We often say DSA is a “big tent”. It’s true that we all come from different backgrounds, but every one of our unique experiences has brought us to the same conclusion: A better world is possible, and it is ours to build. The following is the first in a series of stories told by our members about the events and experiences that led them to the Left.
I was raised a Liberal Democrat in New York City, but learned much later that I was really a “Red Diaper Baby”. (In the McCarthy Era, many parents kept things from their kids so they wouldn’t say anything that could get the family in trouble.) My father had spent two years in the Communist Party until he and my mother visited the USSR in 1938, and found that things there were so bad that his Russian relatives were too terrified to meet with them in public. Though my father’s medical practice thrived in the ’50s and I enjoyed a great deal of privilege, my parents passed on enough of their idealism that I knew it was simply my luck – and that everyone deserves a good life.
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