My formative years happened at the time when freedom and dissidents were beautifully honored, and the complacent, boring apparatchiks were booted off their stale armchairs with laughter. In that moment, there was eternal truth. I remember.
It consoles me but I wish that the apparatchiks of today knew that one day, the language will be fixed, and they will be named correctly. When complacency transforms itself into cruelty, it only makes the good change come faster.