Grist: Back in the `40s, my grandmother lost her scholarship to college after the school found out she had attended a meeting run by a communist organization. Whoever made the call that my grandmother was a communist rabblerouser no longer deserving educational subsidy was clearly acting on bad intel. It would be hard to think of a more terrible communist than my grandmother: she loved playing the stock market.
As someone who enjoys hanging out with both spooks and radicals, I leave a greater trail of...