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Having a wonderful time reminiscing about all my past travel (and other) adventures. Hope you’ll share them with me in my blog, “All Roads Led to Russia.”

9/15/24: Once More, in February (Ch. 25 – Posted 5/22/23)

(Continued from Chapter 24):

February 1994: If you’ve never been in Washington when it snowed . . . count your blessings. It’s a total nightmare. Sure, the city looks beautiful blanketed in the clean white stuff — if you’re indoors, looking out. But if you’re trying to get home from work — or anywhere, for that matter — you had better have a full tank of gas, an emergency survival kit, and a strong bladder. Because, depending on how far you have to travel, it can take as much as twelve hours to get there. And that is not an exaggeration. I recall that during one blizzard, some of the people I worked with actually were on the road for between eight and twelve hours trying to make it home to the suburbs. And it doesn’t even take a blizzard to screw things up — the slightest dusting will do it. My eight-mile commute once took me three hours.

Snowy Washington

But now here I was, facing the prospect of a treacherous 23-mile cab ride to Dulles Airport on the frozen suburban Virginia roads, not knowing whether my flight to Italy would even be able to take off. So I checked with the airline, found that I could book the same flights one day later, and decided to play it safe. I changed my reservations, called the conference coordinator in Malta, faxed Olga in Moscow, and settled down with a cup of cocoa and a good book — my favorite thing to do on a snowy day at home.

Then I remembered to call Eric, just to keep him informed of my whereabouts; this trip actually had nothing to do with Aksilenko, Shvets, or the FBI. But then, why did he react as though I’d just asked him for a divorce?

No, seriously — he was clearly not happy. He even tried to talk me into changing my mind, and said he would drive me to the airport himself. But it was too late — there wasn’t time to reverse what had already been done. And he finally, somewhat grudgingly, acknowledged that I was probably smart not to take the risk; but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on that I wasn’t aware of.

By the next day, it had stopped snowing, the main roads had been cleared, and I was on my way to sunny Malta at last. As I usually do, I left home a little earlier than necessary, and had time to spare at the airport. I checked in, made my way through security to the boarding area, and found a spot to sit and read while I waited for the announcement of my flight.

Then I noticed him: a man, sitting a little distance away and periodically looking over at me as though he might have known me. I asked myself if I recognized him from somewhere. No, not that I could recall. Did he seem to be flirting? Well, when he caught me looking at him, he quickly looked away, so . . . no, definitely not that. Was there something wrong with my appearance, like one of those dreams where you’re naked in public? Again, no . . . not naked. Or was I most likely imagining things? That had to be it. So I ignored him as best I could, and got up to board my flight when it was called.

Dulles International Airport

The flight itself was uneventful, though the hassle of going through security in Milan was a royal pain. But we made it to Rome, where I had to switch to a smaller plane for the short hop to Malta . . . which was when I ran into a problem. Checking in for the second flight, I was told they had no reservation for me. I didn’t exist. I explained to the agent that I had rescheduled my reservation from the day before, and she still couldn’t find me in her computer. I asked if she could just get me onto the flight — that I would pay the additional cost — but was told that was not possible. And that’s when another good Samaritan came into my life, seemingly out of nowhere. This was beginning to feel like JFK Airport in April of ‘93 again, only in Italy this time. Did these guys just hang around airports waiting to rescue people, or what?

This one was also an attractive, well-dressed man. Apparently having heard my exchange with the agent, he simply nodded at me, walked up to the counter, quietly said a few words to her in Italian — which of course I did not understand — and suddenly I was no longer a non-person. In a couple of minutes, I was ticketed and wished “Buon viaggio, signora.” Even I understood that. What I didn’t understand was how my name had suddenly managed to appear on their computer. But my mysterious benefactor had already vanished, and I hadn’t had a chance to ask, or to thank him. And there was no time to think about it now — I had a plane to catch. So off I went, leaving one more mystery behind me.

