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Why I Am No Longer a Leftist By David Horowitz / 1986

David Horowitz (author) joins Dave Rubin to discuss the Communist Party, Black Panthers, his 1986 column ‘Why I am No Longer a Leftist,’ as well as his views on gay marriage, abortion, Islam, Donald Trump, and more.
This article first appeared in The Village Voice, September 30, 1986.

My life as a leftist began with a May Day Parade in 1948, when I was nine years old, and lasted for more than twenty-five years until December 1974, when a murder committed  by my political comrades brought my radical career to an end. My parents had joined the Communist Party along with many other idealistic Americans in the 1930s before I was born. Just as today’s leftists believe that the seeds of justice have been planted by the Marxist Sandinistas in Nicaragua,  my parents and their radical friends saw them blooming in Soviet Russia, which many of them visited during Stalin’s purges. Not even the testimony of a Bolshevik legend like the exiled Trotsky could persuade them that they were deceived about the “new society” they thought they saw under construction in the socialist state. Confident that their own ideals were pure, my parents and their political friends dismissed Trotsky and others whose experience had caused them to know better, smearing them as “counter-revolutionaries,” “anti-Soviets” and “renegades.”

Twenty years later, when my parents had reached middle age, their arrogance betrayed them and took away their self-respect. In 1956 power shifted in the Kremlin, and my parents along with the rest of the progressive left discovered that the socialist future they had served all their lives was a monstrous lie. They had thought they were fighting for social justice, for the powerless and the poor.

“When Castro established his own dictatorship and gulag and joined the Soviet axis…. I averted my eyes from the truth.”

But in reality they had served a gang of cynical despots who had slaughtered more peasants, caused more hunger and human misery, and killed more leftists like themselves than all the capitalist governments since the beginning of time.

After Stalin’s death, it was the confrontation with this reality, and not Senator Joe McCarthy’s famous crusade, which demoralized and destroyed the old Communist guard in America. I was seventeen at the time, and at the funeral of the Old Left I swore to myself I would not repeat my parents’ fate. I would never be loyal to a movement based on a lie or be complicit in political crimes; I would never support a cause that required the suppression of its own truths, whether by self-censorship or firing squads or political smears. But my youth prevented me from comprehending what the catastrophe had revealed. I continued to believe in the fantasy of the socialist future. When a New Left began to emerge a few years later, I was ready to believe that it was a fresh beginning and eager to assist at its birth.

For a long time I was able to keep the promises I had made. As an activist and writer in the movement of the Sixties, I never endorsed what I knew to be a lie or concealed what I knew to be a crime. I never stigmatized a dissenting view as morally beyond the pale. At the same time, however, I closed my eyes to evidence that would have shown me the left had not really changed at all. Like the rest of my radical comrades, I welcomed Castro’s triumph in Cuba, which he proclaimed a revolution of “bread without terror” and “neither red nor black but Cuban olive green.” When Castro established his own dictatorship and gulag and joined the Soviet axis, I too blamed his dereliction on the anti-Communist phobia of the United States, and I averted my eyes from the truth.

A decade later, when the Vietnam War came to an end, there was a massive exodus from the New Left by those who had joined its ranks to avoid military service. I stayed. I had never been eligible for the draft and had joined the movement in order to serve the progressive ideal.

“ The following year the woman I’d hired as a bookkeeper for the Center was kidnapped, sexually tormented, and brutally murdered by my Black Panther comrades.”


In 1974 I began a new project with the Black Panther Party, which the New Left had identified in the Sixties as the “vanguard of the revolution.” I raised the funds to create a “Community Learning Center” for the Panthers in the heart of the East Oakland ghetto. The Center provided schooling and free meals to 150 children, and community services to an even larger number of adults. The following year the woman I had hired as a bookkeeper for the Center was kidnapped, sexually tormented, and then brutally murdered by my Black Panther comrades.

When I first discovered what had happened, I was paralyzed with fear, a fear that grew as I learned about other murders and violent crimes the Panthers had committed—all without retribution from the law. At the time, the left saw the Panthers as a persecuted vanguard, victimized by racist police because of their role in the liberation struggle. The Panthers’ leader had found refuge from several criminal indictments in Castro’s Cuba; the Party’s spokesmen appeared regularly at progressive rallies to agitate against capitalist “repression” at home. In the eyes of the left, the Panthers were what they always had been: an embodiment of the progressive idea. To defend them against the “fascist” attacks of the police was a radical’s first responsibility and task.

In reality the Panthers were a criminal gang that preyed on the black ghetto itself. With the weapons they had justified as necessary for “self-defense” against “racist authority,” they pursued various avenues of criminal violence which included extortion, drug-trafficking and murder. Not all the murders they committed had a monetary rationale. Some were merely gratuitous, as when they killed a leader of the Black Students Union at Grove Street College in Oakland because he had inadvertently insulted one of their enforcers. The Oakland police were aware of the Panthers’ criminal activities; but were rendered powerless to stop them by the nationwide network of liberal and radical Panther supporters who sprang to their defense.

