A crumpled newspaper lay in the trash bin. A janitor, deeming its content insufficiently patriotic, alerted the FBI.
Thus ensued my grandfather’s ordeal. Alexander Levine, a decorated Army veteran after whom I’m named, endured a years-long series of federal investigations and Loyalty Board hearings. The damage to his family, his career and his dignity cut deep for the rest of his life.
But that was the 1950s. The culture has progressed since then, right? We’ve learned from McCarthyism. From Salem. From Dreyfus.