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On a recent trip to Washington, I was able to find the time to detour by the Museum of the Victims of Communism. It’s a new museum, it’s a small museum, but it’s a worthwhile museum. It’s also worth a few words.
I suspect that I was among the very first visitors. I believe it’s been open less than a month. I booked noon tickets. When I arrived at 11:30, the receptionist looked at me and said “you must be Bruce.” I believe that during my hour-long self-tour, we were the only two people in the building. So it’s fair to say that the crowds have not yet arrived.
Still, it’s an excellent exhibition at a central location—two blocks north of the White House—and it addresses a critical topic. The stories it relates are chilling, though not as chilling as the death tolls. The exhibits go around the world and across time, tallying the fall of European, African, Asian, and American countries to the evils of Communism. The larger downstairs exhibit focused on the Soviet Union, its conquests, and its satellites, sets a somber stage. An upstairs exhibit dedicated entirely to China’s 1989 Tiananmen Square massacre rounds it out.
One thought struck me as I was studying the sizable portion dedicated to Stalin. It’s a thought that’s been gelling for the past decade or so, as I’ve gotten to speak to more people familiar (sadly, many intimately so) with Eastern European Communism. And it’s a thought I find particularly chilling.