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The Strange War, Part 3 of 3

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At the restaurant

Relaxed and satisfied, Lyoha enjoyed the long-awaited Tandoori chicken curry, traditionally washed down with Kopparberg strawberry cider. As you can see, he wasn’t misleading Vinodh about his love of Indian cuisine. Olya, Lyoha’s sister who sat opposite Lyoha, was concentrating on the king prawns served to her just a couple of minutes ago with some kind of salad. Her husband Kevin ordered himself just a plain curry, washing it down with beer, and their little son Oliver, who has not yet turned a year, had to sadly stare at the giants, sitting fastened on a high chair. From time to time, distracted from the conversation, each of the adults, including Lyoha, made faces at Ollie to help him pass the time and not be completely bored in the restaurant.

Previously, Lyoha was absolutely indifferent to children, he even slightly disliked them, but since his nephew came to this world, everything changed. He began to see in them (although so far, only in his nephew) something warm, sweet, and even angelic. Taking another sip of cider, Lyoha made a face at Ollie. Ollie, sparkling with his grey eyes, smiled back, and Lyoha was simply taken away by his innocent and defenceless smile. Lyoha muttered to himself—Oh, dear Olliechka, I hope nothing bad will ever happen to you, God forbid, fate will not offend you … and at the same time, an inner voice reminded Lyoha that those captured Russian boys from the video who are now maimed and brutally tortured by Ukrainians were once also the same angels as Ollie. They were no less loved by their mothers, fathers, aunts and uncles, their own children. … And how all their hearts must bleed now. His inner voice continues to whisper— … don’t forget that Ukrainians, their mothers, their fathers, their children now have the same suffering; moreover, they suffer and cry quite likely also in Russian.

Lyoha’s mind registered this argument, but the heart remained deaf to it.Yes, they are brothers, but 8 years ago they turned out to be descendants of Cain. They need to be dealt with before any reconciliation with them!

The first half hour of the conversation was essentially small talk, Lyoha had not seen his sister, Kevin and Ollichka since the beginning of February. They’d spent the last few weeks in Gibraltar, where Kevin had his own waterfront villa, and in an age of remote working, Kevin now liked to spend at least part of the winter season there (but what kind of winter are you talking about in South East England?). They discussed Gibraltar, discussed Spain, discussed England, discussed Ollichka’s progress (how he walks, what he now eats, what he is able to say in English and Russian), they even discussed COVID, but did not approach the hottest topic. Britons are typically sensitive and cautious, and Lyoha and Olya were already up to date on the topic as they talked frequently with their parents on the family chat on WhatsApp, and would not have told each other anything new. However, when it came to dessert, Kevin, slightly drunk, decided to speak out—like, you know, he feels sorry for Russia, again she was unlucky with the elites, tyranny, Stalin, Tsarism, the Iron Curtain, Imperialist Mindset, 1984, ….

Lyoha held back, held back, even smiled politely with the corners of his mouth, and then interrupted Kevin and said to him in Russian, looking into his eyes:

– Kevin, VSHIVY TY MUDAK, ZAVALI YEBALO, POSHYOL NA HUI SVINYA, I VAPSHE ZATKNIS, BLYAD! (Kevin, you lousy asshole, shut your trap, fuck you, you swine, and just shut the fuck up, cunt!)

Since Kevin met Lyoha’s sister already in England, and since in terms of foreign languages he was a typical lazy Englishman, he did not understand a word Lyoha said. He did not even bother to learn the curse words in Russian.

  • Kevin: Sorry, Liosha, what did you say? Olya, could you please translate?

Lyoha’s sister tensed up, and although she shared Kevin’s position, because, unlike Lyoha, she grew up as a typical ‘Moscow liberal’ (she was younger than Lyoshka and spent her formative years attending a prestigious school in central Moscow while living with their parents at Rostovskaya Embankment, barely remembering life at Tekstilshiki). Not being a fool, she decided to immediately put an end to an absolutely unnecessary (especially in front of the child) and potentially problematic dispute:

  • Olya: Basically he’s saying, Kevin, that you’re too remote from this matter to give any valuable judgement.

Olya looked into Lyoha’s eyes, and from the sparks in her eyes, Lyoha realised that he had to quickly agree with his sister. Kevin could be an asshole, maybe a dumb asshole, but he is Ollychka’s father, and Ollychka is an angel.

  • Lyoha: Indeed, indeed, Olya. Sorry Kev, you probably get that we’re all quite anxious.

Kev nodded in understanding, and after five minutes the conversation turned back to a related topic, where Kev shared his amazingly valuable opinion that now politics in the Western world will return to calm and equilibrium, as now stupid populists will not win anywhere! He was probably tempted to say that the reason is “that Putin has become the ultimate Hitler, which means that the new Trumps will have no one to look up to,” but he restrained himself. After finishing another tirade, he put on his mask, embroidered with rainbow colours, and went to the toilet.

Making sure that Kev was out of sight, Lyoshka grinned slyly at his sister.

Olya said: Lyosha, thank you for controlling yourself!

Brother responded to her: That’s alright, what are your plans for Easter?

