One morning more than a quarter of a century ago, when I made the familiar turn from University Place east onto 12th Street toward “the building, “there were some 20 or 30 men near the entrance shouting, “Where are Feffer and Markish?”The names of these Soviet writers meant nothing to me—I had no background in Yiddish culture. But it was clear that the demonstrators were hurling their question as an accusation toward the nine-story building that housed the Communist party, the Daily Worker, ...