Marina Berkovich, Author

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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.

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To Be a Wandering Jew

Posted by Marina B on July 31, 2021 at 8:30 PM Comments 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 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.

My Cure For Your Holocaust Fatigue: Choose Your Shoes Now

Posted by Marina B on January 26, 2021 at 8:05 PM Comments 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…

On The Precipice of Purpose

Posted by Marina B on January 16, 2021 at 8:05 PM Comments 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.





A Girl in a Fox Dress

Posted by Marina B on December 27, 2020 at 3:00 PM Comments 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.



About The Privilege of Freedom

Posted by Marina B on December 19, 2020 at 8:25 PM Comments 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.


The Transparency of Jared Kushner

Posted by Marina B on December 6, 2020 at 11:00 AM Comments 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.



Posted by Marina B on December 2, 2020 at 2:00 PM Comments comments (0)

If I ever hated anything, hearing or saying “I told you so” is it!

I love and respect my friends to never use these words. I do not think that I used them more than a couple times in childhood, and certainly not since I matured.


But today I must!


In anticipation of 100th anniversary of Bolshevik Revolution I intensified my personal plight to better inform the population of the USA about the imminent threat of socialism. For the past five years I’ve written about it and presented, in various forms to multitudes of audiences, the materials I call “Socialism 101.” I was sincerely hoping that by educating Americans about socialism, I am opening their eyes and minds in time to prevent them from repeating the same mistake USSR, Germany, China and many other countries have already made – believing in benevolence of socialism.


I am not unique in doing this now, but at the beginning, at least in certain circles, I was. Inasmuch as I was being met with the usual interest former Soviet refugees still evoke among the people who are either anti-Communist (let’s agree that Communism is the ultimate quest of Socialism!) or have worked on and sponsored the release of Soviet Jewry from the USSR. With the first group, it usually is a semi-rewarding experience of preaching to the choir. With the second, an uphill battle against the deeply seeded belief in the underlying goodness of socialism.


Over the past century, American Jews, as well as non-Jews, adapted the ancient Judaic concept of Tikkun Olam, that is the prospect of overcoming all forms of idolatry, which over millennia of Jewish history has been reframed by other Jewish thinkers as an aspiration to behave and act constructively and beneficially, to equate to that of socialism.



Socialism, in the meantime, has a long bloody tail of revolutions, starvations, tortures, murders, break up of nuclear family, forced resettlements, forced labor in all kinds of gulags and concentration camps, disposal of God and replacement, via atheism camouflage, with Socialist/Communist Party idols, like Lenin, Stalin, Hitler, Mao, just to throw in a few names at the gullible people, who continue to blindly praise socialism as they refuse to understand its meaning or study its inhumanely cruel history.


Every generation, I often heard, deserves what it gets.

Let that one sink in.

Do we all deserve this socialist plague?


I don’t! I already fled from it into the wonderful land of USA. That is, the wonderful land it used to be before the Obama Destroyer shook its fundament and toppled, one after the other, the cherished values America offered for almost two and a half centuries to every woman, man and child seeking freedom.



In two weeks all freedoms will be removed from under every freedom-appreciating American and will be replaced, as the Grand Masters Obama and Soros designed, by the values of American Cultural Revolution. All of the people of USA will be made into slaves to this revolution. I can now just as accurately predict just how it will unfold, as to what the useful idiots’ reaction will be. The removal of basic rights and freedoms, will be followed by the removal of basic conveniences, but that is OK with the meek. They do not seem disturbed by relinquishing those, little by little, as long as their leaders continue the perpetuation of lies they used to trap them, and everyone who resisted the cultural revolution, into this bottomless abyss of suffering. Those who do not seek The Truth, are never disturbed by the loss of it, until…yes, here’s my “I told you so” time.


I told you so! I told you that you will have no free speech, no fair elections, no patriotism, no love of America, no Judeo-Christian nation, no God, no respect for your neighbors, no real education in your schools – these and more will be replaced with propaganda ideology and forced submission to the Elite Communists (Or whatever they may be called on this turn!!!)


I told you so! You and your children will be miserable, perpetually angry, regretful, remorseful, embittered, destitute and hopeless. And possibly your grandchildren and great-grandchildren, but you will not live that long! You will be hungry, recalling the everyday pleasure you had by eating your favorite foods, snacks, desserts. You will be restricted as to when you can shop and where, based on your political affinity until it is beaten out of you. You and your children will be held accountable for the incompetency of every leader you voted into the office during the last free election that you thought was yours to steal.

