This is a very long yet very compelling story of how Communists, working through a federally financed program recruited a young man and educated him into becomming a communist. The author later quit the party and became a Christian. Its a bit slanted but I do hope you find it interesting.

http://www.christianheritagemins.org/articles/ConfessionStalin.htm

My Introduction To Stalin’s Missionaries

I was born and raised in a conservative southern Wisconsin community.

While working on a weekly newspaper in 1935, I received* a letter through the FERA* informing me that I could attend without cost, a “Worker’s *Federal Employment Relief Administration.

School" at the University of Wisconsin. I accepted the offer, went to Wisconsin and enrolled. It was a typical New Deal project, completely Communist controlled.

We were daily taught in the class rooms how to organize a worker's society. The alleged advantages of a Socialist or Communist system were constantly discussed. In the evening, students would gather around the piano and sing revolutionary songs, such as “The Internationale.”

One night, a student invited a group of us to attend a closed Communist lecture. The

meeting was held in the base*ment of the home of a Party member. The speaker was a young man from New York by the name of Cohen. He gave a report on th Seventh World Congress of the Communist Party.

He called us Liberals, and said lwe were like armies without generals, or plans to carry out our campaign. He siad our hit-and-miss policy would lead the working classes to destruction. Only by developing trained leadership could we attain the goal of a new world order, or international Communism!

Cohen declared that the Communist Party was the vanguard of the mases and its membership comprised the generals for the coming revolution.

During the course of the meeting, he made some remarks against the LaFollette brothers which caused me to protest. This angred the apeaker. I was literally thrown out by two husky fellows. Within a year the speaker and I had become close friends. We had many laighs over the experience.

My parents were old-fashioned Christians. Sunday mornings always found the entire family in Church. It was a little white frame building.

Here we barefooted boys would gather with other youngsters around an old coal stove, in one corner, and be taught from the pages of God’s Word. After Sunday school, we joined our parents for morning worship. This was usually followed by a picnic dinner on the lawn of the Church.

There would be all-day services some Sundays, lasting until late in the eveinign. Then we would start home in the family automobile, under moonlit skies, with my father leading the group in singing such songs as, “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing,” “Shall We Gather at the River?” “In the Sweet Bye and Bye”…and scores of other grand old hymns of the Faith.

These were the “unbearable” conditions from which the Communist Party was sent into Wisconsin to “save” us.

Then the day came when the headwuarters of the denomination decided to sell our little old delapidated Church building. This brought about a change in our lives. We had to attend Church in town.

Services were conducted differently there. The Pastor proclaimed a new faith. He called it the Social Gospel. This was the first time I ever heard the validity of the Scriptures questioned. We were told that many of the Bible stories were mere allegories. The meetings were quite formal.

Each Sunday morning the Preacher would march in while the choir sang, “Praise God from Whom all Blessings Flow.” Then he would make the announcements. After that, we listened to a canned sermon devoid of spiritual power, anointing and fervency.

One day, I asked him about some of the things he was teaching. Without the least hesitation, he disclaimed belief in such rock-ribbed truths as the inspiration of God’s Word, Christ’s virgin birth, the blood atonement and other doctrines of the Faith. He said we must build a better world based upon the “brotherhood of man.”

My faith was further attacked in public and high school by the evolutionary hypothesis. As youngsters, we were told that God had nothing to do with creation…and that the human family evolved from a one-celled animal called the amoeba.

I had no idea then, that I was being conditioned heart and mind to receive the atheism of Communism in years to come. Without this background of doubt, it is to be questioned if I would have succumbed to Communism as taught in the New Deal school at Madison.

When I finished my course in the FERA, I received several invitations to attend Communist rallies. At one such meeting I was introduced to Gene Dennis, district organizer of the party, stationed in Milwaukee. He is now its National Secretary.

Dennis invited me to his office at ll3 East Wells Street. While there, on May 2, 1936, I joined the Communist Party.

I signed a membership card which pledged my allegiance tot eh Communist International for the revolutionary overthrow of our government…and in its place, the establishment of a Soviet America. I then assumed another name so that if my membership book wa ever found, it could not be traced to me.

I chose lthe alias John Keats and received the number 18-B-2. The latter was to be used if the Party went underground.

I was told that I would not have to give up my religious beliefs. All they asked was that I read the material on religion as prescribed by Moscow. An official of the Party later explained with brutal candor, that if I clung to any form of religion, I would die along with all Ministers and Priests of the United States after the revolution.

Dennis siad: “Dialectic materialism and religion don’t mix. Anyone with religious tendencies would be a menace to the Communist State.”