actuallyhappened. I believe that is true of most students in our contemporary era.It is telling, though unfortunate, that President Barack Obama has chosen not to attendceremonies commemorating the 20
th
anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall next month. Inmany of his speeches and gestures, the President cuts against the grain of American norms, buton this occasion he represents the fashion of our age perfectly. Few of us seem to know or carewhat the events of 1989 meant for the world—or, indeed, for the United States. We foughtagainst communism for two generations, yet we have never managed to commemorate the heroesof that struggle. Nor have we bothered to remind ourselves what we were fighting, or why.I am a member of the first generation to grow up in a post-communist world. At schooland university, we were taught little about communism, save for the McCarthy era. The lessonwe took from that episode is that it is far worse to accuse someone of being a communist thanactually to be one. We went on class trips to the U.S. Holocaust Museum, and learned importantlessons about the horrors of fascism and the dangers of bigotry. Yet there is no museum to teach2
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