*. *. *

Valletta, the capital city of Malta, was breathtakingly beautiful, with its blue Mediterranean harbour, ancient multi-cultural architecture, stone-paved streets, and an endless array of wonderful shops and restaurants. The mild spring weather was a delightful break from the snow and ice I’d left behind, and all of my free time was spent wandering and discovering charming little neighborhoods, shops and magnificent churches. And eating. With a group of fellow foodies from the conference, I was introduced to the best Italian food I had ever tasted.

A street in Valletta, Malta

The conference itself was mildly interesting, and included a reception at the Russian Embassy. I did learn a great deal about the emergence of Malta as a second Cyprus in terms of doing business and hiding assets. But otherwise, I can’t say there was anything meaningful to take home from the conference sessions. If it hadn’t been for the idyllic setting and the free time spent enjoying the surroundings, it would have been something of a waste. The Russian participants seemed most interested in eating, drinking, sightseeing, shopping, and altogether enjoying the respite away from their frigid homeland, and I can’t say I blamed them. It was a wonderful little vacation, and I highly recommend it as a destination for all you travel buffs out there.

But the coming week in Moscow, I was sure, would make the whole trip worthwhile. And I was right . . . though not exactly in the way I had expected.

*. *. *

Vitold was waiting for me at the now-familiar Sheremetyevo Airport, this time with his own car and not the borrowed truck from last summer — which I felt sure had long since been sold for parts, or should have been. I was once again in the bitter cold and snow, but unlike Washington, nothing stops for the winter weather in Moscow. I had a wonderful, heartfelt reunion at the office with my “besties” Olga, Lena, Maya and Tamara, who had all taken great pains to make sure I had my favorite foods in the kitchen, fresh linens in my old bedroom, and anything else I might need during that week. I was back in my second home.

There was just one string attached to my use of the Foundation’s apartment: Gil Robinson had asked me to meet with our old friends from Petrovka 38 on his behalf. So on the Tuesday after my arrival, my buddy from the previous summer, the KGB’s own Vladimir Bragin, dropped by to welcome me back and provide transportation once again. There he was, in my living room, greeting me with a big smile and a handshake — not just to drive me to Petrovka that day, but with an “offer” (the kind you can’t refuse) to escort me back to the airport on my departure date. It was deja vu all over again.

Earlier that morning, while getting ready to head out to the Petrovka meeting, I had turned on the satellite TV to catch the news on CNN and learned that an American CIA agent had been arrested near his home in Virginia the previous day on charges of espionage. He had allegedly been selling secrets to the Soviet Union, and then to the Russian government, for nine years. His name was Aldrich Ames. I had never heard of him, of course, and my immediate thought was how sad it was that our two countries were still playing those “silly spy games.” Then I put it out of my mind and went about the business of the day. It had nothing to do with me.

The Arrest of Aldrich Ames

But the week was not yet over. I still had Yuri Shvets’ mother to deal with, and had purposely put that off to the very end of my stay. I arranged to meet her on my next-to-last day in Moscow at the most public indoor place I could think of where we could sit and talk: my old haunt, the Radisson Hotel. I was waiting in the lobby when a small, elderly lady, dressed in a plain cloth coat and “babushka” head scarf, walked uncertainly through the door, clearly out of place in a hotel frequented by foreign businessmen and women. I approached her and asked if she was Mrs. Shvets, which she said she was.

It was my plan to take her up to the business center on the mezzanine level where we could talk quietly, but she had other ideas. In a voice that could shatter glass, she insisted that we sit right there, in the lobby, directly across from the concierge desk. There were dozens of people milling around, and I was not comfortable with the setting; but that “simple Russian grandmother” was pushy and would not be refused.

A Bevy of Babushkas

As we sat there, I gave her the few little gifts I had brought from Yuri, along with his letter and some snapshots. She looked closely at the pictures and loudly exclaimed over each one, calling out his name, where he lived, the names of his wife and children — everything but his phone number. “Oh, look — there’s Yuri.” “And Zhenya.” “Is that their beautiful house in Virginia?” And on, and on, as I kept trying, unsuccessfully, to shush her.

Then — still as loudly and visibly as possible — she capped it off by pulling out of her purse some things for me to take back to him, naming each item as she handed them to me: a letter for Yuri; $3,000 in cash, allegedly from the rental of his Moscow apartment; and . . . wait for it . . . her younger grandson’s new Russian passport.

