Returning to the United States in June 1951 after two years in Europe, I.F. Stone—The Nation’s former Washington correspondent—couldn’t help noticing that “the land of the free and the home of the brave” was rapidly becoming “the land of the belly-crawler and the home of the fearful.”

Stone himself had good reason to be nervous. Though Joseph McCarthy had barely launched his eponymous “ism,” under President Harry Truman (who’d issued his infamous Loyalty Order in 1947) the American Inquisition was already in full cry. Witch hunts targeting communists, homosexuals, and fellow travelers claimed ever more careers—and lives. Sailing into New York Harbor with his wife and children, Stone thought, “Oh boy! Here’s where I lose my passport.” Instead, the customs official offered him a warm “Zie gur gezint!” (Go in good health)—although, three months later, the State Department did refuse to renew it. Within a year, Stone was out of work—and unemployable, until he launched his one-man newsletter, I.F. Stone’s Weekly.

Like the blacklisted screenwriter Dalton Trumbo, Stone had earned the right to pass judgment on what, in a nod to Émile Zola, Trumbo dubbed “the Time of the Toad”:

in which the nation turns upon itself in a kind of compulsive madness to…exalt all that is vile, and to destroy any heretical minority which asserts toad-meat not to be the delicacy which governmental edict declares it…. [H]eralds of the Time of the Toad are the loyalty oath [and] the compulsory revelation of faith.

Reflecting back on that era in an issue marking The Nation’s 100th anniversary, Trumbo wrote:

They know the power of their weapon, and our fear of it, and even a small crisis is better than none. But what they especially dream of is a profound crisis, that anguished crisis of the spirit which tears us to pieces every thirty or forty years, one that will soften our hearts to the tall fierce strangers who stand outside the door and cry salvation.

So, yes, we—the country, our democracy, and this magazine—have all been here before. What have we learned? Judging by the epidemic of belly-crawling radiating from Wall Street to the flock of (borrowing again from Trumbo) “sheep in a sheepskin” at Broadway and 116th Street, not much.

Perhaps we shouldn’t be surprised that an Ivy League university would cave at the threat of losing $400 million in federal funds—though given Columbia’s $15 billion endowment, that’s a smaller bite than many New Yorkers pay in income tax. Identifying, conditioning, and credentialing the ruling class is what Ivy League universities are for. But as someone profoundly shaped by my own encounter with Columbia’s core curriculum, I do find it shocking—and shameful—that its administration sees more virtue in placating Caesar than in defending democracy. As for the craven conduct of the law firm Paul, Weiss, while (as Orson Welles put it) Hollywood’s cowards betrayed their friends “not to save their lives, but to save their swimming pools,” the firm’s leadership sold out its partners, and the rule of law, not to save the country but to protect its rainmaker. Those white shoes may never come clean.

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