Stavanger Communist Party

Stavanger Communist Party The local communist party of my youth was a fun place they had frequent parties with music and dance and illegal booze in the bushes, in the dark unpainted years after the war when entertainment was tambourine and bible thumping. My uncle spoke at meetings he painted a picture of utopia for the workers a short working week and jobs for the wheelchair bound, like other members he lived in a naïve cocoon that had little to do with real life. As the country shook off the grimness of the gloomy years there was work for all, and the party shrank in a short time disappeared; there were so many places to dance. I can still hear my uncle's voice talks of “the dictatorship of the masses” equal pay for all; we are getting nearer but there are those who try to take it away from us.