Are you freakin’ kidding me??!!!

First, about the money. It was the law in Russia at that time (and probably still is) that visitors could not take more hard currency out of the country than the amount they had declared to Customs on arrival, so as to prevent a currency drain. And I had brought nowhere near $3,000 in cash with me, so that was out of the question. Then there was the passport. Did she and her son really think I was stupid enough to try to carry someone else’s Russian passport across international borders — someone who wasn’t supposed to be out of Russia in the first place — without written authorization? Did I look as though I wanted to spend the next few years in some foreign prison? What was going on here?

My New Roomies? Uh … no thanks.

So I explained to her about the currency, and told her she could take it to an American Express office — I even gave her the location of one that I knew of — to be safely transferred to him. And as for the passport, I said there was a FedEx counter right upstairs in the business center, and I would help her send it to him from there; she could pay for it out of the $3,000. She tried hard to convince me — still at the top of her lungs, and with gestures — that I could just hide it all among the clothes in my suitcase; but her loud protestations fell on deaf ears this time. My deaf ears, that is — everyone else in the lobby heard her quite well.

Seeing that I wasn’t going to budge, she finally gave in, and we went upstairs to FedEx, where I addressed the envelope to Yuri, sealed the passport inside, and took $40 from her for the shipping costs. The remaining $2,960 went back into her purse. Then I hustled her out of the hotel as quickly as possible, hoping she wouldn’t be mugged on her way home, and headed into the coffee shop for a cup of tea to calm my nerves. Unfortunately, it was too early in the day for vodka.

*. *. *

That evening, I said goodbye to my friends yet again, wondering whether it would be the last time I would ever see them. I had filled the days with back-to-back meetings that week, and evenings had been set aside for get-togethers with friends. Somehow, in all the rush, I had completely forgotten to pay my usual good-luck visit to Red Square. And with Bragin driving me to the airport via the beltway, there would be no way to detour into the city before leaving.

The following morning, true to his word, Bragin again showed up on time, and I headed back to Washington once more. As I left the apartment, I somehow felt that another, even bigger door was closing behind me.

That was 29 years and 3 months ago.

I never saw Moscow again.


But the story doesn’t end here . . .

Brendochka
5/22/23 (re-posted 9/15/24)

9/15/24: The Russification of Belarus

If you want to deprive a people of their national identity, a good way to start is by taking away their language and replacing it with your own. The rest — the economic, political and cultural changes — will then fall into place more easily.

Just ask the people of Belarus.

Belarusian President Lukashenko, speaking to a school class

Now in his sixth term as president — despite the highly contested vote of the 2020 election — Lukashenko is an autocrat, a corrupt and devoted sycophant of Vladimir Putin, who is doing everything possible to strip Belarus of its independence and realign it with its Russian neighbor. Barely three decades after the collapse of the Soviet Union, in which Belarus was one of the fifteen Soviet republics, the transition is proving fairly simple.

Classes in most Belarusian schools are now being taught in Russian, which has been made the second official language of the country. Belarus’ nationalist symbols have been eliminated. Official business is conducted in Russian, as are most of the media programs. Hundreds of nationalist organizations have been shut down, and popular cultural individuals are being persecuted.

One citizen said, on condition of anonymity for fear of retribution:

“It is obvious that our children are being deliberately deprived of their native language, history and Belarusian identity, but parents have been strongly advised not to ask questions about Russification. We were informed about the synchronization of the curriculum with Russia this year and were shown a propaganda film about how the Ukrainian special services are allegedly recruiting our teenagers and forcing them to commit sabotage in Belarus.” In his son’s school, dozens of teachers were fired in recent years, and the Belarusian-language section of its website shut down. [Yuras Karmanau, Associated Press, September 14, 2024.]

On condition of anonymity . . .

One of the half-million Belarusians who have fled the oppression of their homeland is Svetlana Alexievich, recipient of the 2015 Nobel Prize for literature. Now residing in exile in Germany, she said in an interview:

“I understand that our Belarus is occupied . . . And who is the president there? Not Lukashenko. The president is Putin. The nation has been humiliated and it will be very difficult for Belarusians to recover from this.” [Id.]

