I find that safe means different things to different people. It makes it possible for one to only look at small portions of their lives and if those are okay then they feel safe. Familiar is often equated with safety.
There are many stories from the late 1930s of European and American intellectuals being taken on stage-managed tours of the Soviet Union, nearly all of them returning to their home countries with glowing reviews of what they had seen. An exception was the novelist Andre Gide’s account, Back from the USSR, where he claimed that artistic and other freedoms were in even worse shape there than in Hitler’s Germany.
In one of the most remarkable comments I’ve ever come across, the philosopher Simone de Beauvoir recalled the impact of Gide’s book on her own circle of Communists: “We had never imagined the USSR to be a paradise, but we had also never seriously questioned the construction of socialism. It was inconvenient to be required to do so at the very moment that we felt disgusted by the policies of the democracies. Was there nowhere on earth where we…
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