 

At Lyoha’s flat

While smoking a joint on his balcony for a better night’s sleep, Lyoha listened to an American podcast of the dissident rightists, who took the noble position that they consider what’s happening a tragedy —”essentially Whites killing other Whites.” Unfortunately, it was now much harder to listen to their “analysis,” and after another remark like “Eastern Ukrainians are drawn to Russia, and Western Ukrainians are drawn to the West,” Lyoha decided to switch to something else.

No, it’s nice, of course, that at least these guys are still rooting for Russia, and despite their love for the moustached man, they consider Azov and Ukrainian nationalists to be ‘fake fascists’ (because what kind of real fascist will have the support of the US, the EU, global LGBTQP+ community, and even the ADL and on top of having a Jewish president?), but, as you know, their knowledge is outdated by at least eight years, and no matter how pleasant their Russophilia sounds, in the absence of successes at the front, listening to their praises of our country and Putin is tantamount to deceiving oneself.

As a result, Lyoshka eventually moved back to consuming predominantly Russian historical and political content, which he deliberately tried to avoid while living in England for the past ten years. Not because of some kind of self-hatred, but simply because he believed that he was building a new life in a new place, and therefore the problems of his new society should concern him much more than those of his homeland. Lyosha tried to think of himself as a “White European,” but in the end … it appeared that he remained who he always was—just a Russian, for better or worse, that’s it.

Lyoshka’s red eyes were starting to stick together from looking at the hard faces of the greying Soviet or pro-Soviet (or most correctly pro-Russian Autocracy) gentlemen on his laptop’s screen. Everyone used to laugh at them for almost thirty years, calling them “stupid dogmatic sovki,” however, in the end, it was them, and not some fashionable synthesizers of “Westernism,” nationalism, and liberalism, who turned out to be right, trumpeting all these years that “we must build back our autocracy like during the USSR; don’t rely too much or not rely at all on the Western goods, their supply chains, their technology and even the internet! What if we go to war with them one day and they cut us off from everything in one click?; and even saying that “the West might do the unthinkable—expropriate the 1990s expropriators of Russia, if that would suit their plans one day.” And these guys were considered insane for not believing genius theories that countries with McDonalds don’t go to war with each other.

Lyoha was gradually falling asleep on the sofa. It was a little after eleven, but then suddenly the dialogue of the elderly gentlemen coming from his headphones was interrupted by a call.

Who’s calling? — Lyoshka mumbled. Ahh, Kolyan, alright, then I will pick it up, fine.

  • Lyoha: Hello Kolyan, why are you still not asleep, isn’t it 2 am back in Moscow?

At the same time it was still not too late here in London, and Kolyan was a close friend from the brightest years of his life. They talked about these years with each other more and more, concluding that the time period between 2009–2012 seemed to be a lost paradise. No Ukraine, no sanctions, no Brexit, no Trump, almost no racial issues, no viruses, no wars… either in the West or in Russia. Just live for yourself, finish university, find a career or start your own business, find a girlfriend, find a hobby—and live your life just like everyone else. Ha! How dull, unexciting, boring, predictable and static the world seemed at the time.

And so Lyoshka’s and Kolyan’s conversation went round and round again about their youth, the pills they then swallowed, the boys and girls with whom they hung out with. In the end they returned back to the most obvious and hot topic, where both comrades shared historical parallels that each of them sees—’If they won’t pull their shit together soon and we don’t win … then we are going to end up in such a mess, disaster and shame…that our homeland and even our nation may cease to exist!’—one was talking about the example of the three partitions of Poland during the eighteenth century, and the other one was talking about the annihilation of Germany and Volksdeutsche of Europe in 1945 (“But this time, it will be us on the receiving end”).

The guys chatted for about forty minutes, and at twelve o’clock in the morning in London, Leshka ran out of strength, and said goodbye to Kolyan, so he could go to bed—tomorrow is a workday after all.

He lied to his friend, of course, and still browsed the internet for about a half an hour after they ended their call.

Ah, let me check on our Ukrainian friends and how are they doingand Lyoha went to their You Tube and Telegram channels.

Russian war correspondents in Mariupol have recently shown a pagan temple with”wooden idols that they have built there. People say there were “larpers,” but clearly nationalistic Ukrainians were serious about what they do and they seem to be really good fighters too, unlike most Russian nationalists who continued to hide their fat bottoms on the other side of the screen, preferring to “fight” online rather than in the army.

But, as always Lyoha could not keep watching the Ukrainians for more than a few minutes. Yes, the Ukrainian language still sounded sweet, melodical and somewhat ancient Slavic to his ears but hearing it for the tenth time again from Ukrainianized Russians (a ‘Kyrylo’ Budanov, an ‘Oleksiy’ Danilov, a ‘Yevgen’ Krupin), who when the camera is turned off and they are in the trenches are still talking to each other in Russian, that “all Russians are fucking sub-humans and deserve to lay in the ground,” was pushing Lyoha to switch them all off and wish they would die soon. It did not matter how cool they looked with the Black Sun on their uniform or maybe a naughty Hakenkreuz tattooed on their skin compared to the Russian forces with their Soviet Flags, bearded Chechens and slit eyed Buryats. If you wish me dead, I wish you dead and I don’t give a fuck about your “based” aesthetics.

