EVERY summer, we were reminded of Soviet crimes. Each weekend brought a different ethnic festival to the Pennsylvania coal towns. Whatever our family heritage, we gathered to eat kielbasa and pierogis, blinis and halupkies. Folk-dance clubs from Saint This-or-That sweated through their costumes while accordions gasped. The adults drank beer all day and into the night. But there was more. At a table between the beer tent and the ice-cream stand, a Lithuanian priest sold books on the armed resistance against the Soviets. Texts recounted the deeds of partisans who refused to lay down their arms when World War II...