One year (1990), during a sabbatical from Wesleyan, I worked with Lee Dlugin of the International Department in a small paper-cluttered office on West 23rd Street. Lee had been a roommate of my first wife Nina when they were in college. At one time when Nina and I were in New York, we had run into Lee and her newly-wed husband, also from the Party, and as it turned out to be their wedding day, we took them out to dinner to celebrate. My task in 1990? - ghost writer of international correspondence on behalf of the Party. At that time I still hoped for the development of the global communist movement.
Like so many communists, I was deeply wounded by the collapse of the Soviet Union and the socialist governments of Eastern Europe. But I was better prepared for this than most because of my years in the Soviet Union. In fact I remember perhaps the only time I ever went to a Central Committee meeting of the CPUSA. It somewhere near the end (probably in 1990). I tried to speak about the problems of the Soviet Union, but no one would listen. As I looked around the table at perhaps 20 people I realized that I was the only one that spoke good Russian or who had actually lived and worked in the Soviet Union. It wasn't even just an ideological issue. Not only had they invested their lives in believing that the Soviet Union would show the way to communism, but also the major income of the Party came from money sent by the Soviet Union to pay for bundles of the Peoples Weekly World newspaper. They just couldn't face the possibility that it was collapsing. Around this time I had a lunch with Victor Perlo, the veteran economist of the Party, and discussed with him my findings about the impending collapse of the Soviet Economy (eventually published in Political Affairs - see internet reference above). I got the feeling that he could not really understand what I was talking about!
The last convention I attended was that of December 1991 in Cleveland. Following the crash of the Soviet Union, many loyal communists rebelled against the old-fashioned leadership of Gus Hall at the same time as the FBI apparently gave orders to its many agents in the Party to wreak havoc and split. Hence, the convention was split. My own loyalties, weakened as they were by events, remained with the old guard but I remained on good terms with those splitting. One good friend, Barry Cohen (see photo with Marvel Cooke), who was editor of the Party newspaper, even asked me to mediate at a certain point, but it was too late. The convention was chaotic, and the Party lost many, perhaps half of its members.
Joelle Fishman did not falter but kept on organizing in New Haven and on a national level in charge of the Party's political work. I remained in touch with the Party during my years in France where the French Party helped me enormously to get oriented and to start work when I went to live in Paris. I kept in touch with the Party after my return from UNESCO to the States, but I did not rejoin. When I moved into New Haven I joined the city Peace Commission and worked with Joelle on that level since she was its most active member.