Lyoha finally turned off You Tube on his laptop and went to brush his teeth while staring in the bathroom mirror looking at the ugly face of Stalin from a 1930s Soviet poster stuck on the wall. “I know our moustache man was hardly a Russian nationalist and he buried lots of my people, but since the other moustache man was appropriated by the Ukrainians, and as they ALL hate our moustached man because he fucked them all over: their moustache man, the Ukrainians, the West, the Poles, (((Russian intelligentsia))), “Nazi” NATO shills; as an enemy of my enemy, Uncle Joe is my friend now!’—told Lyoha to himself when sticking the poster in his bathroom—the one that was bought long ago back in Moscow as a mere joke.

Right before closing his eyes and going to sleep Lyoha made himself check his work emails on his phone for a couple of minutes. Just a habit, you know.

He was pleasantly surprised to receive a number of emails from his colleagues with regards to his name change. A few Americans, a few Brits (including a couple of Blacks and Indians), a Frenchman, even a Pole and a Czech wrote to him all in the same manner—hoping that Lyoha’s family are doing well, expressing their worry about the situation and offering support to Lyoha. Each saying that they either worked in Russia for a few years or have some other attachment to Russia or Russians, and that they hope the situation will work out soon.

And how can I hate these English, Americans, Europeans if there are genuinely good people like these amongst them?…Argh…I can’t even really hate the Ukrainians…Is that bad?… Am I fucking terpila [pushover, a derogatory term coming from the prison world deriving from the verb ‘terpet’—to endure] like the Ukrainians call us? But what about the Western normies who are being pumped up with hate towards all things Russian every day? And how these good-natured Westerners might even change their position should their government actually declare a war against Russia? God, how entertaining it used to be to read about, watch and discuss those historical, bloody and heroic epochs, dreaming about living in them, but not actually living in them!’

And so ended another day of the war for Lyoha, that went on for only a month and a half, but felt like eternity.

The Strange War, Part 2 of 3

Go to Part 1.

Corporate livestream

Hmm, so now these ‘two minutes of love’ at work will go on forever or something? After all, there is not enough pro-Ukraine propaganda in the media or on the Internet! – Lyoshka mumbled to himself agitated, staring at the screen of his laptop, from which a senior boss from the headquarters of their company, located somewhere in Oregon, was doing a corporate livestream. There was a picture of the Ukrainian flag in the background,

Dressed in a beige sweater, a man in his sixties with glasses, with the manners of a teacher, taught his class:

  • On behalf of the senior leadership of the firm, I assure you that our company and all of us continue to stand on the side of the free people of democratic Ukraine, who are heroically resisting the unprovoked violence of the occupying forces of the criminal Russian regime and its tyrant Vladimir Putin, who are killing women and children. If one of our employees wants to make a donation to the fund for helping Ukrainian refugees or wants to donate to the Ukrainian army, the company will add a further 20% to these donations. Slava Ukraini! We stand for peace in Ukraine!

Lyoshka seethed inside: You stand for peace. … Of course, you stand for peace, fucking asshole! And you probably stood for fucking peace at your previous fucking job at fucking Lockheed Martin, and before that you were ‘lucky’ to work in Iraq for fucking Baker Hughes after 2003…. probably also protesting against war and demanding peace there, innit you fucking cunt?!’ RRRRRRRR!

Having calmed down a little, Lyoshka nevertheless relaxed and concluded – ‘Well, actually, thank God, at least I haven’t been fired (yet?) out of compassion for Ukraine for having the privilege of having a Russian passport. It’s good enough nowadays!’

Chat with mum

The clocks showed 5:30 pm, and most of Lyoha’s colleagues were already packing up their things and quietly heading home. Lyoha had no particular desire to continue working. Urgent correspondence had already been dealt with, client deliverables with today’s deadline have already been sent, and anything else could be picked up later in the evening from home on his phone. At the same time Lyoha also had no desire to immediately rush home. What for?

Let me call my mum, since I have nothing better to do! – Lyoha decided and went to the nearest free meeting room to ring her via FaceTime.

Right from the start of the conflict Lyoha began to call his parents almost every evening, partly out of curiosity, partly out of worry for them. Fortunately, no tragedies happened, although in the very first weeks it was an extremely worrying situation, which had since reached a certain plateau. Sadly for everyone, a temporary plateau, but there we go. Thank God, none of Lyoha’s acquaintances or relatives chose suicide, the apparent wave of which among the Muscovites of the middle, and especially the upper middle class, was reported with pleasure by the nasty Ukrainian media. So far, no one amongst his acquaintances had lost their jobs.

Lyoha went into the empty meeting room of one of his senior bosses, which overlooked the British Museum. Mom’s going to like the view!

He rang her number.

Silence.

Okay, she’s probably busy. I will call her again in 5 minutes. Staying in the meeting room, Lyoha began to scroll through his Instagram feed, an important tool he thought for measuring the moods in society.