With community fronts like the school I had created, with lobbyists in the state house and activists in the streets, with million-dollar defense funds and high-powered attorneys, with civil liberties organizations ready with lawsuits and witnesses ready to perjure themselves, the New Left provided the Panthers with an Achilles Shield that protected them from the law. All the celebrated “Cointelpro” programs of the Nixon White House and the anti-subversive campaigns of the FBI, all the alleged wiretaps and infiltrations of the Panther organization, could not provide the means to sustain a single legal conviction against the Panthers for their crimes, or prevent the 20 or more murders they committed, including that of the woman I had hired. During a decade of radical protest as reckless in its charges as it was indiscriminate in its targets, the left had made civil authority in America so weak that the law could not punish ordinary criminal acts when committed by its progressive vanguard.

Because of what I knew, I myself now lived in fear of the Panther terror. In my fear, it became impossible for me not to connect these events with the nightmares of the radical past. Just as Stalin had used the idealism and loyalty of my parents’ generation to commit his crimes in the Thirties, so the Panthers had used my generation’s idealism in the Sixties. My political odyssey had come full circle. When I was beginning, I had promised myself that I would never be silent when confronted by such misdeeds; that I would fight within the left for the same justice as the left demanded of the world outside. But now I discovered that I could not keep my promise and remain a part of the movement I had served. Because a progressive vanguard had committed the crime, my duty as a progressive was to defend the criminal. As a result, the left suddenly became a hostile terrain for me. I had already been threatened by the Panthers to keep silent about what I knew. The facts I knew would not be conclusive evidence in a court of law; but they posed a threat to the Panthers’ political shield. If their criminal acts were exposed to the left, the Panthers might lose their protection and support.

But even if I told what I knew, the Panthers might have little to fear. The whole history of the radical past, from Trotsky on, warned that my individual truth would have little effect on the attitude of the left. Confronted by such a truth, the left would seek first to ignore and then to discredit it, because it was damaging to the progressive cause.

At the murdered woman’s funeral, I had approached her daughter, who was 18 and a radical like me. On the way to the graveside, I told her that I was convinced the Panthers had killed her mother. The daughter’s grief for her mother was great, but so was the solidarity she felt for black people who were oppressed and for their revolutionary vanguard. When later she was asked publicly about the tragedy, she said that as far as she was concerned the Panthers were above suspicion. To suggest the contrary was racist.

“All my previous life of dedication and commitment to the radical cause overnight would count for nothing. ”


What the daughter of the murdered woman did was “politically correct.” I knew at the time that if I were to step forward and publicly accuse the Panthers of the crime, I would be denounced by my own community in the name of the values we shared. All my previous life of dedication and commitment to the radical cause overnight would count for nothing. My own comrades would stigmatize me as a “racist,” shun me as a “renegade” and expel me from their ranks.

My dedication to the progressive cause had made me self-righteous and arrogant and blind. Now a cruel and irreversible crime had humbled me and restored my sight. I had started out with others of my generation confident that we were wiser than our parents and would avoid their radical fate. But all our wisdom had been vanity. I could no longer feel superior to the generation that had been silent during the years of Stalin’s slaughters. The Stalinists and the Panthers may have operated on stages vastly different in scale, but ultimately their achievements were the same. Stalin and the Panthers were ruthless exploiters of the radical dream; just like our forbears, my comrades and I were credulous idealists who had served a criminal lie.

Years later Betty’s daughter, Tamara Baltar, came to the conclusion that the Panthers had murdered her mother. With the help of friends, she hired a private detective who had worked regularly for leftwing defense attorneys to investigate the case. His report concluded that the Panthers were responsible for the murder of Betty Van Patter.

Through this microcosm I saw what I had failed to see 18 years before, at the time of “de-Stalinization,” when the New Left was born. The problem of the left was not Stalin or “Stalinism.” The problem was the left itself.

Although the Panther vanguard was isolated and small, its leaders were able to rob and kill without incurring the penalty of law. They were able to do so because the left had made the Panthers a law unto themselves—the same way the left had made Stalin a law unto himself—the same way the left makes Fidel Castro and the Sandinista comandantes laws unto themselves.

By crowning the criminals with the halo of humanity’s hope, the left shields them from judgment for their criminal deeds. Thus in the name of revolutionary justice, the left defends revolutionary injustice; in the name of human liberation, the left creates a new world of oppression.

The lesson I had learned for my pain turned out to be modest and simple: the best intentions can lead to the worst results. I had believed in the left because of the good it had promised. Now I learned to judge it by the evil it had done.

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  • Terry October 17, 2022, 8:19 AM

    And now, are these Panther associates holding high offices in the Biden administration? Thanks to the top Commie in the USA, Obozo The Great. Just my humble question.

    I do very much admire David Horowitz for coming out of the leftist fold and telling it like it is.

  • John A. Fleming October 17, 2022, 9:11 AM

    Notice that Horowitz still thinks he’s the smart guy, he can’t admit that he himself, his parents, and everybody he knows are useful idiots.

