I am a survivor of socialism and I blog here whenever I feel like it, sharing the truth and insights of being a hostage to socialism for the first 18 years of my life and having the courage to escape it.
I have journeyed from behind The Iron Curtain to FREEDOM and I will never give it up!
I write about my experiences, past and current, through my life, my eyes, my heart. I hope you find something that will resonate with you. If not now, maybe in the future.
|Posted by Marina B on January 26, 2022 at 6:00 PM||comments (0)|
Last night, on a recommendation of a friend who understands the disastrous results of believing that socialism works that have plagued the world ever since that concept’s conception, I tuned to Amazon Prime to watch Cannibal Island, a 2009 or 2011, depending on where the referencing appears, documentary by Nicolas Werth, who has originally became interested in this little known story of 6,000 of Stalin’s “discards of society” because his great uncle was one of them.
They were, for the most part, the unsuspecting people in Moscow, Leningrad and other major cities, whom the NKVD rounded up in 1933, as part of societal cleansing, transported to and abandoned on the uninhibited island in Siberia…
I could end here, and those who understand the horrific implication of the year of 1933 in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, would already be terrified. But if I also add that 2,000 of these people were criminals and 4,000 were ordinary people, among them girls as young as 12 and 1 woman who actually gave birth on this God-forsaken island.
1933 was also the year of Golodomor in Ukraine, following socialist collectivization.
The year of razkulachivanie, or de-privatization of the peasant, when all their material possessions, including livestock and even planting seed were continually confiscated and they were forcibly resettled eastward.
The year of new order passports, The USSR decree of April 22, 1933 About the Issue of Passports to the USSR Citizens in the territory of the USSR declared that all citizens at least sixteen years old residing in cities, towns, and urban workers' settlements, as well as those residing within 62 miles of Moscow and Leningrad, within fifty 31 miles of Kharkov, Kiev, Minsk, Vladivostok, Rostov-on-Don or within the hundred-kilometers of western border of the USSR were required to have a passport with propiska, a permanent residency stamp. (Read more about propiska in My Life through My Dresses, I explained it in detail.). Within these areas passports were the only valid personal identification documents. And if one did not have a passport on them, the NKVD were ordered to arrest and deport the people, regardless of who they were. And NKVD eagerly did, organizing special check-points and detaining people who, for instance, simply ran downstairs in their slippers to get tobacco from the corner store or milk for the infant they left upstairs. Many were transients, who were just passing through a major city and made a fast run from the stopped train to the station buffet to buy bread or pirozhkis, a commonplace affair in those days for long-distance train-travellers. Without passports on them, they were rounded up and shipped away.
I have always known that during that era people disappeared without a trace, I know countless references in post-perstroika books and film, but also from the oral family lore. I was mainly always concerned with those who were forced to die from Golodomor right in the heart of the wheat-wealthy Ukraine, or young girls who disappeared off the streets of major cities if they chanced to walk alone at night. The Black Crow (NKVD vehicles) snatched them for the high-echelon Communist Party players’ rapes and they were never seen again or their bodies found.
I also knew of Siberian cannibalism.
In the vastness of the land and harshness of its terrain, extra food to carry on long on-foot trips was necessary, but the extra weight could mean death to the carrier. So, for the last several centuries, criminals who served out in Siberia but dared to escape, brought their human livestock with them. Two or three men, escaping in a group, would bring another, an unsuspecting and completely unarmed one, with them, for emergency food. It is very gruesome, but very well-known to Russians now. Most likely, was not so in the 1930s.
Following their detention on or around May 1, i.e. the holiday of May Day, International Workers Day… these 6,000 humans were sent to a labor camp very much, like the soon to come to existence Nazi concentration or labor camps everyone is familiar with through history or their depiction in films like Schindler’s List and A Beautiful Life, but much much worse! Everything is worse in Siberia given its temperature, wildlife predators and immenseness. In that Soviet camp, the top admin was not prepared to absorb a four-barge load of humans into his domain, so in his evil wisdom, he decided that to dump them on a desert island without food. The situation quickly escalated to cannibalism, like within 24 hrs, becasue they were already starved in transit. The criminals began to hunt the ordinary folk for food. In the end, the numbers of those who disappeared were astronomic. Perhaps 1 in 5 lived to tell the story, but they were not permitted to. They were fact-checked by the communist party and it was determined that the story was already verified by other “independent fact-checkers” and is false. That is why they were never released, never allowed to return to the European part of the USSR, so that they would not spread the truth…they were sent on to other camps, jails, wherever their presence could be kept secret.
Since hearing the story last night, images of unfathomable cannibalistic atrocities are haunting me. Never had I ever heard details that horrific. Never could I ever have imagined them on my own, even though I am filled with stories of the Holocaust and WWII survivals and some of them are of unimaginable cruelty.
In 2022 - the vaccination passports seemed unfathomable just 2 years ago. No one in their right mind should desire them for any human after watching this exceptional documentary, that was made before our 2020s era of fear of government and blind compliance to its demands, as conveyed to the unsuspecting and trusting masses by highest, high, medium and low level execs and admins, who are busy creating their own forms of cannibalistic experimentation through acts not dissimilar from those of 1930’s USSR.
In a man eat man world – who would you be?
|Posted by Marina B on November 24, 2021 at 6:05 PM||comments (0)|
On the eve of 2021 Thanksgiving Day, as I count my personal blessings, I am concerned and worried.
I awoke last Monday to the news that JBWH is gearing up to deploy US troops to a conflict between my former countries, the USSR successor states of Ukraine and Russia, a conflict that is, in its current incarnation, over a decade deep, in which USA has no presence. Should have no presence. Yet the JBWH doesn't give…
After the shameful withdrawal of US troops from Afghanistan, the death of our service men and women, and the abandonment of hundreds of US nationals and US collaborators, you’d think that JBWH would be remorseful and hiding the face it lost in shame. Girls and women of Afghanistan will be forcibly hiding theirs. If they still have their faces or heads, for that matter.