Lukashenko himself has ridiculed his own native language, saying that “nothing great can be expressed in Belarusian . . . There are only two great languages in the world: Russian and English.” [Id.]

Anais Marin, the U.N. Special Rapporteur for Human Rights in Belarus, has said:

“The Belarusian language is increasingly perceived as a sign of political disloyalty and is being abandoned in favor of Russian in the public administration, education, culture and the mass media, upon orders from the hierarchy or out of fear of discrimination.” [Id.]

*. *. *

This is not what the people of Belarus want; this is what Vladimir Putin wants. As he fights to achieve dominance in Ukraine, he seeks also to take back Belarus, under the cloak of a Slavic reunification. In Ukraine, he unexpectedly met with the resistance of a populace — and a government — that are fiercely anti-Russian. In Belarus, however, he has a “president” who is not only on his side, but is deeply reliant on Russia for energy, and indebted in terms of existing loans: Putin’s Perfect Puppet.

Best Buddies

Sorry, good people of Belarus . . . it’s practically a done deal.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
9/15/24

9/15/24: You Just Learn To Live With It

I’ve been sitting here in the wee hours, enjoying the quiet when I’m the only one still awake. And when I looked at the date, I realized that there are two birthdays coming up in the next eight days of people I have lost and will never stop missing.

Merna — my only sibling and best friend for life (in spite of all the youthful fights) — would have celebrated 91 years on Wednesday, September 18th. We would have gone to dinner, probably at our favorite little French cafe, Le Refuge, in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia . . . assuming we could both still walk, that is. Or we could simply have ordered Chinese takeout and watched a couple of old movies. It didn’t matter where we celebrated, just as long as we did it together.

Merna, with Emi and Nate – Mother’s Day, c. 2000

And Emily — my precious, beautiful, brilliant granddaughter who left us a little over two years ago — would have been 29 on the 23rd. She crammed so much living into the nearly 27 years she was given, in spite of — or maybe because of — the difficulties with which she was born. All she wanted in life was to save the world. Given more time, she might have succeeded.

Me, with Emi – Mother’s Day, c. 1997

They say the grief fades, or gets less intense with time. I don’t find that to be true. I think you simply learn to live with it.

Happy birthdays, Merna and Emi. I miss you both, every minute of every day, and even in my dreams.

Love,
Nana
9/15/24

9/15/24: Putin’s Hostages: Bring Them Home, Week 37

It’s been yet another quiet news week insofar as the eight American hostages in Russia are concerned. But on Wednesday, I reported on a peculiar news item concerning a rumor — or it seems to be just a rumor so far — that some prisoners, including two unnamed Americans, might be released soon to their home countries. (See “A Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free Card For Russia’s American Hostages? Really?” – September 11, 2024.) I’m still waiting to hear more on that . . . with fingers crossed, as always.

Once again, there have been no names this week to add to the eight still locked away in Putin’s prisons. But all eight are still there, as far as I know.

And so we must remember them once again, and encourage them to stay strong and never give up hope — hope that negotiations for their release are moving forward behind the scenes.

In no particular order, they are:

Ksenia Karelina, dual U.S.-Russian citizen, recently convicted of espionage and sentenced to 12 years in prison for contributing $51.80 to an American charity providing aid to Ukraine.

Ksenia Karelina

*. *. *

U.S. Army Staff Sergeant Gordon Black, who was stationed in South Korea when he fell into a Russian “honey trap.” He was on his way back to his home in Texas, on two weeks’ leave, when he was lured to Vladivostok by the Russian girlfriend he had met in Korea. He was arrested in May of 2024 on charges of alleged larceny and murder threat, and sentenced the following month to a prison term of three years and nine months.

Staff Sergeant Gordon Black

*. *. *

Marc Fogel, a schoolteacher from Pennsylvania, was arrested in August of 2021 for possession of 0.6 ounce of legally-prescribed (in the U.S.) medical marijuana. In June of 2022 he was sentenced to 14 years in prison.