Moscow photographers continued to take pictures of the capital’s skyscrapers under construction, and for the umpteenth time, the Moscow City district skyscrapers.

Moscow City

What is going to happen to them now? Are they going to have enough tenants? Could the Ukrainians blow them up? — Lyoha was thinking, looking at the photographs.

Female bloggers, after a short pause in late February and early March, came back to the platform with their usual posts of photos of their nails, hair, shoes, food porn, kittens and dogs, their barely covered bodies, and gatherings with their friends. Judging only by their Instagram posts, either their world had not changed, or they did not want to share the changes with the world. There was somehow a strange feeling of inconsistency — after all, there is actually a war going on (well, the so-called ‘SVO’ Spetsialnaya Voennaya Operatsia or Special Military Operation), but the usual peaceful life is still in place… Although Lyoha saw with his own eyes copies of British Vogue magazines from 1942–43, so it’s hardly something unusual; nonetheless it was still odd. That’s not how he expected a war to look like, but he felt that it’s not for him from the ‘depths’ to judge his countrymen for their desire to continue holding a peaceful and calm consumerist lifestyle.

On the other hand, the clones of these girls and boys from a neighbouring country from the end of February began to post a completely different set of photos and videos. No bullshit ‘SVO’, these guys are having a real war! The male bloggers took up arms, the girls took up the coordination of assistance for the front (some offline, but most online), and all of them together blazed with hatred for the “occupier orcs”. They had unequivocally been calling since that time for the murder and death of all Russians, their children and mothers on all monopoly social network platforms, who were very happy to host such content on their pages. And it was striking that people on both sides of the barricades were practically indistinguishable by the way they looked, their names, last names, language and slang. They lived in similar cities with similar houses, similar apartments and similar stairwells. This is probably how the gaping abysses between the former parts of one people are slowly (slowly though?) emerging?

But that’s all in the homelands. In the rest of the Instagram world, a normal life has continued: same pictures of happy girls in new outfits on the elegant streets of Paris, Rome and London. Same chique houses, lovely retro cars of the mid-20th century, delicious cakes and pastries, stunning interiors of European palaces and churches, brand new shiny skyscrapers in Melbourne, Guangzhou and Vancouver. The same posts about transphobia, homophobia, insufficient feminism and lack of diversity. Everything is exactly as it was before. One wonders – what is running through the minds of Muscovites or Kievans today when they look at these posts?

*   *   *

Finally Lyoha’s mum called him back.

  • Lyoha: Priviet, Mom!
  • Mum: Priviet, Lyoshenka — an elegant lady of around 50 years of age smiled at the camera (although she was in fact closer to 60). She drank coffee or tea from a miniature cup and smoked a miniature women’s cigarette, sitting on the balcony of a Stalinist house on Rostovskaya Embankment. Oh what a beautiful view! Wish I was there! — she continued.

Rostovskaya Embankment

  • Lyoha: Oh, mum, you also have such a great view! I sat here on purpose—I knew that you would like to see a bit of London and the British Museum! And of course you will be here in some time, we’ll all be together with dad as well! And I really want to see you both…
  • Mum: Because of this VILE EVIL FUCKING CUNT I have no idea when we can make it, if we even will be able to make it!—mum slipped as always on to the same topic … I curse him every day, so that he finally dies! Every morning I wake up and check the news hoping that this fucking piece of shit is dead! Oh, my god, Lyoshenka, you don’t know how strong, how much I wish that this cunt would die, so everything can become good and normal again!

Actually, it was frowned upon to use obscenities in the Timoshenko family; however, after 24 Feb 22, for the first few days it seemed that almost all Russians (including the most refined ones) were only capable of describing their twisted emotions by cursing. ‘Pizdec’ and ‘Ahuy’ [both meaning ‘fucking hell’, but one word derives from ‘cock’ and the other from ‘cunt’], Pizdec and Ahuy—that’s what most people kept saying to themselves and each other, and as times were quite stressful some morals have gotten lax.

  • Lyoha: Mom, how can you not understand that, in fact, the interests of our family, and even our class, are now tied to Him and to Whether we like it or not…
  • Mum: I want peace with “no annexations or indemnities,” and for everything to be as it was before!
  • Lyoha: Mom, well, as you know that just as back then in 1918 there was no peace, and there were annexations and indemnities. The best we can aim for with such ‘peace’ … could very well be a new Treaty of Versailles.
  • Mum: Good enough for me! I don’t want to go back to the Soviet Union! I LIVED THERE! You just can’t imagine how terrible and miserable it was there … — Lyoha’s mum sighed and rolled her eyes.
  • Lyoha: Well, after all, it’s not really going to be the new Soviet Union …
  • Mum: Haha! Indeed! During these 30 years we have forgotten how to produce almost anything. Today we don’t have a self-sufficient industry and especially mechanical engineering—no planes, no trains … all is now made by Siemens and most of our planes are in lease. Hell, I’m not even sure we know how to produce menstrual pads…
  • Lyoha: Life will force us to build autarchy… — Lyoha tried to argue, feeling slightly unsure of his argument….
  • Mum: You know, this is worse than the Soviet Union, it’s just bloody SOVOK [derogatory name for the Soviet Union with the undermeaning of something rundown and backwarded]! Savings are frozen, Echo Moskvy [The main (((Russian liberal and pro-western))) media platform since 1991—up until the 2010s a radio station, since then a multimedia platform; somewhat comparable to The Guardian] is closed. Prison sentences of 15 years have now been introduced for “anti-state propaganda,” they are talking about re-introducing death penalty for “treason,” people are imprisoned for anti-war rallies and you no longer can easily exchange foreign currency. At least whoever may be trying to escape from the country, thank God, are still being allowed to leave…