You will suffer!

You will suffer like three of my great-grandparents, who died in the first post-revolution winter in 1918 Ukraine at the bandits, pogromschiks, lack of medical care and food.

You will suffer like my fourth great-grandparent, who went from relative comfort and a promise of happiness to extreme poverty practically overnight and never had it good again for the remainder of her long lonely life.

You will suffer like my parents and aunts and uncles, who were brainwashed into believing that socialism is the tikkun olam, and even if they came to realize differently, they submitted, or they would have suffered even worse.

You will suffer like me, and will understand the pain I am now living through, having escaped out of this socialist nightmare for four decades, only to witness you take me down into this oblivion with you!

Yes, every time you will complain – and your days will be filled with complaining – I will draw special pleasure from saying “I TOLD YOU SO!”


And you would not listen. Now, pay the full price, as you deserve!


As it always happens, I, too, will suffer with you…

I will be full of regrets, the biggest one of them will be, I should have had a stronger voice and more influence, alas, I did not get it. As a teacher, I’ll stand back, after you immerse, mature and settle into your socialism. I TOLD YOU SO would be the only thing I could tell you then…if I have any voice left.


The Murky Times

Posted by Marina B on November 24, 2020 at 3:35 PM Comments comments (0)

Once upon a time in Russia, there was a period known as Time of Trouble, in English. In Russian it’s called “Murky Time,” a better name, as it explains the very muddy and shadowy state of the state between 1598 and 1613.

In 1591, Tsar Ivan The Terrible’s youngest son, Dmitry Ivanovich, the Crown Prince of Russia, only 9 years of age, was ruthlessly assassinated by the greedy envious power usurpers.

His successor, Fyodor I, the oldest son of Ivan The Terrible, the last of the Rurik Dynasty, the founding dynasty of Russia, died without an heir in 1598. (1557-1598). His wife was the sister of Boris Godunov, the man who already acted like a Tsar for years of Feodor on the throne…Boris reigned 1598-1605. His son, Feodor II, reigned after, until June 10, 1605…

At that same time, three Pretender Tsars claimed the Throne of Russia.

Did they not teach you any of Russia’s Murky History in USA history classes? Well, perhaps, not in the last 40 years, when classic education was thrown out to accommodate “progressive change.”

The Three Pretender Tsars of Russia were:

Dmitry I, historically known as Pseudo-Demetrius I and False Dmitry I, proclaimed himself a Tsar and reigned from June 10, 1605 to May 17, 1606, his death, under the name of Dmitry Ivanovich.

He was the first, and most successful, of three Pretender Tsars of Russia. (самозванцы; самозванец, singular). All three claimed to be the youngest son of Ivan the Terrible, and each claimed to have successfully escaped the assassination…in 1591…

False Dmitry I was survived by his wife, the beautiful Polish woman of many talents, Marina Mniszech, whose very last name will become a new word in the Russian lexicon – mnit', to imagine oneself to be….

False Dmitry II, d. 12/11/1610, aka Pseudo-Demetrius II and also called the rebel/criminal of Tushino, a then village near Moscow, now part of Moscow, was the second of three pretenders. He is believed to have been either a priest's son or a converted Jew and was relatively highly educated for the time. He spoke both the Russian and Polish languages and was an expert in liturgical matters. And – here’s my favorite tidbit – the widow Marina recognized Dmitry II in 1607 to be the real Dmitry I, who was “raised from the dead,” but actually not. Wars were fought and lives were lost in pursuits of the Polish Kingdom after the Russian Throne…as Don Cossacks became more powerful against The Swiss and The Poles… DII was killed by a tatar prince he previously flogged…

False Dmitry III, aka Pseudo-Demetrius III, died July 1612. He was the most enigmatic of the three, from Novgorod, but aka the rebel/criminal of Pskov, proclaimed himself Tsarevich (Prince) Dmitry on March 28, 1611. The Cossacks, who were leading a long campaign against Moscow, proclaimed him Tsar and kissed the cross (swore allegiance), but a year later, May 18, 1612 he was seized and delivered to Moscow, where he was secretly executed. Murky Times lasted until in 1613 Michael Romanoff ascended.

All students of government destabilization study The Murky Times aka Smuta in Russian.

Freedom of Thought, Freedom of Speech and Freedom of Expression

Posted by Marina B on November 24, 2020 at 12:45 AM Comments comments (0)

Or How George Floyd is Being Used To Destroy Jews

I was born a slave to socialism in the USSR, Union of Soviet SOCIALIST Republics.

