I’ve generally come to the terms with the idea that Milan Kundera snitched to the secret police. Still, it would be a huge relief if he hadn’t. I hadn’t heard about this possibly absolving fact:
According to a testimony by Zdenek Pesat, a student communist leader at the time, Miroslav Dlask came to tell him back in 1950 that he had informed the police about a person staying in his girlfriend’s room whom he thought might be a spy. That person was the same that Kundera allegedly reported, thereby throwing into doubt the very matter of who the informer was.
The horror of totalitarian regimes is that saints, and even good people, can’t help but be hypocrites. Pure goodness, or doing precisely what you preach, rarely achieves what goodness sets out to do.