The topics and even the phrases of the conversations have not changed for several weeks, just like a broken record, but this did not bother both interlocutors, each of whom received a certain buzz when having such a dialogue. They probably just wanted to get it out of their system and receive some temporary relief from such a discussion.

  • Lyoha: Mom, it’s just a country … during war time. That’s all!
  • Mum: Oh, thanks Lyosha! So easy for you to say that! That’s horrible! You can’t imagine what it’s like!

Lyoshka, of course, himself agreed that he did not know “what a nightmare it is,” but on the other hand, he was well aware from phone calls with his parents about what they had been doing for the past few weeks. How and with whom and what restaurants they attended together in Moscow, who they saw and which neighbours they hosted as guests at their dacha in Novaya Riga [a prestigious outer Moscow suburb with a bunch of gated communities]. Which brand of foreign wine and champagne they drank there, what premieres they recently attended in theaters and how they “had been forced to” spend their spring vacation in picturesque Karelia [the northern region of Russia next to Finland] instead of London.

  • Lyoha: I can’t imagine that, but still…it’s not the end of the world…yet. Everything seems to be fine so far. Most of the Russian people have it far worse…but hold a political view different from yours—Lyoha said in a defensive tone.
  • Mum: Fuck the Russian people, this abominable scum! I don’t give a fuck, seriously! If they got used to living in drab colorless poverty forever, then this is not my problem! I don’t want to live like that!—his mother almost hissed with sincere hatred and contempt. And …YOU TELL ME LYOSHENKA, if you are here for the Russian people, why are you supporting the BOMBING OF KIEV AND KHARKOV, huh? My cousin Lena lives in Kiev, with her Seryozha and Bogdanchik, if you forgot? Didn’t you see him in London in 2018? You seemed to have had a good time with him then? Do you support the shelling of their city, huh? Do you think it would be great if their apartment on Khreschatyk [Kiev’s Champs Elysees or London’s Oxford Street] will end up demolished? That’s all for the ‘Russki Mir’ [Russian World—one of the propaganda terms of the Russian side], RIGHT?
  • Lyoha: Mom, you should have seen what Bogdanchik has been writing on social media about Russia and Russians even before these events … Yes, Kiev and Kharkov used to be pro-Russian cities, but now they hate us. And yes, they do it in Russian, I can’t argue with that. And if you care so much about ordinary people, I didn’t hear words of indignation from you during the previous 8 years about the Donbass, when they were bombed. I also never heard any condemnation from Aunty Lena or you as well about Odessa [2nd May 2014, where 50+ pro-Russian Ukrainian citizens were burnt alive by the Ukrainian nationalists].
  • Mum: I don’t give a shit about Donbass, Donetsk, Lugansk and Odessa! Have you been there at least once, unlike Kiev? Have I been working these thirty years in order to retire without a penny in a fucking gigantic North Korea because of some fucking Donbass? To hell with Donbass!!
  • Lyoha: Mom, I’m afraid that the Ukrainians still won’t appreciate your love for them, and I think that Aunt Lena, Serezha and Bogdanchik curse us all together, and in the case of a defeat we will face a massacre! Have you seen the videos of how our boys are being tortured there?
  • Mum: It’s their fucking problem that they ended up there! Why the hell were they on a mission in another country? If the Ukrainians come here, we will meet them with your father with bread and salt!

The conversation, as always, was coming to a dead end. Lyoha was too disgusted to continue the conversation (and let’s be frank, his mother for her own reasons was likely disgusted as well). He wanted to share a story gleaned from the recently read memoirs of Berlin Germans in 1945 about how one Berlin communist and his Jewish wife were excitedly waiting for the arrival of the liberation Red Army, and as a result, his stomach was torn open and she was raped by a whole crowd and killed without any appreciation for their “bread and salt,” but at the last moment Lyoha decided to keep it to himself.

But the conversation had to be continued and steered in a more constructive direction. It was mum. Lovely mum, who, like dad, had provided him with a wonderful life. They had sent Lyoha to England to study (and also later his sister), then helped them both with an apartment. It’s actually hard to find an area of his life where they didn’t help with something… They more than fulfilled a plan for “building communism” in the Timoshenko family [meaning building a good life — it’s a Soviet expression that in most cases is used sarcastically, as it was used by Soviet leaders to make promises that were never delivered]. And although his mother was hissing and now saying nasty things about her own people, to love thy neighbour (everyone understands who’s the neighbor in their own way, and for Lyoha that was the Russian people), Lyoshka was taught by his parents’ example—their own gentle nature and homey warmth.