I escaped at 18, after I had undergone complete Soviet Communist Party indoctrination and was miraculously shown the way out of the lies that are inherently built into the system of Socialism with Communist elite at the helm.

That was forty years ago.

As I write these words at my private residence that has more bedrooms and bathrooms than residents, I wonder where all the insanity of current cultural revolution and political coup in US is going to take it. Will I be forced, as my Russian predecessors in 1917, to surrender private ownership to everything I own, things of financial and sentimental value that took me a lifetime to assemble, after arriving to here with $90 and a small crate we were able to ship that contained mostly books, dishes and bedding. The hidden irony is that no one will want whatever is left of the dishes or linens, and most certainly, no one will read those books after me. To the current generation they represent only extra moving expenses. To my generation, they stood for Thought, Reason, Enlightenment, Integrity, History – ideals of irreplaceable value we fought, and some even lost their lives waiting for.

Will my IRAs be confiscated? Maybe that is why I always had such hard time saving and never could envision living in comfort in my old age.

Will I be forced into one room of my house, once redistribution hits full swing? Which room? The smallest, for sure. There undoubtedly will be a family of six using the larger bedroom and bathroom. There always are the more needy that cannot pull themselves up. They will benefit a little. I will suffer a lot!

I’d be lucky to use a shower, if the water will still be running. In the USSR, we never had it running in summers. Is there a well nearby? The river is at least 3 miles away. How would I be able to carry water? I’m not getting any younger.

House the size of mine could house three proletarian class families, at least. All women sharing one kitchen. The constantly disappearing food. No one could leave their soup unattended, lest the always-feuding neighbors spit into it.

I wake up, praying, or dear God, please not!

In today’s speak, proletarians are not revolting against the government. It is the intelligentsia class that is directing this coup, just as in the past, perhaps, once again, genuinely believing that they can “make a better world for you and me.”

I like my world, whatever is still left of it, after the destruction and redistribution we had already endured during the Obama administration, that he is still determined not to transfer out of.

There is so much insanity that awaits, the revolutionaries have been dropping hints and conducting drills all along. Out in the open. And they are becoming less guarded, so entitled they feel. Like the 2020 election fraud.

The most blatant was The Summer of Floyd, when a criminal was elevated to the status of martyrdom to serve a revolutionary purpose. The coup, the revolution against Trump, is really against me and my house. I own things others covet and will take away from me, because that is how revolutions work. And I will become one of those old ladies, who cries into her handkerchief mourning the gentility of the past. If I am lucky to survive at all.

As a Jew, I sit here knowing that the escalating anti-Semitism will blow up into another round of horror. Last night I read that an American Holocaust Museum has opened an exhibition about the death of George Floyd. This morning I check it out and true, The Holocaust Memorial Resource and Education Center in Orlando, Florida, its leadership, to be precise, are the new same old useful idiots I never get tired of cautioning against!

It was not enough for the useful idiots dishonoring the legacy of The Holocaust by diluting its very tragedy, the deliberate, well-planned and organized extermination of six million of European Jewry through all-inclusiveness and diversity policies and permitting a combination with WWII victims of all other nationalities, even though these were not specifically targeted for such genocide.

Now, having duly belittled and destroyed the newer generations’ concept and perception of THE HOLOCAUST. The intolerant left is declaring war against the Jews by…using a Jewish legacy and Jewish hands to perpetuate yet another annihilation of Jews.

While I can still speak freely, the right I can foretell will evaporate in the not so distant future, I implore you to think independently, without listening to pundits and news purveyors for fact analyses. Use your common sense!

George Floyd is now being used to destroy Jews!

George Floyd was a criminal.

He has no relation to The Holocaust.

There is no genocide of blacks in USA! There never was!

Stop this travesty before it becomes the norm! Whilst you still can exercise your right to think and express yourself freely.

Someone is manipulating everything in the world to rebalance the power.

You and I will end up with a substantially diminished world.

If we sill have our right to live.

Everyone has their right to express their views. Even those, who knowingly exploit the george floyds of this country. But they have no right to express their views by destroying the legacy of the 20th century tragedy of MY PEOPLE.

Not even MY PEOPLE have that right. Enough with your cultural revolution, your coup, your revisionism, redistribution, anti-Trump hatred!

The despicable level of low-intellect involved in preservation of the sanctity of The Holocaust Legacy is making me sick!

By the time they come for me, there will not be anyone left to speak! And that time, I fear, is just around the bend…