Those Russians

I entered this American world during a period of contention between the two primary nations who were arguing about who would be in charge of the post-WW2 western world. The funny that happened on the way to my early childhood was that American leaders were having about argument about who set the course for the rehabilitation and reconstruction of Europe. The Russians, commanded by Josef Stalin, were quite confident that it was their destiny to guide the recovering Europeans to a brave new world of communism. On the other hand, we Americans knew that it was our great post-war task to help the Europeans reconstruct, along paths of democratic and republican leadership. So there was this big worldwide controversy going on between us and the Russians, which was being acted out in the German lands where they were trying to rebuild that hitler and his third reich goons had turned into a disaster zone. Our President, Harry Truman, who had approved the use of the atom bomb in Japan, was doing the truly American thing. . . restoring peace and tranquility, everywhere he could, on both sides of the Atlantic. But on the other side of the Atlantic the Russians were getting all paranoid about us, because they thought we were out to get them. But we could care less about the Russians, because we were Americans, listening to daily news, watching America work itself back to peace an prosperity. But on the other side of the Atlantic, Stalin and his communist goons were trying to convert the ashes of Europe into a communist state, just like Karl Marx had predicted, about a century and half earlier. Conveniently enough, however, dictator Stalin died in 1953. Thank God! Then the Soviet politburo selected Nikita Kruschev to run the USSR. I have a childhood memory of a film clip of him standing at a podium somewhere blathering: “We will bury you!” Looking back on it, it’s like: Dude, what is your problem?! But they never did. Of course not. The Russians had some growing up to do. They had to learn how to evaluate their communist ways that their parents had left behind. It took them a while. They had to go through stages to get through their creepy, alienating ways of doing things. Berlin, the divided city in northeast Germany turned out to be their failed experiment in communist governance. President Kennedy had visited Berlin in the early ’60’s, when he rallied the west Berliners toward some capitalistic/democratic/republican considerations. He spoke to the Berliners; but he was also speaking to the wider world, when he said: “Let them come to Berlin!” thereby challenging the citizens of the world to go to Berlin, where they would see the difference between the Russian way of administering reconstruction and our American way of promoting liberty and justice for all. About 20 years later, President Reagan went to Berlin and launched, like star wars, the controversy to another level. He said: “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall.” He was referring to the Berlin wall, but in a broader sense, he was implying: Tear down your communist bullsh**! Well, long story short, eventually the Russians got the message; they saw the writing on the wall; in perestroika, they began working toward a better system. After a while, a master technocrat bully, Vlad the Mad, wrestled control of the post-Soviet state. Under the guise of free market scenario, he opened the door for wise guys who knew how to manipulate to channels of power and wealth to take over and run the country. And he would supervise the evolution of communist bureaucracy to a kind of authoritarian hegemony, where the strong survive and prosper and everybody else learns to sink or swim in the brave new world of post-communist Putinism.

To be fair, I’ll mention that we Americans had a similar transition period, after the civil war. . . there was a time when the so-called robber barons were running the show of recovery from our post-civil war USA. Under Putin, the Russians are having their era of post-Soviet reconstruction and he seems to be opening the door for his robber baron buddies to assist him in running Russia. We shall see how that works. Maybe one day, Vlad the Mad will figure out that he doesn’t need to enslave the Ukrainians, where Russia began! . . . just to keep his fat ’n happy oligarchs running the show in Russia. And as Amos said to Andy, back in the day: “And I told him that!” Somebody needs to tell Vlad to lighten up. Smile, you’re on the world camera.Lighten up! Glass half-Full