You have no right to utter a word, or even be offended or annoyed, Lyoha!—Lyoha’s inner voice told him and then addedYou must endure!

Tekstilshiki in winter, Moscow, 2000s or 2010s.

Well, deny it or not, you are a comprador bourgeoisie and you know it, Lyoha. It is unpleasant to admit that you belong to this class of parasites, or rather servants of real parasites, but on the flipside, it was quite lucky to have a relatively comfortable life in Russia in that historical period. It would be foolish to refuse it, especially since his parents were not really some kind of bloodsucking monsters. Mum built her career in boutique private banks, dad made it in public relations for multinationals. All their life they have always paid their taxes, never received any bribes and if they paid any, they were for speeding tickets back in the 1990s. They have always done their jobs in accordance with the law. If the law was dodgy at some point, well, it’s not the parents who made them, and they were certainly not the rebels to question or fight against them. Yes, from early childhood, Lyoshka recalls, every morning began with the sounds of Echo Moskvy in the kitchen, but there was never any self-hate at home, no one repented for their own Russianness. The word ‘bydlo’ [White trash] was rarely used at home to describe others and no one at home told Lyoha not to associate with someone because they were of a lower social class.

Lyoshka did not grow up as a typical upper-middle-class liberal with a sense of entitlement. In the 1990s, although his parents voted for Yeltsin, like everyone else at that time, they still despised him and his entire gang. All of the Timoshenko family often stayed at the shabby dacha [Russian summerhouse, and to have one in family ownership at the end of Soviet Era was quite common even among working classes] with his grandparents. They helped grow potatoes, berries and vegetables in the garden, and later in the year to pickle the vegetables for the winter. Then towards the end of the 1990s when most of the economic horrors had passed, trips to the dacha were replaced with trips to Turkey in the summer, and at the same time his grandparents replaced their garden with flowers or lawns. It was much more exciting to go to a large supermarket with choice where everything was cheap, just as it was much more fun to go to an “all inclusive” resort for a couple of weeks than to the native dacha. The whole family really liked it there—these were the first trips abroad for everyone in the family. The Iron Curtain was indeed very real up until 1992.

Dachas

At the very beginning of the 2000s, like everyone else, the entire family was inspired by the handsome and sharp young president, and the careers and lives of both his parents were really boosted then compared to the 1990s. Only by the end of that decade (after Lyoha graduated from secondary school) did his parents move to the prestigious Stalinist housing complex at Rostovskaya Embankment from the drab proletarian (even in the name!) Tekstilshiki (literally Textile Workers’ in Russian) district. When Lyoshka came to visit his parents at their new place, while still living in Moscow, he felt a little bit out of place. He continued to think of himself as a “man of the people,” although, of course, it was quite laughable for him to think so.

Still, none of the Timoshenko family uttered at home very fashionable phrases of that era amongst (((refined Russians))) such as “I need to go on vacation (abroad) where there are no other Russians.” It would even have sounded out of place. Why would you hate yourself for what you are?

His mum continued to complain about her life, and Lyoha remembered a recent similar conversation with a classmate from Moscow State University. He also had a wonderful view from his apartment which Lyoha admired when they had their regular video calls. He was sitting on his balcony in a high-rise apartment in a Stalin’s skyscraper on Kotelnicheskaya Embankment, which he inherited from his grandfather, a Soviet general, a World War II veteran.

That friend, like Lyoha, or even to a greater extent Lyoha’s parents, belonged to the same stratum—the middle layer of the Moscow upper middle class, although this ‘tovarish’ [literally comrade in Russian] always claimed that he’s also a man of the “people.” In fact, specifically he meant the “Soviet people” (but not Russian!), for he considered himself “red-brown.” He was proud that his brother had even participated in those events [September/October 1993 patriotic uprising against (((the Yeltsin’s regime))) in Moscow that was in the end put down by pro-government tanks].

However, as Marx said that one’s social being determines one’s consciousness, during a recent call with this (((Felix))) (even his name was a bit Soviet!) … this comrade very rudely denounced the war. He called Putin a “Nazi who went completely bonkers,” lamented the loss of his refined lifestyle, and just like Lyoha’s mother, he easily dismissed his remarks about the Ukrainian tortures of the Russian soldiers, arguing that they supposedly knew how they would end up after crossing the other state’s border. And at that point Lyoha, just like now, also felt physically disgusted and angry, but he did not dare to argue. Though he was capable of doing so, at the end of the day, talk is cheap at this stage. What moral right had he to lecture as a person from well-fed and calm London where there is no war (neither real nor economic)? Especially to lecture his close friends or his family. Who knows what Lyoha himself would say, if he were living in Moscow today? Endure!—said an inner voice, To remain silent in front of a friend costs nothing to you. However deep inside Lyoha could not keep himself from chuckling that Felix, a communist-rentier with two apartments on the Garden Ring (a prestigious ring street that goes around central Moscow) and other inherited wealth from his communist-party functionary ancestors, who used to belittle pre-Revolution Russian bourgeoisie and nobleman for being so attached to their wealth and possessions, got extremely worried when his wealth and possessions became at risk, and now he himself may become a victim of a new Russian revolution and the enraged Russian volk.

