“A Good American Family” is his son’s moving attempt to recover what happened during those years. A veteran Washington Post journalist and Pulitzer Prize winner, David Maraniss is not out to expose his father’s secrets. To the contrary, he adores and admires the man who raised him. “It is hard for me to overstate how much of a force for good he was not only in my life and those of my siblings, but also in the lives of scores of newspaper people, professional acquaintances, and friends of the family,” David writes. “But there was a time when Elliott Maraniss was a communist.” The son sees in this a contradiction worth exploring: How could his father have been a loving parent and a patriotic citizen — the head of a genuinely “good American family” — and at the same time have flirted with Stalinism?
From a biographical perspective, there may be less to explain than this framing might suggest. Born in Boston in 1918, Elliott grew up mostly in the milieu of Jewish Brooklyn, where political radicalism was simply in the air. Elliott’s own father had been a “Wobbly,” a member of the militant Industrial Workers of the World. His high school principal was a socialist, devoted to educating the younger generation in the fine arts of skepticism and economic justice. Among the impressionable students at Elliott’s high school was the future playwright Arthur Miller, who would go on to write searing critiques of American capitalism and its spiritual cruelties, including “Death of a Salesman” and “The Crucible.” In such an environment, Elliott’s choice to become a communist was less a dramatic break than simply one of the available options.
In the mid-1930s, Elliott carried this ethos to the University of Michigan, where he quickly found a home within the passionate student left, which was busy taking on questions of mass unemployment and the rising fascist threat. While there, he also encountered powerful examples of radicalism in action. In one of the most engaging chapters of the book, Maraniss describes the heroic, if illegal, overseas journey of three young University of Michigan graduates, determined to fight in the Spanish Civil War as part of the communist-led Abraham Lincoln Brigade. Only two of those students returned alive, but when they did, some 600 Michigan students turned out for a banquet to celebrate them — “and that is how my parents met,” Maraniss writes. At that point, his mother, Mary — just 17 years old — was already a communist herself. Her brother was one of the boys returning from battle.
If this brand of radical politics was not so unusual in the 1930s, what distinguished Elliott and Mary is that they stayed on long after others left. For many young radicals of the era, the Nazi-Soviet Pact of 1939 marked a moment of disillusionment, an about-face by Stalin after years of outspoken opposition to fascism. Not so for Elliott and Mary. To the contrary, they followed the Soviet line and remained committed to communism, even as they got married and started a family. Their political practice led them not into espionage or subterfuge, but into causes that many Americans would now champion. During the war, Elliott served as an officer for an all-black segregated Army unit, a post rejected by many white officers but often sought out by communists committed to racial justice. Mary worked in defense plants while acting as a union steward in the UAW, one of the great industrial unions that communist organizers helped to create. When the war ended, they resumed their work together in the Young Communist League, the Progressive Party and the Civil Rights Congress, all while immersed in the thoroughly American baby boom project of expanding their nuclear family.
Maraniss speculates that his father might have abandoned communism after the war if his mother, the more somber and doctrinaire of the two, hadn’t pushed him to stay. The case is circumstantial: Elliott was so expansive and loving, with so much sympathy for human contradiction, that the idea of him as a lock-step Stalinist does not compute for his son. The book provides ample evidence of Elliott’s fine qualities, including a remarkably tender wartime letter written to his newborn son, Jim. But the conceit itself — that these qualities would somehow make him less of a communist — does not quite hold up. It seems far more likely that Elliott was not a grand exception: that, in contrast to our popular image of communists as ideological automatons or vicious spies, their world was full of big-hearted, passionate, intelligent people like Elliott and Mary, searching for a way to make a difference.
For the Maraniss parents, the whole project came crashing down in early 1952, when the HUAC decided to hold hearings in Detroit. On the day he received his subpoena to testify, Elliott was fired from his copy-reading job at the Hearst-owned Detroit Times. (For reasons not specified, Mary was not called before the committee.) The family then spent several years bouncing around in search of work for Elliott, their movements regularly tracked by the FBI. It was during this period that the parents finally broke from communism; “informants report no known recent CP or related activity on part of the Subject,” the FBI reported of Elliott. After several years of difficulty, the family finally settled in Madison, Wis., where Elliott built a successful career as a local editor and newsman, and set about rewriting his life.
By Hollywood standards, this is not an especially dramatic Red Scare story: There are no spectacular suicides or courtroom trials, no drunken Sen. Joseph McCarthy railing against the “communist menace” (except as a “shadowy presence in the background”). But this more subdued story tells us something equally important about how the Red Scare worked. Elliott’s persecutors came from the FBI and the HUAC, institutions that long outlasted McCarthy. And like most people targeted by the federal government, Elliott was not, exactly, wrongly accused. Maraniss argues persuasively that his father’s long-standing communist affiliation did not justify his firing and public humiliation: “Didn’t being a citizen of this country give him the freedom to affiliate with the politics of his choosing?” But acknowledging that accused communists were often, well, communists does change how we think about the larger story of the Red Scare. Rather than a drama of hysteria and false persecution, the Red Scare entailed the deliberate targeting and destruction of a genuine political community, one with a troubling relationship to the Soviet Union.
Through the process of writing his book, Maraniss began to understand the “pain and disorientation” his father must have felt during those years: hauled up before a government committee, fired by one employer after another, followed by the FBI and pressured (without success) to name names. What proves harder to capture is the thrill and attraction that drew his father to communism in the first place. This is in part because Elliott, like so many other Red Scare victims, ended up rewriting his own history, becoming a participant in the process of purging and erasure initiated by the government.
As the historian Landon Storrs has noted, once the Red Scare began to gain steam, many former communists denied their pasts, refashioning themselves as ordinary liberals or refusing to talk about politics altogether. This required not only erasing the trauma of McCarthyism but also playing down the pain of breaking with a cause that had once lent so much meaning to their lives. Like many ex-communists, when Elliott did discuss his communist past, he referred to it as a mistake, a relic from a time when he was “stubborn in my ignorance and aggressive in my prejudices.” “A Good American Family” shows us something more complex: that at one time, he thought it was possible to be a good communist, a good father and a good American all at once.
A Good American Family
The Red Scare and My Father
By David Maraniss
Simon & Schuster.
416 pp. $28