Phyllis Chesler married an Afghan and went to live in Afghanistan when she was not much more than a teenager. She wrote a remarkable book about her experience, but also learned a lifetime worth of insight that we ought to be able to learn from in the West but won’t and do not. Bad luck for us. But this latest article of hers, The Truth-Teller’s Gulag, is about the chill that fell on her work and her friendships when she joined those who defend Israel.

I am an intellectual and a writer and I live in the West. I have not been physically beaten, imprisoned, or tortured, nor have my books been burned. However, I have been cast into a peculiar kind of Gulag. After a long and successful career, my work—both past and current—has been “disappeared” by those who once praised it.

It is like with everything that is disapproved by the left. It might as well not exist. Read the whole story of the fate that befell a clear-headed woman of courage who tried to talk sense and honesty to a world that doesn’t want the truth to be heard and will do everything it can to stop it. You don’t go to the gulag; where you go is into Coventry which turns out to be even more effective because you still have your right to free speech. You only no longer have a right to be heard.