WW3: A Memoir. Part 3: The Wall

 “Berlin is the testicles of the West, every time I want the West to scream, I squeeze on Berlin.”
Nikita Khrushchev, 1962.


On the day that WW3 broke out on a Thursday on November 9, 1989,  I went to two of my three classes and then went for a run in Audubon Park.  After that I probably did laundry.

While I was having a normal day,  agitators tore down the wall that symbolized peace and balance in post-WW2 Europe.

 Nobody noticed the world slipped into WW3 that day, or if they did, they had the sense to not say anything and alarm everyone else.

The world was so much quieter before Twitter.

Stalin, Making Friends and Spreading Prosperity in 1946
Violent agitators smashing the Wall of Peace in Berlin 11/9/1989.


Who was to blame for starting WW3? Maybe Reagan.
Reagan, Blatantly copying Trump's future slogan.


 Maybe his nationalistic, anti-communist rhetoric, maybe his military spending, maybe his support of both Iran and Iraq, his involvement in Afghanistan and interventions in Latin America caused what was coming to happen.

Maybe it would have all happened anyway, perhaps everything Eisenhower said about the military-industrial complex was true.


This is Newsweek Magazine celebrating Reagan's role as a Jedi.


Pre-WW3 Europe. Balanced. Red, white and blue like the Russian flag.

Map of 1991. Poor Russia.

Less than 2 years after the Berlin Wall was torn down on that horrible horrible day, the Warsaw Pact would crumble and the Soviet Union would cease to exist.

Maybe, just maybe, if someone had noticed WW3 had started, they would have ended it quickly, cheaply before it spread to four more continents.

Maybe there would have been a world-wide disarmament race. 

But there wasn't.

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