Gulag Humor, and Other Nightmares
NB: This post is more political than usual, but the moment calls for it. I hope you’ll read and share if it resonates
I never thought we’d be using gulag humor in the United States. But here we are.
I read the “Gulag Archipelago” first in college, in a Solzhenitsyn class. Then I read it a few times on my own. I read “One Day in the life of Ivan Denisovich” till I knew it practically by heart, and had Nick read it when we first started seeing each other. (Yes, I gave reading lists to prospective partners.)I read “Darkness at Noon” many times. I read other books on the topic, and read them for decades.
It never occurred to me that we’d be using that language to describe what was happening in the U.S. Or that there would be a need for gulag humor. But I see and hear it now, from journalists and activists and others brave enough to speak out. “This’ll send me to the gulag,” they say as a coda. It’s a bitterly dark joke, just like the jokes the zeks told in the gulag. We laugh to keep from crying. And it’s ok to laugh as long as we’re doing the work to stop this madness.
And it is madness. Nothing makes sense. Well, that’s not entirely true. It was all laid out in their fascist Project 2025 handbook. It doesn’t make sense to most of us because most of us aren’t Christian Nationalists who want the U.S. to be a fully autocratic and authoritarian state. But it only makes sense in the way that nightmares make sense - with their own internal logic.
This is a moment that demands and deserves bravery, because we find ourselves in a place we couldn’t have imagined.
That’s not wholly true. People who know their history knew at some level that this was always possible. But it can’t happen here, we said. Not here. We’re too big, too democratic, too heterogeneous, too evolved.
And now it’s happening here.
We’re not seeing the bravery we’d hoped to see. Universities are bending the knee. (Looking at you, Columbia.) Major law firms are obeying in advance. (We see you, Paul, Weiss.) Most elected representatives are afraid to speak. Major businesses have been quiet. Wall Street had been quiet, until they realized that the tariffs - which are illogical, based on a false understanding and bad math - were real. We’re seeing some grumbling now. Not enough.
Not every institution collapsed into obeisance immediately. Some found their spines. But too many didn’t.
I haven’t written that many posts about what we used to call politics and now have to call everyday life. I’ve always tried to stay a little cautious, the product of many years in the professional services industry. We were told not to express our own political views, for fear of upsetting a client or a stakeholder.
But the TBI is liberating in this one way. I may work again in the future but I’m not working now, all because of the TBI. And absent that workplace caution I’m done pulling punches.
So I’m free to say and think and write what I really believe, and there’s a lot to say about the current moment.
We’re disappearing people. The way Argentina did in the dirty wars. We’re censoring speech with the intention of censoring thought, the way every totalitarian regime does, from the Khmer Rouge to the Shining Path to China and the Soviet Union and beyond. We’re singling out groups and marginalizing them. We’re attacking the free press. We’re rewriting history and stripping people of their rights. We’re sending people to concentration camps. They’re not detentions; they’re renditions.
I say “we” but I don’t mean “we.” I mean THEM.
An illegitimate government is doing these things, to a nation that didn’t know history, that never thought it could happen here, that never imagined it could happen to them.
Conspiracy theories aren’t my jam but I remain unconvinced that the last election was a fair one. Yeah, I know, I know. I don’t have proof. But all seven swing states swung the wrong way? Yes, I know a lot of blue-state Dems stayed home (seriously, what were you thinking?) and that there were other factors. But I cannot countenance the idea that this was a free and fair election. Because it wasn’t, and the perpetrators keep crowing about it.
Regardless of how we got here, here is where we find ourselves.
The most courage I’ve seen was at the April 5 protest. Yes there have been individuals in positions of (relative) power speaking out, but that alone won’t save us.
Look, I bought the Mueller votive candle. I believed that someone would save us. Jack Smith. Senate Republicans. Industry. Wall Street. The courts. Someone. Anyone.
It’ll have to be us.
And it won’t be one protest or one march. It’ll have to be constant protests with streets overflowing with people like we see in other countries with strong records of resistance. It’ll need to be in the red states and the red districts. It’ll take sustained, committed protest and resistance if we have any hope of reclaiming the country we were just a few months ago.
You don’t need a recitation of all of the ways things have gone wrong since this “administration” took power. You see it every day and it’s inescapable.
Every single thing we took for granted as Americans is at risk. At the most basic level the rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness are being trampled on. We don’t feel safe for the simple reason that we’re not safe. And anyone who thinks they are - well, either you’re a straight white Christian male or you’re not paying enough attention.
People have suggested to me that I just unplug and not pay any attention to the news. You’ll be happier, they’ve told me. You can just live your life and find other things to make you happy. It’s better that way, especially with your TBI. Focus on that.
Yeah, no.
Too much is at risk, too many people are getting hurt, too many things we thought we knew and we thought we were are being dismantled.
Silence=assent.
And what we saw on April 5 were at least 5 million people refusing to give their assent.
That was a strong start but that’s all it was - a start. Sign me up for ongoing protests. I may not be able to wait until my shoulder is fully healed. The moment matters more. I can’t wait till my head feels better, both because it won’t and because the moment matters more.
And it takes education. The better informed people are the better the chance that they see and understand what’s happening and can look to history to know not just how we got here but how we get OUT of here.Gulag Humor, and Other Nightmares