Marc Fogel

*. *. *

Robert Romanov Woodland, a dual US-Russian citizen, was teaching English in Russia when he was arrested in January of 2024 for allegedly attempting to sell drugs. In July, he was sentenced to 12-1/2 years in a maximum security prison.

Robert Romanov Woodland

*. *. *

Robert Gilman, already in jail in Russia serving a 4-1/2-year sentence (later reduced to 3-1/2 years on appeal) for kicking a police officer in 2022, found himself facing added charges in 2023 of punching prison staff in the head, and later also attacking a criminal investigator and another prison guard.

Robert Gilman

*. *. *

David Barnes, an American citizen and resident of Texas, was arrested in January of 2022 while visiting his children, who had been taken to Russia from Texas by his Russian wife. He was charged and sentenced in the fall of that year to 21 years in prison for child abuse (allegedly occurring while in Texas), on his wife’s accusation. I really wish I knew more of this story!

David Barnes

*. *. *

Eugene Spector, a dual US-Russian citizen already serving a four-year sentence handed down in June of 2021 on a bribery conviction, received additional charges of suspicion of espionage in August of 2023. No other details have been found, as the evidence is labelled “classified.”

Eugene Spector

*. *. *

Michael Travis Leake, a rock musician and former paratrooper, was sentenced in July of this year to 13 years in prison on drug charges — specifically, suspicion of selling mephedrone, and organizing a drug trafficking business “involving young people.”

Michael Travis Leake

*. *. *

And again I ask: Are any of these prisoners actually guilty of the charges leveled against them? I don’t know. But I do know that the recent timing of a number of the arrests, and the speed with which they were brought to trial, is a clear indication of Russia’s intentional roundup of American citizens to be used as (what I call) Putin’s Pawns.

What they are, quite simply, are HOSTAGES. And they will not — MUST not — be forgotten. Let’s shorten this list to zero.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
9/15/24

9/14/24: Well, That Was A Disappointment

Yesterday I said that I would be following reports of the White House meeting between U.S. President Biden and British Prime Minister Starmer concerning the recent threats emanating from the Kremlin over the use of long-range missiles by Ukraine.

Well, the talks were held; the press duly reported on the information they received; and . . .

Nothing.

“ . . . . . .”

Specifically, it was reported that “. . . no decision was immediately announced following a meeting Friday between Biden and Britain’s prime minister.” [Aamer Madhani, Ellen Knickmeyer and Matthew Lee, Associated Press, September 13, 2024.]

That verbiage — “no decision was immediately announced” — could simply be diplomacy-speak for “we’re not yet ready to comment.” And the Prime Minister did say that talks would continue at the time of the annual United Nations General Assembly meeting later this month. He added:

“This was a really important invitation from the president to have this level of discussion about those critical issues. Ukraine has a right to self-defense, and we’ve stood united.” [Id.]

So now it appears that we continue to wait a bit longer.


Meanwhile, the threats from Moscow have become more frequent and more ominous, with the nuclear option being tossed around like so much confetti. Prior to the White House meeting, President Biden was asked what he thought about Putin’s threat, and he bluntly replied:

“I don’t think much about Vladimir Putin.” [Id.]

Sorry, Vlad.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
9/14/24

9/14/24: A Cacophony of Threats

Who is Sergei Karaganov?

Sergei Karaganov

His biography tells us he is a 72-year-old political scientist; a graduate of Moscow State University; head of the Russian Council for Foreign and Defense Policy; Dean of the Faculty of World Economy and International Affairs at Moscow’s Higher School of Economics; Presidential Advisor to both Boris Yeltsin and Vladimir Putin; and considered “close” to Putin and Russian Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov.

He has also served on David Rockefeller’s Trilateral Commission (Japan, Western Europe and North America) since 1998; on the International Advisory Board of the U.S. Council on Foreign Relations; and as Deputy Director of the Institute of Europe at the USSR/Russian Academy of Sciences since 1983.

By any standard, an impressive resume. But is it possible that he is, after all, just a mad scientist on the loose?