  • james wilson October 17, 2022, 9:18 AM

    A man journys from messianic revolutionary communist Jew to left-wing Jew and we are so grateful that we declare victory. He still speaks of the devil Trotsky like he was a saint.

    • Vanderleun October 17, 2022, 5:53 PM

      Too much perfection is a mistake.

      • james wilson October 18, 2022, 12:05 AM

        Perfection doesn’t make my top twenty. But he’s your friend and I’ll honor that.

        As for the rest of us, we have so shriveled in the decades of falsehood, thirsted so long in vain for the refreshing drops of truth, that as soon as they fall on our faces we tremble with joy. “At last!” we cry, and we forgive the dust laden whirlwind which has blown up with them, and the radioactive fallout which they conceal. We so rejoice in every little word of truth, so utterly suppressed until recent years, that we forgive those who first voice it for us all their near misses, all their inexactitudes, even a portion of error greater than the portion of truth, simply because “something at least, something at last has been said!”

  • John Venlet October 17, 2022, 9:36 AM

    Perhaps the most interesting aspect of rather well known individuals who have fled the left/commie/socialist fold, is how quickly they become persona non grata, not only to their left/commie/socialist ilk friends, but to alleged conservatives. Their testimony of the evils within the left/commie/socialist fold falls on completely deaf ears.

  • Mike Austin October 17, 2022, 11:33 AM

    I heard Horowitz’ confession about “leaving the Left” many times. It is becoming a bit tiresome. It can be summed up as a whole lot of words, a whole lot of petty minutiae, a whole lot of associations with a whole lot of weird, neurotic and psychotic people. Pity that Horowitz had not the insight to understand all of this when he was swimming in it. Better late than never I suppose.

    • Vanderleun October 17, 2022, 5:52 PM

      Actually, Horowitz DID discover it while he was swimming in it. I saw him discover it.

  • Arrest All Eagles Fans October 17, 2022, 12:18 PM

    Dank meme spotted, those who have never opened a history book have more sympathy for communism.
    Communism and its stepping stone socialism are not failures for their real purpose is to destroy.
    Nihilists cannot create anything so they get busy destroying.

  • Casey Klahn October 17, 2022, 1:38 PM

    I wouldn’t piss on a communist, today, if he were on fire. I’d laugh.

    • ghostsniper October 17, 2022, 2:54 PM

      I’d spray it down with a can of ether.
      Then go to the store and get another dozen cans.

  • Kevin Dickson October 17, 2022, 4:05 PM

    After getting my 4 children through college I decided to get a degree for myself. It had been on my Bucket List ever since I was discharged from the Navy in 1979. So at 60 I began earning my degree in History. I had heard, from the right wing alternative news outlets, that communism had taken over our Universities. So…..I expected to find professors who leaned to the left. I was shocked to discover that the majority of them were proud self proclaimed Marxist who used their classrooms as pulpit for their activism. And this is Texas…….not a place you would expect to find gatherings of red parasites…….but here you are.

  • Anonymous October 17, 2022, 6:16 PM

    Now he’s no longer a Leftist and runs a Neocon Operation (David Horowitz Freedom Center … Freedom Yay! Boom Boom Boomers!) featuring the war monger Caroline Glick late (officially only, mind you) of Israeli Military Intelligence and the more entertaining Sultan Knish == Dan Greenfield who at least pays some lip service to Nativist American concerns. Bruce Bawer anyone?

    He’s no-longer a a Leftist because he’s determined that being a leftist is not currently Good for the State of Israel ™. Dumping on Arabs / Muslims is the name of the game for the present decades. But don’t you worry… in a hundred or five hundred years, there’ll be a Horowitz promoting leftism or Morris Dancing as Universally Morally Right and The Only Good Way to Go About It for Everyone for as long as it’s in his tribe’s perceived best interests to do so.

    • ThisIsNotNutella October 17, 2022, 6:17 PM

      Dang. Forgot to sign off on my calumnies. Again. It’s the frothing at the mouth distracts me. What to do? What to do?

      But seriously, folks… You don’t need highly talented Aliens telling you what do do or what to think. You’re perfectly capable of nutting things out for yourselves. Aren’t you?

  • Rhh0nda October 19, 2022, 11:20 PM

    I don’t care what Mr. Horowitz thinks or feels.
    I don’t care what Mr. Rubin thinks or feels.
    I don’t know them. Their opinions, feelings or thoughts are not interesting, necessary, needed or wanted.
    I have never believed running your mouth, in support of other people running their mouth is a worthy pursuit, a job or even a career.
    Raking leaves is a healthier, more productive, consequential use of time than watching?, listening? to 2 over grown gossips with diarrhea mouth and Kardashian syndrome.

    • ThisIsNotNutella October 20, 2022, 12:10 AM

      To paraphrase Trotsky (but of course he was one too):

      You may not be interested in the Deep Thoughts of Influential Jews, but the Deep Thoughts of Influential Jews are Interested in You.