My family was among the most well-known victims of the McCarthy period. Our story has been told in books, films, plays, poems and songs. However, as we approach the 58th Anniversary of my parents’ execution, I’d like to chronicle another family’s ordeal. I share this as an example of the thousands who suffered from the anti-communist hysteria of the late 1940’s and early 1950s’s.
Spending summers at progressive camps was the highlight of my childhood. I attended Camp Woodland and Lincoln Farm, and later was a counselor at Camp Thoreau. These were places where left-wing views were either the norm, or at least not unusual. I flourished in an atmosphere where I felt I could speak my mind and not feel alone. That’s why I felt so good about sending my kids to Camp Kinderland.