And why is he suddenly in the news?

Because his voice is the latest to be heard among the several from Moscow who are proliferating such scare tactics as: “Russia should clearly state its willingness to use nuclear weapons against countries that ‘support NATO aggression in Ukraine.’” [Mark Trevelyan, Reuters, September 12, 2024.]

And he has the ear of Vladimir Putin.

Sergei Karaganov with Putin

He has been a driving force behind Putin’s decision to amend Russia’s nuclear doctrine, stating that its main goal “should be to ensure that all current and future enemies are sure that Russia is ready to use nuclear weapons.” And: “It is time to declare that we have the right to respond to any massive strikes on our territory with a nuclear strike. This also applies to any seizure of our territory.” [Id.]

But that, believe it or not, appears to be his soft side. He has also claimed in the past that the use of nuclear weapons would “save humanity,” and that Putin needs to ensure that “the will of the west to incite and support the Kyiv junta is broken.” [Katie Boyden, Metro.co.uk, June 14, 2023.]

Then he got serious:

“It is necessary that the west simply ‘back off’ and not prevent Russia and the world from moving forward.”

“The enemy must know that we are ready to strike a preemptive retaliatory strike for all of his current and past aggressions in order to prevent a slide into a global thermonuclear war.”

“The fear of nuclear escalation must be restored. Otherwise humanity is doomed.”

“Then [Russia] will have to hit a group of targets in a number of countries in order to bring those who have lost their minds to their senses.”

“This is a morally terrible choice — we use the weapons of God, dooming ourselves to severe spiritual losses.”

“But if this is not done, not only Russia may perish, but, most likely, the entire human civilisation will end.”

“We will have to make this choice.” [Metro, id.]

And he goes on, but . . .

No more . . . please!!!

This man is Dr. Strangelove, come to life. And while he does not hold a government position, or (supposedly) have a voice in official government policy, he does have a measure of influence as advisor to Putin. Add him to a gathering that includes fellow whack jobs Dmitry Medvedev and Aleksandr Dugin, bring in Vladimir Putin as the guest of honor, and you have the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse . . . with nukes.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
9/14/24

9/14/24: Meet Moo Deng . . . and Prepare To Fall In Love

So she’s not a marine animal — not an otter, an orca, or a penguin — which I tend to favor. But she does like to swim, and she has captured my heart in spite of (or maybe because of) her rotund figure, flared nostrils, bristly little whiskers, and protruding ears. She is two-month-old Moo Deng — the cutest little West African pygmy hippo ever — and she lives in the Khao Kheow Open Zoo in Thailand, about 60 miles from Bangkok.

Her name, by the way, roughly translates to “bouncy pig,” which suits her completely. Say hello now to Moo Deng:

Moo Deng

Pygmy hippos, also known as dwarf hippos, are native to West Africa and are classified as endangered by the International Union for the Conservation of Nature. There are believed to be fewer than 3,000 left in the wild, which makes Moo Deng even more special. [Nick Marsh, BBC News, September 13, 2024.]

She has, in fact, become an internet sensation in Thailand, and the number of zoo visitors has doubled since her birth. I would gladly join the crowds standing in line to see her, if she weren’t halfway around the world. So I will have to content myself with pictures like this one:


Thanks for posing, Moo Deng. You have made my day much brighter, when all the other news was grim and scary. I hope you know that — if for no other reason than your incredible cuteness — your life has meaning.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
9/14/24

9/14/24: Nobody Likes A Snitch … Except In Russia

And they’re not particularly popular there, either . . . yet they’re proliferating in an atmosphere shockingly reminiscent of the Soviet days of old.

“She’s breaking the rules!”

Annoyed with your neighbor? There’s an easy way to get rid of her — just accuse her of spreading fake news about the Russian army. That’s what happened to Anna, a 46-year-old hairdresser from Pushkin, who was charged with “the public dissemination of knowingly false information about the use of the Armed Forces of the Russian Federation.” And the witness against her was her own neighbor. The two women had been friends for some time until arguments arose over a variety of issues. And this was the neighbor’s way of settling things: she denounced Anna to the authorities. [Steve Rosenberg, BBC News, September 12, 2024.]