JBWH respects no history lessons. The motivation is self-evident and as ancient as the world. Trailing the money is not what I will focus on right now.
I will focus on Cold War II. Because that’s what the presence of US troops in Ukraine means. The naval ships that have been reported by BBC and other European networks over the past month were just a prelude to the long drawn-out battle of the remnants of the once great empires. Even the Soviets were smarter than that!
Who desires such war, you may be asking?
Ask no more. It is clearly visible from afar. JB does!
While USA will be focusing its remaining, already significantly drained resources, on protecting the semi-evil Ukraine from the semi-evil Russia, the truly evil China will complete what it has been so successfully bringing to US – the economic crash.
So, as you sit down with your turkey dinners blaming the white men (people) for killing the Indians, and watching football despite your empty promises to never again watch the biased NFL, thank your lucky stars for your American births, for your American childhoods, for your American prosperity and for your American ignorance.
Yes!!! Your American ignorance is why you are still sitting on your ass watching TV, when you have already surrendered pretty much the best of what this country stood for to its worst enemies – the drug dealers, the looters, the cheaters, the invaders, the destroyers or just apathetic bystanders who are not at all concerned with jeopardy the largely irreversible future of this great nation is being placed in.
In the USSR there were many underground political jokes that the desperate people of the USSR fed upon when life became unbearable. One could lose one’s freedom for telling a joke, but we all still shared our favorites with our trusted circles, even though in these trusted circles there were people we really should not have trusted. The mental, emotional, economic and political corruption was so prevalent that people were selling their friends and relatives to the always eager to buy authorities… The government JB admin says is your best friend – never is!!!
Anyhow, the famous joke of my youth had Brezhnev pretending the train was still moving when in reality he was inside a train car, disconnected from the engine and without rails.
Pretending that we are still moving forward? Yes, I think we are.
I was never good at pretending.
Had I been good at it, I would have wanted to be on stage or in film.
I am what I am.
Just like those early pilgrims, who sought and found refuge in the wretched desolate land of what we know as Plymouth Rock in 1620. Five centuries back!
Can we even imagine what their journey and settlement was like?
I think not.
I think what we see at the mention of it is Hollywood’s best depictions of that era.
I think that what transpired in reality was something more palpable, more ordinary.
How to feed the children.
How to stay dry.
How to stay healthy and strong.
Their extraordinary decision to cross the Atlantic and settle on this wild continent is a HUGE cause for celebration and ALL Americans, regardless of race or religion, should celebrate it together, because for better or for worse, we are bound as one on that day in 1620, and we thank our lucky stars, that we were not the ones going through those hardships.
It is often thrown into our white faces now that had it not been for the white conquerors, the Indians would have not been conquered. To that I respond with my mom’s answer to my teen desires to have been born in the 19th century – she said, you would not be able to sit in front of your favorite TV channel watching your favorite TV show and eating your favorite ice-cream.
Happy Thanksgiving Day, Americans!
Don't make it about Cold Turkey or Cold War – be warm and loving and thankful!
And pray that things don’t take a turn for the worse.
|Posted by Marina B on October 2, 2021 at 6:20 PM||comments (0)|
Photo in Voronezh with Victora, Alexander, Anastasia and Natalya B.
A book of my Russian poetry was published two decades ago. And, unbeknownst to me, my very busy husband, Maestro Alexander Goldstein, has been secretly dreaming of composing a cycle of Russian Romances, a very beautiful romantic genre of songs, to some of my lyrical poems.
The sequestration of the covid months has shifted his schedule and allowed him to compose and rehearse with a singer, who coincidentally, shares his last name. They did it long distance, without me ever catching them in that act - lol - even as Alex and I work together and are in each other's space all the time.
The result was a cycle of five romances, three of which were performed in the very special summer concert, featuring Victoria Goldshteyn-Dmitrieva (Spoiler: Goldstein and Goldshteyn is the same last name if spelled in Russian but she is not related to Alexander)
The premiere concert was in Moscow, on July 15, 2021, and with all the travel restrictions and challenges of this trying time, my husband made certain I received a Russian visa to attend the premiere, while holding on to the secrecy of it, until he could no longer.
42 years after I left the USSR and I promise to blog about it after the 3 videos are released, so please stay tuned, i was back in Moscow, a much improved and mau I say, relaxed, city.
The premiere was at the home-museum of Leo Tolstoy on Prechistenka, one of the famous streets in the center of Moscow. LEO TOLSTOY as in War and Peace! Imagine my excitement? Me, a girl from school 187 in Kiev USSR ends up at the premiere of her romances at Leo Tolstoy's home! Does it get any better? Yes! They let me sit at his desk! Yes, Victoria was singing divinely! Yes, Alex wrote gorgeous music that made my poetry - and even if I knew every word of it, as you can imagine - it made my poetry move me and many in the audience to tears.
After the premiere, we went down the street to have dinner at the rooftop of one of the premiere restaurants in Moscow, Voronezh. At 9:30 it was still light enough to see the nearby Kremlin and the magnificent Church of Christ The Savior, which was not there during my living in the USSR (details later, I promise).
All three romances are now edited and are residing on my YouTube Channel as well as my author page on Facebook.
|Posted by Marina B on July 31, 2021 at 8:30 PM||comments (0)|
I spent half a month in Russia in July 2021. Last time I spent more than a couple hours there was 42 years ago.
On the three planes there and back, as well as while I travelled around Moscow and Saint Petersburg and in between these two magnificent Russian cities, I pondered on the meaning of Motherland to me, who in the eyes of the rest of the world is and will forever be a Wandering Jew.
Let’s get back to the source. I am a Jewish girl, born in Soviet Union in the highly anti-Semitic city of Kiev. I’ve met people, who are Jews of my generation and grew up in Kiev, who told me I’m wrong and they never experienced anti-Semitism in Kiev. Either they have blocked their memories or are so thick skulled that they never understood what was prevalent in the city of Mendel Beilis and Babi Yar.
