Farewell My Country, Ch 1

Chapter 1

Monday, October 18, 1953 New York County Courthouse
Dr. Jack Sargent Harris, with the stride of a military man, walked into the smoke-filled senate chamber crowded with reporters and photographers whose light bulbs flashed at him. Undisturbed by the tumult, he walked toward the front of the chamber and sat next to his attorney, Leonard Boudin. Both men sat solemnly as the speaker seated on a raised platform with seven others, struck a gavel to bring the hearing to order.
Senator Patrick McCarran of Nevada cleared his throat, leaned into a microphone and pointed his stubby finger at the accused. “All right, Dr. Harris, you know why you’ve been called to this hearing. You have been accused of being a Communist, a traitor to your country. You can make matters much better for yourself by giving me the names of five people you know who are or were Communists. That’s all you have to do. Give me five names. After that you can get back to whatever you do at the United Nations. If you don’t give me those names, I promise you, you’ll lose your job at the U.N., and you’ll never teach in any American university again.” Leaning closer to the microphone, he said, “Do I make myself clear? You’ll be blacklisted, branded a Communist, a traitor to your country. You have forty-eight hours to decide.” Continue reading “Farewell My Country, Ch 1”