In Moscow, Nadezhda, a 68-year-old pediatrician, was reported by the mother of a patient for saying something about Russian soldiers in Ukraine that upset the woman, whose ex-husband had been killed fighting in Ukraine. [Id.]

And an 87-year-old man was pulled off of a Moscow bus and beaten by a man who claimed to have overheard him make an insulting remark about Russian mercenaries fighting in Ukraine. The younger man and his son marched the elderly gentleman to the police, who fortunately — in an unusual instance — did not charge him. But he was obviously left shaken . . . and angry. [Id.]

Attacked and reported for expressing an opinion

The repressive regime of Vladimir Putin has become more onerous since the start of his “special military operation” — the invasion of Ukraine on February 24, 2022 — when he signed into law new legislation mandating the punishment for criticism of the military . . . specifically, for “discrediting the use of the Russian armed forces” or for spreading “knowingly false information” about the army. [Id.]

Putin also declared that “ . . . any nation, and even more so the Russian people, will always be able to distinguish true patriots from scum and traitors and will simply spit them out like an insect in their mouth, spit them onto the pavement. I am convinced that a natural and necessary self-detoxification of society like this will strengthen our country, our solidarity and cohesion . . .” [Id.]

And thus began the spate of cases of Russians reporting one another — students informing on teachers, professors on students, workers on co-workers — for opposing the war in Ukraine. And the old fears have returned.


Nina Khrushcheva, professor of International Affairs at The New School in New York, has said:

“What I find remarkable is how quickly Russian genetic memory has come back, and how people who didn’t live in those times suddenly act as if they did. Suddenly they are squealing on others. It is a Soviet practice but it’s also something about the Russian genetic code, of fear, of trying to protect themselves at the expense of others.” [Id.]

Is it genetic, a peculiarly Russian trait? Or is it something learned, passed down from a generation who lived through it once before to succeeding generations, much like a religious belief, or a prejudice? I don’t know . . . but it is obviously destructive of a civil society.

And it is being, not merely tolerated, but actively encouraged by Vladimir Putin himself, in the most revolting terms.

I wonder how he’ll manage to blame this one on the West.


Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
9/14/24

9/13/24: No Such Thing As Innocent

It wasn’t enough to imprison, and ultimately to kill, Alexei Navalny. Now they’ve gone after his attorneys as well, in a blatant case of “guilt by association.”

“Guilty!”

In the United States, as in all or most democracies throughout the world, a person accused of a crime is entitled to legal counsel. And the lawyer who accepts representation of a client can be comfortable in the knowledge that, even if his client is found guilty, he (the lawyer) will not be implicated in the crime simply by reason of his professional association with the guilty party.

It’s just logical.

But not in Russia.

On Thursday, three lawyers who had once represented the famed (and now deceased) dissident Alexei Navalny were brought to trial — having been arrested nearly a year ago, in October 2023 — on charges of involvement with “extremist groups,” as Navalny’s Anti-Corruption Foundation had been labeled. They were accused of passing information from Navalny to his team while he was locked away in prison. [Associated Press, September 12, 2024.]

L-R, in prisoners’ cage: Igor Sergunin, Alexei Liptser, Vadim Kobzev

During his incarceration, Navalny was kept in solitary confinement, his only permitted visitors being his lawyers. They were the sole conduit between him and his family and friends — the only way he could let the outside world know that he was still alive and fighting. It was part of his attorneys’ job to “pass information” on his behalf.

Two other former lawyers for Navalny — Olga Mikhailova and Aleksandr Fedulov — have been placed in absentia on a wanted list, also accused of extremism. Both now live outside of Russia. [Id.]

Alexei Navalny: Keeping the hope alive

But this is just the quickest and easiest way for the Russian government to discourage lawyers from accepting representation of those charged with political crimes. These three — Sergunin, Liptser and Kobzev — each face up to six years in prison; and conviction is virtually a certainty, as in all such cases. The trial is being held, as always, behind closed doors . . . in the town of Petushki in the Vladimir region, about 60 miles east of Moscow, rather than in Moscow where the three lawyers have been held in detention until now. [Id.]

