And often, the accusers are explicit about their intent to get their target fired: Shor’s main “critic,” Democratic activist Ari Trujillo Wesler, tagged his employer with the comment, “Come get your boy.”
It’s true that getting fired is not the same as getting shot or imprisoned. But that didn’t happen to Pasternak, either, who was never arrested or sent to the Gulag. He was “only” denounced in angry articles and pages of letters expressing righteous outrage at his supposed anti‐Soviet “libel” and calling him a traitor, an enemy, and a “White Guard” counterrevolutionary. He was then expelled from the Soviet Writers’ Union and lost all his publishing contracts. As another Soviet Jewish poet, Alexander Galich, put it in his 1968 ballad in memory of Pasternak, in a blistering reference to writers who shrugged off his persecution as no big deal: “Well, it’s not prison or the camps, or execution.”
In fact, after the end of the Stalin era, relatively few dissenters in the Soviet Union went to prison, except for chronic troublemakers and those involved in organized activism. Mostly, the punishment for “thoughtcrime” was social ostracism and loss of access to respectable work or education — in other words, a pattern very similar to our current “cancel culture.” More common than being shipped off to a Gulag was the fate of a former journalist my parents knew in the late 1970s, who was hauling heavy loads for a living because he spoke against the 1968 Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia at an office meeting. In the milder, post‐Stalin phases of the Soviet regime, you had to be an actual dissenter to be punished by either prison or ostracism — in contrast to the Stalin era, when you could end up in the Gulag for unintentional missteps (like the father of one of my mother’s co‐workers, arrested because he was overheard saying that Stalin sounded tired in a radio address).
It’s also true that Soviet “cancellations” were always instigated by the regime and backed by the threat of state‐sponsored violence: You could get kicked out of college or lose your job today, go to prison tomorrow. And yes, that makes a huge difference. Yet the similarities in mindset remain, from the Soviet‐style calls for shunning ideologically deviant family members to the abject apologies for wrongthink to the repercussions for insufficiently vocal or genuine support for the cause, for instance, when the leadership of the Poetry Foundation is forced to resign after their statement expressing “solidarity with the Black community” and condemning “injustice and systemic racism” is blasted as inadequate and met with threats of boycott; or when a widely circulated Google document slams theaters for not speaking out on racial injustice, and then for posting messages of solidarity that feel “slapped together and hollow.”
The current anti‐racist moment demands that we politicize all personal life, and all art. The ubiquitous corporate messages of solidarity with Black Lives Matter — from Netflix to my bank’s website to Whole Foods — makes me think of the way slogans like “Forward to the victory of Communism!” and “The Party and the people are one” were woven into Soviet life at every step. It feels like a fake, forced demonstration of conformity — no matter how much I agree that we must do more to ensure that the inalienable rights to life and liberty are equally accessible to black Americans.
I know all too well that anti‐racist rhetoric can be weaponized in the most cynical ways: I grew up under a regime that weaponized such rhetoric as a propaganda tool while condoning actual rampant bigotry (including toward African students at Soviet universities). My own repugnance for racism certainly didn’t come from this propaganda; it it came from my parents, from my awareness of anti‐Semitism, and from reading American literature (“The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” and “To Kill a Mockingbird” were among my favorites).
Many of today’s anti‐racists are motivated by genuine and commendable concern about bigotry and inequity. But animating this anti‐racist moment and the cadre of activists seeking to build a utopia of absolute equality, cleansed of all broadly defined oppression or “harm” to any member of a traditionally disadvantaged group, I see the same passion that drove communism, whose anthem, “The Internationale,” famously promised “A brand‐new world we will create;/We who are nothing shall be all.” It has the same conviction that — to quote yet another Soviet slogan — “whoever is not with us is against us.” In today’s version, you are either actively anti‐racist as defined by the activists, or racist, with nothing in between.
These activists do not control a totalitarian regime, but they have a totalitarian mentality — and plenty of cultural power.
This story does not end well.