Extracted from Holiday Diaries: America
...It was the day before Alfred F. Jones Day when I arrived in Washington, and the city was eerily quiet. Under the hot summer sun, there were relatively few people going about their business, as part of the celebrations for Revolution Week (the week between Independence Day on the 4th and Alfred F. Jones Day on the 11th) included the shutting down of most businesses, excluding restaurants, cafes, and state-owned businesses.
The Empire Palace dominates the city, even while being in the presence of similar skyscrapers in the down-town area. The Empire Palace, a 411-foot skyscraper in the neo-Classical style, was built by the CFRA's work-force in just 6 years, from 1941 to 1947. It is now the official residence of the CFRA's Premier and its main centre of government.
I visited Red Banner Square, before the Palace, on Alfred F. Jones Day. The traffic was gigantically slow, and I worried that I would miss the annual singing of the national anthem, 'the Red Flag', that happens on the day of the death of Alfred F. Jones. As it turned out, I was just in time.
The high-school choir that had managed to win the competition to take place in this annual ceremony had come all the way from California, flying all across the nation to take part in this ceremony, this genuine, beautiful outpouring of Communist support for somebody, who, whatever his morality, had changed the course of history.
They stood before the statue of Alfred F. Jones, which wore military garb, the statue carrying the banner of the CFRA (a flag with a five-pointed star in the upper-left canton, in the colours of red and gold). Their singing was absolutely perfect, beginning with the first lines:
The people's flag is deepest red/It shrouded oft our martyr'd dead...
To the last:
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim/This song shall be our parting hymn.
The ceremony moved even me, no Communist myself, into a state of utter wonder at this beautiful ceremony.
When I arrived back at my hotel, I eagerly and hurriedly put these words to paper, lest I forget the wonder these events evoked in me...