The outcome is a given; only the length of their sentences remains to be determined.

Russian human rights group Memorial has classified Sergunin, Liptser and Kobzev as political prisoners, and has demanded their immediate release . . . for all the good it is likely to do.

Navalny (second from left) in court with legal team in 2023

In Russia, there is no presumption of innocence.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
9/13/24

9/13/24: Rattling Those Russian Sabers


No! Not those sabers!

Unfortunately, we’re not talking about Aram Khachaturian’s famous Saber Dance, for that would be evidence of the creativity and beauty of which the Russian soul is capable — the soul that seems to have been buried beneath the dung heap that is today’s Kremlin.

No, we’re talking about the metaphorical sabers that Vladimir Putin and his cohorts are so fond of rattling at the world whenever things aren’t going so well for them.

Which is now.

Russian Losses in Kursk

Putin’s “special military operation” — more accurately known throughout the world as his war against Ukraine — isn’t going according to plan. Of course, it hasn’t been from the very beginning. What was supposed to have been a smash-and-grab operation of a few days or weeks at the most, is now rapidly approaching the three-year mark, with no end in sight. His recent gains have been measured in figurative inches rather than miles, slowly, and only painstakingly achieved through the loss of countless thousands of young lives.

And recently, the unthinkable happened: Ukraine turned the battle against the invader, daring to attack Russian territory . . . the first time anyone has done that since the end of World War II . . . even coming as close as Ramenskoye, a district within the Moscow region just an hour’s drive from the Kremlin itself. One woman was killed, three people wounded, and high-rise apartments damaged and burned.

Aftermath of drone attack in Moscow region
Damaged Building in Ramenskoye, Moscow Region

Yet the Russian rhetoric never changes. The truth is meaningless, and only the bravado remains. Following Tuesday’s attack, our old standby, Kremlin spokesman Dmitry Peskov, had this to offer:

‘There is no way that night time strikes on residential neighbourhoods can be associated with military action.

”The Kiev regime continues to demonstrate its nature. They are our enemies and we must continue the special military operation to protect ourselves from such actions.”
[Lidia Kelly, Guy Faulconbridge and Andrew Osborn, Reuters, September 10, 2024.]

Pardon me, Dima, while I drag out the laughing man again:


Thank you; that always makes me feel better.

Once again, I have to ask, even though I’ll never receive an answer: Do you really believe this sh*t that you throw at us??!!! Do you honestly believe that we don’t remember who started the f*cking war??!!! Well . . . do you, Dmitry?????

Dmitry Peskov, Kremlin Spokesman

And of course, we’ve heard from the likes of Dmitry Medvedev, Deputy Chairman of the Russian Security Council, tossing about the old nuclear threat . . . though he always does that, doesn’t he?

Then we were told that Russia’s official protocol as to the permitted use of nuclear weapons was being amended . . . as though that protocol was ever going to stop them from doing what they damn well pleased in the first place.

But now, we have an added feature. Ukraine has for some time been pushing the United States to permit the use of U.S. long-range missiles to strike inside Russia, whereas they have thus far only been available for use against Russian troops within Ukraine. And Putin has regularly threatened reprisals if that were to happen.

This week, however, he has taken it one step further, telling reporters on Thursday:

“This will mean that NATO countries — the United States and European countries — are at war with Russia. And if this is the case, then, bearing in mind the change in the essence of the conflict, we will make appropriate decisions in response to the threats that will be posed to us.” [Avery Schmitz, CNN, September 12, 2024.]

And that, I’m afraid, is no laughing matter.

A Very Serious Vladimir Putin

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
9/13/24

Postscript: As of this writing, British Prime Minister Sir Keir Starmer is in Washington with U.S. President Joe Biden to discuss Russia/Ukraine issues. Immediately upon returning to London, he is scheduled to fly to Rome to meet with Prime Minister Georgia Meloni of Italy, which presently holds the rotating presidency of the G7 group of industrialized nations.

You can be sure I will be following the reports of those meetings as they are made available.