Motherland! The songs I loved to sing about it are still haunting me. My motherland, the USSR, is no more. Ukraine as a country is a concept so unacceptable to me as a candidate for my Motherland that I cringe.
I am a Russian-speaking Jewish girl. Kiev always spoke Russian. For God’s sake – it is the Mother of ALL Russia! Always was and will never cease being it. I love the fact that I am from Kiev. I take pride in it, largely, from knowing that it is the mother of all Russia. I know its history and its pain and I feel a part of it even now, more than four decades after it expelled me – a Jew, an outsider, a religious freedom-seeker.
That’s how my Wandering Jew days unfolded. I undertook a journey to Israel as a fib, a legend, anything to get out of the Soviet Union with its suppression of truth, its socialist ideological farce, and its crude angry masses. I did not know enough about being a Jew, or Israel or anything then, when I was a girl who became a traitor to her USSR Motherland in order to “reunite with” fictional relatives in the historical homeland of the Jewish People – Israel, whose Forth Prime Minister, incidentally, was a woman named Golda Meir, also from Kiev.
Is historical homeland synonymous with motherland? I kept asking myself all though my trip to The Russian Federation, the technical successor of the USSR, but not my technical country of birth, therefore not a contender in my motherland quest. Not even a former homeland. Except as a Russian-language poet, I grew up admiring another Jewish Russian poet’s words. This is what Margarita Aliger (nee Zeiliger) wrote in her 1945 larger poem Your Victory about the insatiable Jewish Question that had torn the hearts of Russian speaking Jews who loved Russia as their Motherland for these 12 centuries.
Родины себе не выбирают.
Начиная видеть и дышать,
Родину на свете получают
Непреложно, как отца и мать.
Дни стояли сизые, косые…
Непогода улица мела…
Родилась я осенью в России,
И меня Россия приняла.
Родина! И радости и горе
Неразрывно слиты были в ней.
Родина! В любви. В бою и споре
Ты была союзницей моей.
Родина! Нежнее первой ласки
Научила ты меня беречь
Золотые пушкинские сказки.
Гоголя пленительную речь,
Ясную, просторную природу,
Кругозор на сотни вёрст окрест,
Истинную вольность и свободу,
Заботливой руки раздольный жест.
Напоила беспокойной кровью,
Водами живого родника,
Как морозом, обожгла любовью
Русского шального мужика.
Я люблю раскатистые грозы,
Хрусткий и накатанный мороз,
Клейкие живительные слёзы
Утренних сияющих берёз,
Безымянных реченек излуки.
Тихие вечерние поля;
Я к тебе протягиваю руки,
Родина единая моя.
Margarita Aliger, 1945
We do not choose our motherland.
As we start to see and breathe
Motherland is received in this world
Indisputably, like father and mother.
In the gray and unstable days of
Faulty weather sweeping though the streets...
I was born in Russia in the fall,
And Russia had accepted me.
Motherland! The times of joy and sorrow
Inextricably are merging into it.
Motherland! In love. In battlefields and quarrels
You were always my ally.
Motherland! More tender even than the first caresses
You had taught me to take care of Pushkin's Golden Tales.
Gogol's captivating speech,
Pure and spacious nature,
Horizon clear for hundreds of miles around,
True liberty and freedom,
The caring hand of far-reaching gesture.
It gave me the drink of her restless blood,
And waters of a living spring,
It froze me with a love of crazy Russian guy.
I love her rolling thunderstorms,
Crunchy steadfast frost,
Sticky life-giving tears,
Birches shimmering in the morning,
Sharp turns of her nameless rivers,
Quietness of her evening fields.
I stretch my hands to you,
My only Motherland.
Translated by Google translate and perfected by Marina Berkovich, 2021
How beautifully poetic. Margarita, who was born in Odessa in 1915 and died at the age of 76 when she fell into the deep ditch near her dacha just outside of Moscow, was a staunch communist and though I know little of her particulars, I can surmise from her medals and awards that she never broke with party lines. She confirmed and complied, either out of fear, but most probably out of her sincere belief in the communist values and promises. That is why she praised USSR, whereas I, at the mere age of 17, rebelled against its falsehood.
Yet now, whenever I renew my US passport, I wish I had still USSR listed as a country of birth (aka Motherland) instead of Ukraine, a country I do not want to have anything in common with, ever!
Margarita loved her Motherland, I presume, even after she had lived a long difficult life in it, spent time in the siege of Leningrad, lost a husband a child in the war… She was a patriot of her Motherland.
I am a Patriot of USA now. I am a patriot of Israel now. Are they my Motherland?
No, regrettably, neither can ever be. Motherland is the country of one’s ancestors, the country of one’s birth, the country of one’s origin or if all that fails, the Mother country in contrast to its colonies… none of those apply to me. Therefore, I am a person without an existing motherland. As a Jewish person without an existing motherland, I am a proverbial Wandering Jew.
What springs to your mind as you hear these two words, Wandering Jew? To mine comes a plant otherwise known by its Latin name as tradescantia, an easily adoptable to any environment green, purple or zebra leafed vital plant. I’ve had many. They are very resilient. Nearly impossible to kill. Will come back from the worst of neglect. Just like me.
But you probably thought of the 17th century infamous English ballad The Wandering Jew, which is based on a character from a Christian legend of The Crusades era and is as fabulous as story as it is evidence of the highly anti-Semitic sentiment of its writers and listeners.
Jews like Margarita Aliger, who were raised in the Soviet era, when all religion was abolished, yet anti-Semitic sentiment of the people remained, were not converts to Christianity, like The Wandering Jew of the ballad, they were converts to the “ism” ideology of socialism and continued demonstrating their faith by seeking to be accepted into the rank of The Communist Party of The Soviet Union, which during the Stalin’s era was getting rid of the Jews who helped bring the revolution to fruition and using other Jews as henchmen. Margarita only vaguely hints at that through weather imagery and I can only assign that imagery to mean so, because all Russian language poetry of her era has hidden clues and double-meanings. She may have, even if she was a card-carrying member of the party, allowed herself a word or two of truth. How could she have avoided seeing and understanding it?
