..."But even if he had, I would not have told him about a bar in the East Village right here in the Bagel. Its name is KGB, and it’s jammed to the rafters every night, especially on Sundays. The corporate symbol of the bar is a hammer-and-sickle, and writers of a certain persuasion read from their work in progress and publishers come to applaud. In view of the fact that writers were among the first to be tortured and killed by the KGB, it is obvious that the scribblers have come around and learned to love Big Brother. My question is this: how long would a New York club named Gestapo, with posters of Treblinka and portraits of Julius Streicher plastered on its walls, stay open for business? Why have we turned a blind eye to those who suffered and died under Stalin?"

The Spectator