When I was 12 years old (long ago and far away in 1964) and at
school, I decided to choose Spanish as my foreign language rather than French. At
the time, Puerto Ricans were flooding into the U.S., Cuban refugees in dinghies were crossing shark-infested waters to get to
Florida, Mexican immigration was heavy.
I realized that conquest or
occupation wasn’t in the heads of any Spanish-speaking person or family either. They wanted a new life and an escape from rotten governments and their tin pot dictators.
Though I learned French later as an
adult, as a 12-year-old I was convinced that neither France or any of francophone
countries were interested in emigrating to the Land of the Free. So with all
these thoughts I opted for Spanish.
I couldn’t have predicted that Spanish would become the
second language of America or that some twenty-five years later I would be
working in Latin America.
My Spanish teacher was Ms. Barrera, a Cuban refugee, and she
told us stories about how beautiful Cuba was, and how Communist Castro’s Cuba
had ruined everything. She told us about
the hard times and stories of the various Latin American countries dominated by
blustery nut-cases in splendid military garb.
In the summer of 1967 I visited Communist Czechoslovakia on a
study trip. I never saw anything so
bleak and gray. At the border, we had to exchange a pretty large
amount of U.S. dollars for Czech money.
The coins were tin and paper money
like little printed rags. GUM, the Soviet department store, was nearly
empty. There was nothing to buy unless
you wanted rubber farming boots. Other
than that, there were no shops, no signs, nothing. The food was lousy.
We stayed in a grimy student dormitory. Whenever we sat outside at a cafe, I would
always be approached by young people my age to buy my jeans, my desert boots, and
the shirt off my back, but what they wanted most of all were Beatles
records. I wrote to my family that I
could afford a year living in Prague with a few pairs of jeans and a bunch of
Beatles records. Of course, it was all black-market and illegal, so I demurred.
The last thing I needed was a visit to a
Soviet-run jail at age 15.
The following year, in 1968, Soviet tanks rumbled into Prague
to hammer Czechoslovakia for all of its sins.
There was too much liberal and seditious
activity going on in that country and it
had to be stopped.
With a dual foreign language requirement for most colleges, and mindful of what I had seen in the way of Soviet aggression, In 1968 I chose
Russian.
My teacher was Ms. Briggs, who had somehow managed to emigrate from the Soviet Union. A chemical engineer in the USSR, she couldn’t find work in the U.S. even with her experience and credentials in the sciences. So she settled into teaching Russian. As I recall, we only had three students in our class.
Russian was fascinating.
I learned the Cyrillic alphabet, which was marvelously cryptic, and was then
able to read a bunch of things like Tolstoy and Pushkin in Russian. The
three of us used to pass notes to each other in Russian during our other
classes, just to make sure no one, especially our teachers, would know that we
were commenting on their awful ties or B.O.
The word for “crappy” in Russian is дерьмовый. Just
try to figure that out, Mr. Cowing!
So
I was taught two wonderful languages by refugees.
The ‘50s and ’60s in America were
dominated to a large extent by the Communist threat. The war in
Vietnam was
all about stopping Communism from dominating the entirety of Southeast
Asia.
China and/or Russia supplied the weapons and supplies to the Communist
Vietcong, who came from North Vietnam, already a stronghold of
Communism. The Berlin Wall divided the East (Communist) and
West (freedom) parts of that city in
Germany, and horrific stories of people captured or shot while attempting to
get over, under, or through The Berlin Wall from East to West were all over the
newspapers pretty much daily.
Not so far from my school in the Bronx, NY, there was a
residential high-rise that was supposedly a nest of Soviet spies and their
families. They didn’t seem to have a
problem getting into the U.S. with diplomatic papers.
Another oddball and rather personal reason to learn Russian
was that my father’s parents, who were Russian Jews, had emigrated to the U.S.
from Russia (as it was called before the
Russian Revolution) in something like 1908.
My father was born in 1913 in Brooklyn, NY. He spoke Russian, not fluently, but in the
1930’s it was enough to land him a job at the Soviet Consulate in New York as an
English teacher. Many years later he told
me, somewhat ruefully, that he thinks he taught the first batches of Soviet
spies to speak English. Of course, he had no idea about spies, but hell,
it was a job to help pay his college tuition. At breakfast in the Consulate, the Soviet
spies ate American Post Toasties to appear more American, while my father dove
into huge bowls of Beluga Caviar. Of
course, he brought plenty home with him.
His was probably the only family in Brooklyn in the depression year of 1933
feasting on the finest caviar in the world on a daily basis.
My ancestry aside, I thought Russian might be a useful
language to have in the event of a Soviet take-over. The U.S. would be as gray
and barren as Czechoslovakia in 1967. A
few atom bombs would, of course,
eliminate all of us (though we had a sort of bomb shelter downstairs) and naturally
my Russian wouldn’t be much help. But in
case they invaded in a non-nuclear fashion, I might be in better shape since I
know what дерьмовый means.
1968 was also one of the most horrible years in America: Martin
Luther King and Bobby Kennedy were assassinated,
there were racial and anti-war protests, a riot at the Democratic Convention in
Chicago, and riots all over the country.