How? Through blind faith. Like many in the present-time USA do. They go as far as to allow the cultural revolution to sweep through their Motherland/adopted Homeland without protesting. In fact, they vilify those who know the truth and are attempting to defend the country that has been ravaged by this cultural war.
Motherland! My child has a motherland. I do not. Will my child lose her motherland, like I lost mine? I ask of no one in particular.
I end with a poem I wrote in 2010 -
Голосом Маргариты Алигер
Родину себе не выбирают...
Та же Маргарита Алигер
От страны родимой проглотила
Пуд дерьма – даешь СССР!
Родина рожает что попало –
Поле, сено, лошадь, мать и кров,
Драчунов и девочек кудрявых,
С ясель различаемых жидов.
Родину любить – нехитро дело.
Перепутать с детством - это вновь!
Родина – единственное место,
Где не растворяют нашу кровь.
Родина в березках и рябинах,
Тополях, садах, поэтах, снах –
Та земля, где мы вовек хранимы,
А не та, где нам внушают страх.
Где не в падчерицах, а в любимых дочках,
В драгоценных наших сыновьях
ДНК продолжится цепочка
Из песка воспрянет весь ГУЛАГ.
Не могу спросить у Маргариты,
Так спрошу у Маши я Вольфсон
Сколько вытравленных выкрестов забыты?
Или снится мне анти-российский сон?
Я спрошу потомков Маккавея,
Говорящих на воскресшем языке,
Что их Родина? Где разум тлеет?
Или в крошечной своей стране?
Родина...по паспорту и данным.
Поколение транзитное умрет,
Наши внуки Родиной не станут
Звать страну где кличут «Бей жидов».
Русской речью перестанет плакать
Будущего нашего река.
Ей уже не надо опасаться
Русского шального мужика.
И в своем жилище руки грея,
Я готова русским объявить
Кто же мы такие? Мы – евреи!
Вы попробуйте без нас прожить!
To Each His Own Exodus. Her own, if you must be so PC that you cannot see the forest for the trees, unless you rewrite the entire English vocabulary.
|Posted by Marina B on March 30, 2021 at 6:05 PM||comments (0)|
We are in Passover time. Each year it means that less than 1% (think of it – a mere one per cent!) of world population will sit down to first, second and last seders, the ritualistic festive Jewish meals that so well represent the Exodus experience and legacy and have allowed millions of Jews, who had lived since then, the rite of cultural, religious and historic passage of their survival. Even in times of severest persecutions, or widespread inability to read and write in the language assigned to Jewish people since the beginning of times, the Jewish continuity converged at seder tables.
For the past two millennia Christians have become intimately familiar with Passover and its story, as it is no secret, no matter how much some have desired to turn it into such, that Christians follow the Hebrew Torah, with more modern, just two thousand years old, eyewitness accounts of the life and, most notably, the death of their god, who was arrested whilst celebrating the last supper, the final meal of that year’s Passover, Pesach, in Hebrew. That actually is the original meaning of The Last Supper that also became Jesus’s final meal with his disciples.
Over the lives of all Jews there is the inevitable hovering of the Jewish Passover spirit, the spirit of the individual exodus, the unchaining from whatever the burdens one’s life may have thrown upon that particular Jew’s or his ancestors’ paths.
Last week, at the first seder, I felt mine. The one that reconnected me with a person I grieved over disconnecting from the most.
I believe that Jesus too, from what I have read and learned in the Jewish history classes in college in US, was an observant Jew, and he celebrated Passover in the best of Jewish tradition, with a kosher meal and the proper order of eating from the seder plate or was it not yet placed on a single plate in his time?!
First the bitters that represent years of captivity, are dipped into salt water, that in turn represents the salty tears Jews shed in Egyptian slavery. Matsoh represent the bread that was flat, since the Jews fled their Egyptian homes so fast, the bread had no time to rise. Horseradish represents the harshness of slavery and also the mortar that the Jewish slaves laid between the bricks at the construction of the pyramids. Haroset, a sweet apple, honey and nuts mixture, reminds the Jews of the sweet reward that the ultimate gaining of freedom represents.
During seder, the red wine is dipped ten times to recall each of the ten exodus plagues, the doomsday prophecies that allowed Moses to lead his people out of slavery into the dangerous, long and never ending process of exodus.
Some of you, who have never actually undertaken any literal exodus journeys, will cringe at this mention. That is only because you are not thinking figuratively, for each liberation, be it from an overbearing friend, or an abusive boss, is your personal exodus, the road traveled to liberty, a reaching of precious freedom you must preserve, treasure, and if so needed, fight for with arms in your hands. For some, to the death.
There is nothing more valuable to a human being than freedom. It is the beginning of life for those who were liberated from the enslavement.
That is why Jews eat boiled egg at the Passover table – an unmistakable symbol of life, its continuity, and its very order. What comes first, though not the official question in the seder rite, is the prominent question in the process.
I am certainly not unique in thinking, to each his own exodus.
Many rabbis and wise men and women before me have said it. It is a given that our roads to freedom, the circumstances, are uniquely ours. The strive for freedom burns similarly within each human being.
I am not familiar with a story of any Jews who willingly remained in Egypt because of the fear of perils of their exodus. That does not mean there were none. For in every circumstance there are those whose fear of roadside perils exceeds their strive to free themselves and their children and their children’s children... Sometimes, they are so hung up on their fear, they enslave themselves to their next slave-master. And their children, and their grandchildren…
Passover is a pathway out of that fear, a reminder of the horrific reality of the loss of freedoms without having to actually re-experience it. Exodus is a reference book for human dignity, honor, perseverance, determination and the ultimate joy of fulfillment.
As to my very personal journey of surviving socialist oppression, a modern day slavery that is misunderstood and misused by too many, I could never wish that to anyone. Not even to my worst enemy. A swift death would be better than slow demise in torturous subjugation to mediocre minds that are taking over and never relinquishing control to the wiser, better prepared for the task, more qualified rulers. Rotting in the socialist oppression is my worst fear. My four decades ago exodus from under hammer and sickle is my own exodus. It never ends.