  • Mum: How is Ollie?—she found a compromise and calm topic.
  • Lyoha: He’s a sweet and magical gnome as always. Today I’m seeing them all and I bought a bear doll for my beloved nephew. Let me show you!

He smiled with pleasure, going back to the open space in the office for his bag.

Go to Part 3.

The Strange War, Part 1.

Early May 2022, London.

7:00 am, the alarm rings

Lyoha rubbed his eyes and immediately opened the Telegram app on his iPhone.

London and Moscow have a couple of hours time difference, which means that by now since last night, something has already happened in the lands of southeastern Rus’. Every morning for Lyoha now begins with reading front-line reports and studying maps. It’s almost ironic that until very recently, military maps seemed to be such a bore to Lyoha that, when faced with them in historical literature, he always skipped them right away. Who cares about these maps as we know the end result of the war anyway? — he thought earlier to himself.

Izyum, Putivl, Bucha, Irpen, Slavutich, Konotop, Kupyansk, Berdyansk, Genichesk, Ugledar… — like tens of millions of other Eastern Slavs, Lyoha has been discovering the detailed geography of northern, eastern and southern Ukraine for more than a month and a half. Here, the VS RF (the Armed Forces of the Russian Federation) struck the VSU (the Armed Forces of Ukraine), there the VSU struck the VS RF, in this location plenty of the VSU soldiers surrendered to the VS RF, in that place it was reported that the town had been ‘completely liberated from the invaders’ and in another ‘all fascists were erased from the face of the earth’.

After reading the news and front-line reports, curiosity led Lyoha to watch videos from the scene. For the most part they currently showed:

  • a chronicle of the tragically faded and grey Mariupol;
  • scenes of battles around Kiev, Kharkov, Donetsk;
  • drone camera footage of the targeted aerial attacks;
  • scenes from the life of big bearded soldier machos of Slavic and non-Slavic descent (typically Chechen or Georgian — depending on the side);
  • the life of refugees, displaced persons, and the poor souls hiding in basements;
  • finally, bitter scenes of humiliation of the captured Russian soldiers by the Ukrainians, including recording of the calls made by Ukrainians to relatives of the Russian soldiers, where they were being informed by Ukrainians about the death of their son/husband/father delivered with a cheerful cackle and ‘Slava Ukraini’ at the end of the call.

Actually, if it weren’t for the last videos that began to appear already from the second day of the “special military operation” (we are talking about a specific video of a specific Yuri Hudymenko, a semi-famous Ukrainian nationalist, in which he was standing with a machine gun somewhere near Kiev at night, proudly announcing with a smile that he is about to execute a Muscovite, who was stuck lying in the bushes nearby), it’s not really clear where Lyoha would have found himself politically today. However, having watched these videos, something sparked inside him so strongly that even thoughts about Kievan Aunty Lena, Uncle Serezha and their son Bogdanchik could not change his emotions. Not for nothing, the conventional wisdom denounces excessive and ostentatious cruelty to prisoners of war, and usually soldiers from all over the world condemned (self-)documentation, and even more so the self-promotion of any excessive cruelty.

Five, ten, twenty minutes — lying in bed, glued to his phone, Lyoha eagerly absorbed the news coming to him from social networks. Almost every minute he learnt about new losses from either side, new territories captured/occupied/liberated and how almost every single minute somebody’s property had been destroyed and someone’s routine had been completely ruined for a few months (if not years!). However, if you look at the map, it hasn’t shown any significant results for several weeks. Im Westen nichts Neues. Ha! Except for the sudden recent withdrawal of the VS RF from the northern regions of Ukraine.

Something inside Lyoha was demanding rapid changes, but a greater and wiser force inside kept whispering: ‘Calm down, you are not shedding your own blood, nor are your relatives and friends shedding it. Dude, you’re lucky! It’s other Russians who are suffering and are sacrificing to the God of War their sons, fathers, brothers and their legs, arms and sometimes… their genitalia (if they are captured by the bloodthirsty Ukrainians), and you are shamelessly demanding more blood to be poured to satisfy your little ego, whilst lying here in your warm bed? Leave it! Either go there and fight yourself, or at least start helping the front, otherwise just sit here quietly and pray!’ Lyoha did not dare to argue with the inner voice.

The past few weeks had quickly taught him humility. Before 24 February, he easily threw out phrases like ‘Yes, we need to erase that place from the face of the earth!’, or ‘Kill them all!’, or ‘We need to deport them all!’. By now, after watching on a daily basis video footage of hostilities (and their consequences) in East Slavic lands, where everyone and everything looked native and familiar, and also after some British politicians have already proposed deporting from Britain every single citizen of the Russian Federation, ‘suddenly ‘ Lyoha discovered for himself that ‘a serious person’ (a group to which he included himself in), ‘no longer had the right to judge and think in such a simplistic way’. After the start of the war, he gave up his small telegram channel covering world politics until better times, and instead started a paper diary, believing that there is no point in trying to interpret the present chaotic times. His thinking was that it makes sense to try to at least record the ongoing events and how they are being perceived by his contemporaries to not leave such a serious matter to some random clueless fucks like modern ‘journalists’ or ‘political analysts’, and even more so to some cretins from the future like most ‘historians’.

