Witness (Cold War Classics)
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First published in 1952, Witness is the true story of Soviet spies in America and the trial that captivated a nation. Part literary effort, part philosophical treatise, this intriguing autobiography recounts the famous Alger Hiss case and reveals much more. Chambers' worldview and his belief that "man without mysticism is a monster" went on to help make political conservatism a national force.
Regnery History's Cold War Classics edition is the most comprehensive version of Witness ever published, featuring forewords collected from all previous editions, including discussions from luminaries William F. Buckley Jr., Robert D. Novak, Milton Hindus, and Alfred S. Regnery. Witness will appeal to movie audiences looking forward to Steven Spielberg's upcoming blockbuster Cold War movie, Bridge of Spies.
a sultry dawn. Nor did I mention that night to Wadleigh merely to relieve my feelings. I hoped to implant some dim sense of turmoil to him as the only way I knew of disturbing Wadleigh’s faith, too. It was about as far as I dared go with anyone. For if they had known what my turmoil was about, my fellow slaves would gladly have tried to prevent my escape. Therefore, I prepared my break carefully over the months, taking a series of practical precautions, which I have described earlier, and whose
million Americans would gain a completely mistaken notion of the balance of political forces in the country of which Bismarck had said: “Who controls Bohemia controls Europe.” I refused to run the cable or any part of it. The ensuing storm swept from the editorial to the executive floors of Time. Clearly, I was behaving like a despot. Part of an editor’s business, I pointed out, is to be a brute. But it was felt that I was questioning the integrity of a correspondent. I was not questioning
is a little less my son, and a little more a soldier of the inevitable war. That wave of his is, in fact, the saddest of farewells.” XXXIII Shortly before Christmas, 1947, Time asked me to write a cover story about Rebecca West and her new book, The Meaning of Treason. I began the piece by saying: “When, in 1936, General Emilio Mola announced that he would capture Madrid because he had four columns outside the city and a fifth column of sympathizers within, the world pounced on the
of what I had told the Committee was indispensable to Hiss because on it hinged the question: whether he must identify me at all, or whether he could continue the simpler, less entangling tactic of failing to recognize me. The record of the hearing shows, in his own words, that, on August 16th, Hiss came prepared to use either tactic, and that it was not until the middle of the session that the weight of questioning made him decide that non-recognition would no longer work. Then he switched to
difficult to break the news I had for her. She was halfway down the stairs now and could see my face. “You mean,” she asked incredulously, “you don’t know that Alger Hiss has been indicted?” She threw her arms around me. I said something about Alger’s mother. “Oh, I do think of her,” said my mother. “Poor woman! Oh, poor woman!” 14 1949 I The years changed. 1948 passed into 1949. Among the years, 1949 is to me the dead year, a dreariness differentiated chiefly by spasms of a