For first seder this year, 2021, we used a Stalin’s era plate pictured here that actually had the hammer and sickle stamped into it. It brought us additional joy when we listed our dayenus blessings and said, next year in Jerusalem.
Whilst we celebrated, we recalled how we were seated at the tables of our relatives, grandma’s, great aunts’ and others, that, as we look back now, we realize were their Passover tables. Even though they could not tell us anything about the meaning of anything, they continued the rite of passage. Even under the threat of arrests and executions. Even against all hope that we were collectively deprived of in the USSR.
I come from a long line of slaves.
I got freed – read my story in my books.
Becoming free made me happy.
I am a free liberated human being, who understands the value of Truth and the falsehood of Deception.
I need no special recognition, respect or compensation for my sufferings.
I wish you to find your own exodus and to love and treasure freedom.
|Posted by Marina B on January 26, 2021 at 8:05 PM||comments (0)|
What happened during The Holocaust is incomprehensible.
Not that holocausts and genocides are incomprehensible, in principle. They do occur all the time and have been occurring for as long as this world existed.
What made The Holocaust perpetrated by the Nazi Germany against the Jews unfathomable was the fact that it happened in the very country, which just a few short decades prior, praised itself on its progressiveness, enlightenment, advancement and intellectual superiority, yet had readily indoctrinated its citizens into believing that eradication of the Jewish people from the face of the Earth was justified and even sanctified as sacred.
Most people today are so desensitized to the Jewish victims’ numbers. What are 6,000,000 lives to a planet of nearly 8,000,000,000? But it is only .075% of today’s population, you may think.
The Jews lost two thirds of their people in The Holocaust!
In relation to the 1939 world population, it was .3%... a huge difference, to some. Irrelevant to others, who still did not learn any lessons from the unfortunate history of the Jewish people during the 20th century - be it from the deficiencies of their education, personal views of their teachers and/or families, or by a deliberate effort in revisionism of history.
Six million lives is an incomprehensible number. It creates a shield of deceptive detachment. Especially, to the young generations, who are educated with limited knowledge of statistical probability of such holocausts and the irreparable moral decay holocausts inflict upon the subsequent generations, themselves included.
The atrocities of The Holocaust were so widespread, so evil, so despicable that a well-intentioned 20th century earthling would have axiomatically accepted them as the worst tragedy ever. Of course, not all earthlings are made well-intentioned.
The Holocaust has been argued and disputed, despite the overwhelming, clearly documented evidence, The Nuremberg Trials and countless testimonies by survivors, witnesses, liberators, and even participants in the intended mass extinction of The Jews.
After half a century people begin to forget. Even those who had seen or heard the evidence can be taught to “reimagine it” as time begins to separate the event from the society’s current, more immediate needs, problems and pressing pursuits.
When was the last time you went to your local Holocaust Museum and were shown a survivor testimony? Have you ever? Those testimonies are very difficult to watch, very disturbing. So, what frequently happens, the children, and even adults, are protected from the disturbing impact of survivors’ memories, when they should be shell-shocked by their impact into respect of every human life and understanding of the evolution of hatred that could afflict every ordinary human being.
The Holocaust Museums have now been rebranding themselves into Museums of Tolerance. As if an attempt to exterminate one people is equal to the numerous attempts to subjugate another in acts of enslavement, however atrocious. The result has largely been a dilution of The Holocaust, first to include people of all nationalities and religions, who were also victimized by the Nazis and then to equalize it to all other attempts at genocides.
When was it that your local Holocaust Museum showed you the evidence of residents of your local community, who lived nearby, who went to your doctors and hospitals, ate at your favorite restaurants and so painstakingly took the time and made detrimental psychological effort to preserve their experiences so that people like you would not, could not possibly ever be dissuaded from remembering and carrying forward their harrowing legacies?
My own experiences rise out of being a grandchild and child of the Jewish survivors of The Holocaust, frequent interviewer of survivors and witnesses and being a student of anti-Semitism. My various exposures include a unique interview with a Holocaust denier David Irving, an experience I do not readily or frequently share – yet going forward, I promise I will.
The regrettable truth that The Holocaust witnesses, survivors and deniers agree upon is that for various reasons, people learn their history lessons very inadequately and, quite dangerously, they assume that nothing as horrific as The Holocaust of the 20th century could happen to them.
Just this morning, on the eve of Auschwitz liberation 76th anniversary, I read a story about a prominent Jewish family, who had a chance to flee, yet fled in the wrong direction, mistakenly thinking that the Soviet Union, the promised bastion of socialist utopia, would shield them against Hitler in 1939. That family was separated; part was forcibly transported to Siberia right away, part to Auschwitz, once the Nazis came in 1941.
The Jews are that less than 1% ethnic and religious group, which has been at the center of world hatred for several millennia. We are no strangers to genocides, captivity, forced resettlements, expropriation of assets, torture, humiliation, discrimination, and venomous, generational, institutionalized persecution. What befell to our people during the 12 years of Hitler when the world stood still and hardly lifted a finger to save majority of us, may occur again in the not too distant a future. Are you ready to fight to protect your Jewish neighbors? Or will you, like so many others before you, get immersed in your personal incidents and vendettas and will take the Jews to another slaughter? Your choice! Your consciousness!
My people have the incomparable resilience of survival. Should another holocaust engulf us into its flames, out of just a few survivors, we can rebuild, as we’ve been doing and you all have been reading in the Old Testament and since…
My people are the chosen people, perhaps, for their ability to overcome the worst without hating the world back or wanting to inflict comparable sufferings onto it. We rose and we will continue to rise from places of godforsaken hell, like Auschwitz and Majdanek, so that we can birth an occasional Albert Einstein or Elon Musk who will take the entire humanity, not only our less than 1% of the population, forward. Despite the hatred we are often subjected to enduring. Despite envy and false accusations.
