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ByDaniel M. Jaffe

My obsession with Soviet Jews began while studying politics and Russian at Princeton University in the mid-1970s. These were my people, after all. Was it not my duty to understand and help them? Of course it was. But what I did not at first appreciate was the underlying fact that my admiration for these people, my envy of their insistence upon living as they chose, had as much to do with my suffering as a closeted gay man in a homophobic society as with their sufferings as Jews in an anti-Semitic one.