I Was a Teenage Communist, a 1982 sketch from SCTV, is from an era of the show when it was firing on all cylinders: terrific attention to detail, fine writing, brilliant makeup and costuming, and pitch-perfect satire.
Although it’s a send-up of 1950s American paranoia, it’s remarkable how the broad strokes of the sketch mirror my own experiences as a rebellious student just a few years after it aired: I clearly remember a night in a smoky rock ‘n’ roll bar where I was befriended by a transcendent agitator who later went on to work as a translator for Granma in Cuba. She was full of infectious revolutionary fervour, and I was buying what she was selling.
If I’m any guide, winning young hearts and minds is surprisingly easy.