Yes, we are only human, with all the faults of humanity in us, but if we forgave you the last Holocaust, why is it that you still begrudge us our statehood in our native land of Israel? Why is it that you still support the self-proclaimed destroyers of Jews, like Iran and Palestinian Authority? Why is it that you refuse to accept us as equals, when we’ve been fighting for your equality for decades, and even centuries?
There was so much promise coded into that “Never again” slogan just a quarter of a century ago. What changed? Why is the world ready to sacrifice us all over again?
I sit here, knowing that some time in the future, the descendant of the impending holocaust will be writing her thoughts down to commemorate the future anniversary of the liberation from that future holocaust. History will do what it always does – attempt to teach humanity a lesson it constantly refuses to learn…
|Posted by Marina B on January 16, 2021 at 8:05 PM||comments (0)|
I have big plans for January 20, 2021 and beyond.
First, I will remember the idiocy of the pink pussy mad-hatters from four years ago, the violent threats and hatred that befell on what could very well be, the last decent president USA has ever had.
I will remember how TDS overwhelmed the envious, the corrupt, the MSM-brainwashed, the institutionally indoctrinated of you and how despicably behaved, and how for four years you terrorized The President, his family, his supporters and anyone who disagreed with your line of hatred by flipping everything upside down, until you made a mockery out of US and The Truth.
I will sit with my morning coffee enjoying the final moments of FREEDOM this country gave me, a refugee from socialism, and I will thank the founders of the United States for the forty one years of freedom I enjoyed.
As of 11:59 am, I will completely disconnect from the useful idiocy that will be tyrannically installing itself in the WH.
I will follow the example and wisdom of Dr. Victor Frankl, an Austrian psychologist, who survived The Holocaust and wrote a book of his experiences in the concentration camp, and I will follow the Torah teachings that have been guarded by my people for millennia.
The Torah teaches that everything is a will of G-d and humans have the free will only to the extent of the free choices they make. Dr. Frankl, after observing and surviving the despicable atrocities, concluded that the way a prisoner imagined the future affected his longevity, and that it is essential to identify a purpose in life to feel positive about, and then immerse yourself into it imagining only that outcome.
Here’s what I will be imagining behind my 21st century virtual barbwire:
1) The Truth will Triumph.
2) Yours is only a temporary triumph, on a way to revelations that will follow your excesses and terror. The Truth always comes out. The Truth is absolute and facts, as they are revealed, will serve The Truth.
3) All the damage you can do to this wonderful country, and consequently to the world, which follows and relies on US leadership, is not going to impact my vision of the outcome, i.e. Triumph of The Truth.
4) As part of my survival, I will pretend that none of you are, and what becomes of you is wholly and totally inconsequential to me. I will not be sympathetic to your painful realizations, as one by one you will discover that what I’ve been warning you about was true and the knowledge I was trying to pass on to to you, was factual.
5) I will pay as much attention to you as you did to me, and show you the same “kindness” as you bestowed on me and mine, after you travel the full journey and are ready for a conversation on the level. I will only have a conversation like that after your full and complete admission of your error in judgment, and you full apology – not to me – to this glorious nation you are destroying and to The Trump Family – every single one of whom so bravely fought to preserve it, as The Republic she was planned, functioned since 1776 and was meant to forever.
If I live through this difficult time.
|Posted by Marina B on December 27, 2020 at 3:00 PM||comments (0)|
Kiev 1966. I remember everything about that evening and the preparations that led to it with Mama making me a dress out of her old one, the color of ocher yellow, a dark and moody natural color of a forest fox. Some call it orange. Mama made me a trim out of her brown fox fur color. Just for that one night. But it is really a borderline red. Mama really loved me when she made me clothes when I was very young. As I got older and life became more challenging, I eventually learned to make them for myself. I never again felt quite like the shining star I was the evening I was the fox. In some ways, this may have been my moment of the end of innocence. I started realizing how difficult everything in our everyday life was soon after.
I remember playing the role of a sly shrewd animal and loving every moment. I remember the feel of the fox dress fabric, and the scent of the fur, the scared children awaiting their turn in the New Year show, and my happy starring role that lasted but a few minutes, but gave me joy for years. I remember my soft shoes and the room filled with rows of parents on children’s seats, applauding everything, even their children’s inabilities to retain and deliver a few lines. I had a big part and even Mama was impressed how finely I delivered all of my speeches.
A gorgeous tall New Year’s Tree, so beautifully decorated, was guarded at the snow-cotton-covered tree-stump by Snow Girl, a Russian folk character, who always assisted Grandpa Frost with presents. You cannot see him but his white cotton torso was surely standing to the other side of that tree-stump.
The portrait of Grandpa Lenin, everybody’s “sage, loving and caring leader” is on the wall in front of me, adorned by embroidered towel, an Ukrainian rushnik, just as the darn icons would have been before the Bolshevik Revolution.
To hell with god – that’s what we were being taught every day, every hour, in preparation for our role in the Soviet Socialist society.
The children were lauded as the most privileged and protected citizens of the USSR. We were certain that we were the best of the children in the world. The most deserving. The future was ours for the taking…
So many of our generation are dead now. Some died in Afghanistan. Some, during and after Chernobyl. Some die in Ukraine from poor medical care, like no help in hospitals for seniors at 50 or 55. Flu medications are not dispensed to seniors, for instance.
Some died from hardships during the post-perestroika era. Some were killed by profiteers and other modern day bandits.
Most became cynics and condemned the regime that raised us.
Many disbursed throughout the world.
The true communists amongst us did what they were programmed to do – they continue to spread the disease of Leninism-socialism to all odd places it has not yet infected. In many countries little girls like me have been reciting their poems during what should have been Christmas-time celebrations. They stare into Grandpa Lenin’s portraits to the applause of their Marxist parents too eager to deny god as the dogma of religious “opium for the masses” just as Lenin taught.
More than half a century later, from the shores of United States of America, I look at the innocent little girl I then was and pray to GOD that socialist takeover meets its death in 2020. I pray it will become COVID’s most deserving victim.