Angry students were occupying universities,
the war in Vietnam was escalating, and recession was looming, as was Richard
Nixon.
From the miserable news I’d see every day, it seemed to me that America
was buckling. At times it felt entirely chaotic.
Surely the Soviets loved this, and
their spies were running rampant all over the country reporting all this doom
and gloom to the delight of the Kremlin.
Ultimately the Communist Vietcong ran over South Vietnam and the U.S. ran away in helicopters and planes after almost 60,000 young Americans were killed and billions of dollars poured into the bombs and munitions that blasted the country apart.
Ultimately the Communist Vietcong ran over South Vietnam and the U.S. ran away in helicopters and planes after almost 60,000 young Americans were killed and billions of dollars poured into the bombs and munitions that blasted the country apart.
Which brings me to Donald Trump and Vlad the
Impaler.
Trump’s characterization of the U.S. as being on its knees just
as in 1968, and spreading his grim Boschian view of a country in chaos, is
music to Vladimir Putin’s ears. Trump,
who seems to have hypnotized no small number of Americans into believing his
bullshit, is being set up by Vlad. Armed
with his so-called “business savvy”
(bilking Americans and non-Americans alike), Trump has no clue that Vlad and
his comrades have him in the palm of their hands.
While Trump is extolling the virtues of Vladimir Putin, he forgets (or never knew) that his new buddy once headed the KGB. Other than the CIA, and its predecessor the OSS, the KGB was the biggest intelligence organization in the world from the 1930’s to the 1990’s, created by none other than Josef Stalin himself. During WWII, while Churchill, Roosevelt, and Stalin held meetings to defeat the Nazis, Stalin was murdering tens of thousands of people in his country, primarily based on domestic intelligence, or just his own list of people who appeared to threaten him, or to eliminate past enemies.
According to my father, most of his family, still in Russia, were shot by Stalin. Since the breakup of the Soviet Union, the KGB morphed into the GRU, but it’s still the same, and possibly worse.
To characterize Putin in more biblical terms, he is the ultimate
Silent Snake. Putin cut his teeth on espionage
tradecraft. Now he runs Russia. Should Donald eat one of Vlad’s tempting apples,
we’re in for some real problems. It’s
possible that he has already.
It is doubtful that the Second Amendment, which ensures the
right for citizens to bear arms (muskets) against hostile marching forces from
places like Britain, and is now a license to shoot any citizen or cop you want
to, will not accomplish much against whatever is being concocted at the Kremlin.
Cyberwar has blossomed from countries
that don’t like America and want to spy on or cheat Americans. (Right up Donald’s alley!). Trump doesn’t even know how to use a computer.
According to him, he writes memos and
letters by himself and has them hand-delivered. Huh?
Then there is Trump’s assertion that NATO countries have to
pay up or the U.S. is out. NATO countries, anywhere near the border of Russia,
will have little protection against incursion by Russia. NATO requires that any member nation will participate
together to thwart an enemy advance into their sovereign territory. Of course, Russia grabbed the Crimea overnight,
and funded a war against Ukraine. So any
weakness in NATO spells opportunity for Vlad.
Next, Trump has publicly invited Russia to do more spying and
cyber penetration in the U.S., giving the Russians
carte blanche to seek and hack emails. Really? Aiding
and abetting an enemy is treason, and reaching out to foreign countries to solicit
espionage activities on American soil or servers as an American citizen is
simply against the law. That’s nothing
for Trump, who has something like 2,300 lawsuits he drags around with him like
Marley’s chains across the campaign trail. He’s above the law of course, as most
dictators are.
Trump has said that his comments were “sarcastic.”
There are a lot of countries that don’t understand “sarcasm.” And
plenty of Americans don’t either. They read things literally. So should the
justice system in this country. I’ll bet
thousands of our enemies and spies have been
mobilized behind the Cyber Curtain as a result of Trump’s “sarcasm”. And It’s all in Vlad’s playbook.
It’s time for Donald the Sarcastic to shut up. He won’t do this of course. But Vlad the Silent Snake has his tasty apples
on the dining table. Try making a “deal”
with Vlad. It will be as hollow and far more
venomous than most of the “deals” Trump has made throughout his career as the Champion
Snake Oil Salesman and Carnival Barker.
It takes one snake to know another, but Vlad is the craftier and larger
snake.
Vlad wants Trump to win to destabilize
the United States and Eastern Europe. He
doesn’t even need to drop an atom bomb when he has a Clown-Haired Godzilla stomping
around the amber waves of grain, deporting millions, and building a “wall” between
Mexico and the U.S. (which will be penetrated in a matter of minutes). Not unlike the Berlin Wall, Trump’s Wall, if
it ever comes to be, will eventually be torn down, probably by Americans who
want to get out.
And speaking of expulsion from The Garden of Eden, it’s not
too wild a thought that Trump would have
to seek refuge in Russia with Edward Snowden once the “Deal” goes down.
Yep, I think I’ll just brush up on my Russian.
