Refugees, 1961
ALAN writes:
Western Europeans are now fleeing into Hungary to escape from the tyranny of diversity-and-multiculturalism imposed upon them by their governments. Sixty years ago it was the other way around: Families were fleeing out of Hungary to escape from the tyranny of Communism. I came to know one such family. They would find rich irony in that historic reversal.
One day in or about 1961, a new boy appeared in my class at St. Anthony of Padua parochial school in south St. Louis. He and I were the same age but he was a little bigger than me and he spoke two languages, while I was still learning to deal with one.
I can’t recall precisely how we became friends. Perhaps he asked me for advice or perhaps our teacher encouraged us to become acquainted because she knew I was a good pupil who wouldn’t steer him wrong and because his family lived only a block away from mine.
My new friend’s name was Leslie. Some fellow students taunted him because when speaking to his younger brother, he spoke in his first language: Hungarian. It sounded strange, of course, and some boys believed (wrongly) that they were talking about them when in fact they were talking only about family or personal matters.
Whatever they talked about did not bother me. I saw no point in taunting them. I was a loner of sorts, quiet, obedient, an only child, and somewhat naïve. Leslie and his younger brother treated me right, so I did the same in return. Thus we became friends. On some days we walked home from school together. His mother had an appointment at some doctor’s office whose whereabouts were a complete mystery to her. So my mother offered to drive her there. They became friends.
Leslie’s parents and their four children were one of tens of thousands of families who fled from Hungary in 1956 because they preferred to go on living rather than be tyrannized or murdered by the Communist goons who reasserted their power in response to the short-lived Hungarian Revolution. (more…)