I pray that Christians will continue to be Christians and Jews – Jews, practicing their religions openly and proudly, without communist imposition of atheism or Islamists’ “convert or die” contamination.
The younger Americans and even my contemporaries know so little about history, they have allowed revisionism and thought control.
We are a week away from 2021 – I am hopeful!
I want Truth to prevail and preserve USA for the future generations of grateful immigrants like me and their well-informed descendants, who will erect beautiful Christmas Trees and light Hanukkah menorah candles every year, and live together in love and peace.
|Posted by Marina B on December 19, 2020 at 8:25 PM||comments (0)|
I don’t give a hoot about your skin color, religion or sexuality as long as you do not a) impose them on me or b) deny me full respect of mine!
In 7th grade, I was a mentally and emotionally abused teen, who despite all that was being dumped onto me by my parents, school and the entire Soviet Union, chose to be like the Decembrists and other period heroes I admired, a freethinker. I define freethinking as upholding that knowledge should be grounded in facts, scientific inquiry, and logic. Coincidentally, that is exactly what my teachers were teaching in class. In practice, however, I was told time and time again by my teachers, my mother and other relations to learn how to hide my true sentiments, ideas, thoughts or else! In sum, I was being taught to lie.
Everyone in the USSR lied as a matter of practical survival.
I loathed lying as it created and perpetuated a logical conflict to the facts I observed and of which I wrote in detail in My Life Through My Dresses – Growing Up Socialist. An incident with my 7th grade Russian Language and Lit teacher, Valentina Lazarevna Shilo, who I hear is now gone and I do not have to worry about using her real name, is as fresh in my mind’s eye as if it happened yesterday.
VLS was my homeroom teacher, and on several occasions when Mama was too verbally abusive in her intolerably cruel way, I ran off to VLS and slept over. I yearned for a mother figure, and to some extent, this Jewish teacher and mom of two young sons, provided me with minimal comfort of a dinner and conversation. I suppose that was why, out of her best intentions, she proceeded to instruct me on how to stop pursuing truth. “If you will not stop this truth-searching,” VLS forewarned me, “you will suffer all your life. No one wants the truth. You’ll be penalized for it.”
It was after that particular phrase that I stopped seeking refuge at her home, because I figured out that just like Mama, VLS was a broken soviet woman, repressed in her views, as every soviet citizen, but more so by being a Jew in Kiev, the Capital of Ukrainian Anti-Semitism.
I decided to remain true to my nature, keep my innate moral center, my ideals of what I should do and how, and so I have been true to the truth seeker in me. Not to hold myself as a perfect human, I erred all through my life, but I have tried my best to guard that 13-year-old truth seeker through all her life battles.
People forgot that Soviet Union, The USSR, was the first ‘socialist paradise’. After socialism failed there, the Soviets taught the Chinese, the Cubans, the Vietnamese, the North Koreans, multiple African nations and on and on and on how to create the society based on socialist-communist lies of Lenin, Marx and Engels and breed generations of useful idiots, just like Stalin commanded.
As the “conversation about privilege” has now taken a racist overtone, I keep hearing about the white privilege. It’s the same lie the socialists planted in Russia to create religion and class struggle, redistribute wealth and power. Same methods. Same tactical moves. Same words. Religion is being steadily replaced by this new divisive value system with cultural atheism, which is nothing new to this old girl who grew up on them in the USSR. “All people are brothers,” they said at public meetings, and went on to teach their kids to hate, for instance, Jews or other national minorities. Jews, actually, were hate for being “that other religion” most people could not even bring themselves up to speak of out loud. No religious practice was allowed for decades. We were JINOs – Jews In Name Only. Never stopped anti-Semites from anti-Semitting! We, the less than 1% of world population, the ever-persecuted vulnerable, yet defiant keepers of Hanukkah!
I am now moving on to the reason for this post - I am being cajoled into abstaining from truth by certain leaders of certain groups, who may be reading some of my social media posts, may not be comprehending the essence of my lifelong pursuits, may not even have used Google to learn that “useful idiot” is not to be interpreted as a literal “idiot”, yet they definitely are telling me and others under their care, that truth will be punished. “Play nice and fit in”, “don’t be an asshole,” “you will become an unwanted individual” and similar wisdoms are being dispensed in private rooms to hundreds just as BLM, George Floyd and anti-Trump ideology are being elevated to the Book of Genesis status and all invited guest are expected to uniformly praise the very socialist ideology I abhor and fight against. Whist I can.
Whilst I have the power of written word in me I will practice to the maximum extent I am able to The Privilege of Freedom I was granted with my US citizenship.
I will not heed the misguided suggestions to submit to mass hysteria of socialism from my “guides”. They are not my masters. They do not know or do not care to think and discover that crematoria were filled with submissive escapism just like that in mid-twentieth century.
I will not heed the submission to the will of media-influenced and brainwashed holders of power any more than I would listen to my writing community peers who have succumbed to pressures of leftists-dominated publishing industry or bought into the narrative of “our version of socialism will work”. NYET! I hate to disillusion you, my comrades in ink, socialism always works for just a few privileged ones – and if you sell your soul, you can be one of them.
I’ll stay true to my truth-seeking soul. I will not alter what I write about, whom I write to and for, or my form of expressing/communicating with my audience, because I will not be bowing to the demands of this anarchist and socialist mobs. You may do as you please. I will not! No accomplishment of mine will hold any value, if I arrive at it through submission to false idols. That includes Islamists and I am not afraid of using this word, because I know full well the difference between Islamists and Americans who are practicing Moslems without a terrorist or world domination intent. I despise Europeans that have submitted and lost their once magnificent countries to religious domination, socialist and new world order control.
I may not have been raised to be a proud Jewish woman. I came into this knowledge and realization slowly, painfully at times, and with great personal sacrifices. But I will die a proud Jewish woman, free in my mind and heart of any malfeasance, especially as an author. I pray this time is far off and those who are now obstructing my path will have already learned why they were wrong in their attempts to block me.
|Posted by Marina B on December 6, 2020 at 11:00 AM||comments (0)|
I did not know much about Jared Kushner when Donald Trump was running for President in 2016, other than he was already very wealthy before marrying Ivanka Trump and was a Chabadnik, a follower of modern orthodox Judaism. The rest I learned as he successfully transitioned the Republicans into digital media to win the 2016 race against many “pre-destined” or rather “pre-distributed” odds.
The Democrats were probably not expecting the digital success and popularity of DJT communicating directly to the “masses.” The Democrats, despite purporting to be the party representing the interests of the ordinary voters, have long ago became the party of massive conglomerate control from unions to media to big pharma to big tech.
Jared, like his father-in-law, does not need to sell out. The entire Trump clan openly and proudly went into the Trump Administration, forfeiting some of their business ventures, to help make America great again – not to make this slogan as hollow as so many of their predecessors have done.
MAGA, is like Frankie Valli’s lyrics:
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease (MAGA) is the time, is the place, is the motion
Now, grease (MAGA) is the way we are feeling…
By mid-2015 I felt very tired, deceived, disturbed and scared by the doings of US politicians (I did not know enough then to refer to them as Deep State) of both parties during the 16 long years of Bush and Obama that have burdened me and millions of others with numerous inconsistencies between the leader’s statements and the actual events and the effect of political actions of US on ordinary people.
Before 2015, I also felt it, but since I never really paid intense attention to politics, with some exceptions, I was complacent.
As a long-time New Yorker, I remembered Trump for his unconventional big-mouth approach to both life and business, and for some of his good deeds he never got enough praise for. I never followed The Apprentice – not my cup of tea. Loving America – is! It was clear to me from day one that Trump is in it, because he loves America, and like me and millions others, he wants to rescue it from the destructive powers that have swooped into it for decades, tearing at the heart of it, until it broke in 2001.
That would not, could not be mended by the Arab-oil-dependent-Bushes, the anti-American Obamas and certainly not by the jail-bound (I then thought) Hillary Clinton, whose callous negligence on the night Amb. Stevens was murdered in Libya and long list of strange untimely deaths of the unwanted remind me of the Medici and Soviet Commissars.
I did not understand The Deep State until the wool the Democrat Party has pulled over my eyes cleared up.
In comes Jared, a Jew, who gets assigned a paid official position and undergoes the appropriate clearances, evoking, amid other mass hysteria of late 2016-early 2017, an outcry for nepotism! Spare me this bulls-t! To steal hundred of millions, billions, trillions, like The Obamas and The Clintons is somehow ok, but to get a transparent appointment of a trusted right hand – not! Theatrics led to anti-Semitic outcry by “the concerned” modern gangsters of BDS and other pro-“free-Palestine” groups, who immediately understood just where Jared’s efforts could lead to – the undesired peace.
In peace, you see, accountability is possible. In wartime, not! And war is how these “palestinians” are able to thrive. Ever seen the waterfront mansions in Gaza? You should.
Back to Jared. So, I learned that he has Berkowitz (same Russian spelling as mine) ancestors by reading about his Holocaust-survivor grandparents. I also learned that he was born on the first anniversary of my arrival to USA. That is my personal connection to Jared.
Over the past four years, largely due to his exceptional efforts – yes, exceptional, ‘cause no one before him could! – that the US embassy was relocated to Jerusalem and so far UAE and Bahrain have established diplomatic relations with Israel, and others are waiting to do so. Jared, somehow, discovered that long-lost pathway to recognition of Israel that the UN had abandoned eons ago… No coincidence, to me, that he, a grandchild of Holocaust survivors and an orthodox Jew, is the one who has been shown the way to finding it.
You’d think that all Jews would rejoice at the thought that this highly sought peace is finally on Israel’s horizon. Nah! There is no and there never will be any “Jewish unity.” Probably never was.
Reform Judaism is threatened by the revival of Jewish Orthodoxy. Instead of admitting to themselves that such resurgence is a direct result of contemporary Reform Judaism stepping so far away from the actual reformation of Judaism the 19th century enlightenment intended, that it became, in many ways, destructive to the basic traditions of Judaism that it was the Orthodox who preserved it for us through the millennia, and taking steps to reconcile, the Reform Jews are openly promoting hatred against the Orthodoxy, stemming out of basic human envy and self-servicing desires of the Reform leaders of all levels. Just read some of their correspondence or listen to their anti-Trump sermons, and everything falls into place – they hate Jared for his orthodoxy as much, if not more, than his Trump connection.
Incidentally, they hate Ivanka for converting even more, and destroyed her business completely. The most hate, of course, comes from the “tolerant left” and is not exclusively Jewish. For God’s sake, Jews are only 1% of population!
And this brings me to the reason I felt like writing this is important – in The Forward Facebook post this weekend Jared was accused of failing his grandparents’ Holocaust legacy and then hundreds of “tolerant” Jews proceeded to bash Jared, shamelessly exposing their own brainwashed hatred, as something desirable and admirably sanctified. Peace in Israel, therefore, one must infer, is something undesirable and evil. As is the word “god” in the phrase “in god we trust.”
I admire Jared and Ivanka for their unfailing work to strengthen The United States of America on her course constitutional course as a Judeo-Christian nation. This young couple has given US four years of their time, brought in their negotiating skills to empower minorities, women, small businesses and foreign relations that promote and support the America First status of our nation.
They sacrificed four years of attention that they diverted from their children to pressing State priorities and subjected their family to hatred from all the people whose livelihood depends on stealing from the government, as opposed to empowering it. They did it for US! For us, for you and me! For the remainder of their lives, they will need security details. Private, not government. They do not expect gratitude, but they most certainly deserve it! As they do respect!
If you are smart, you will contrast what Jared (Ivanka) have done whilst in office to what the grown children, including in-laws, of The Clintons and The Bidens, for instance, have done.
If you are ignorant through your own choice of your party affiliation or your job pressures, you will continue to disregard The Truth and by the time you get it, I hope you are still free and I am still alive, because I choose to serve The Truth.