On a way to work

Having exercised, brushed his teeth, and chosen a shirt and a suit, now Lyoshka is rushing along the streets of Brixton to his underground station with the picturesque name Oval (named after the local cricket stadium). Spring has been blooming in London for the third month now (as it begins here in February unlike April like in his native lands), and everything around is truly beautiful: Victorian brick houses, green lawns with blooming flowers on them, a blue sky with a couple of small clouds, and soft warm spring air just a tiny bit spoiled by the dirt and the gases of central London.

On the way to the underground station, almost every minute Lyoha seems to encounter a new Ukrainian flag. It’s not uncommon for them to be real, they can be found everywhere now. Like the one by the church’s entrance near Lyoha’s apartment, or in the window of that house near the cafe, over there on the left. But on that poster, it just seems like these two colours in the right order are together by accident. He could see blue and yellow everywhere!

On the other side of the road a jeep slipped by with a Ukrainian flag sticking out of it in front with a trident.

“Am I just imagining it ?,” Lyoha asked himself.

Literally in a second, almost as if they heard Lyoha, someone in the jeep turned on a recent Ukrainian techno hit with the lyrics ‘Vova, yebash ih, bliat!’ (Vova (meaning Vladimir Zelensky), smash them all (i.e,. the Russians)’.

In some areas, local councils changed the British flag to the Ukrainian one or hung the Ukrainian flag nearby. On some pedestrian streets with shops and cafes, the owners, at their own request or perhaps due to polite requests from the council, hung Ukrainian flags. Quite a few Britons donated to Ukraine in one way or another – through charitable organisations where they donated before to the fashionable causes of the previous season, through foundations at work (typically, if it’s a multinational company), or by visiting a local Ukrainian restaurant or cultural institution, some of which have been partially converted into volunteer centres.

For now, Lyoha, just like all the other Eastern Slavs, felt the wind of history and thought that he could perceive the great events of the past. He told his friends from Moscow how he could see with his own eyes the sudden British Sovietophilia of 1941, his Moscow friends told him how they could see August 1914 with a smell of discord like the end of 1916. At the same time his friend from Kiev told him that could see the 22nd June 1941 and the Cossack Sich of the 21st century. Lyoha thought that Western people could see what the Spanish Civil War was like with its foreign legions, extreme propaganda and combat assistance to the designated ‘good guys’ from the ‘democratic West’, etc. Perhaps a new Orwell is already being forged somewhere in Donbass, disappointed in his ideals.

Lyoshka entered the station building, went down the stairs and stood on the platform. Waiting for the train, he opened the book France and Algeria. A History of Decolonization and Transformation. He didn’t have the stamina to read about Ukraine, but he also couldn’t read something completely unrelated to the current events. Therefore, he found a book about another, distantly similar national divorce that resulted in a bloody war. Finally, he was able to distract himself with something else, because for the first couple of weeks Lyoshka was literally shaking, and he didn’t want to do anything other than read the latest reports and call his friends and family from Russia.

Cyril Power - "Tube Station" 1932 Grosvenor School Vorticist Linocut Art Deco Print Modernism at 1stDibs

‘The Tube Station’, 1932, Cyril Power

After waiting two or three minutes, the train arrived. Lyoha, who had not travelled on the tube for a long time, was glad that there was a place in the corner by the door where he could read a book without being disturbed, although the carriage was packed almost like in 2019. He looked around out of curiosity. Approximately one in five had a face mask on. Most of these were office workers, probably belonging to the middle or even upper-middle/top manager levels, with a mix of some ordinary proletarians (unhealthy skinny secretaries and whale-like office managers). Just less than 2 months ago, Lyohska was an agitated COVID-dissident (as they are called in Russian), who almost started to believe in the ‘mark of the beast’ stuff, and who by the end of 2021 was listening almost exclusively to the conspiracy bloggers abandoning the dissident-righters (‘there are bigger things than the race issue,’  he used to say then), now Lyoha simply no longer cared about ‘COVID’. If they want to wear their masks, god bless them, let them wear them anywhere they want. I would rather see the masks everywhere than the bloody Ukrainian flag!

About fifteen minutes passed, and Lyoshka was already looking for his credit card at the turnstile at the exit of Goodge Street Station. He hesitated, stepped aside, and began to look in his pockets, accidentally looked back … and met the eyes of Sasha Tarasov, who was going up the escalator to the exit. He waved his hand at him. A chill ran down Leshka’s back. Sasha was a Ukrainian — a colleague from an adjacent department…

“Oh my god…I hope nothing will happen,” Lyoha said to himself ...”I must keep calm…although I indeed have an aunty Lena with uncle Serezha and Bogdanchik from Kiev, and my last name, for god’s sake is Timoshenko … I don’t need to be shy about anything.”

Lyoha: “Hello, Sasha, how are you?”

  • Sasha: “Hello Lyosha, well…I’m fine, but I doubt I need to tell you what’s on my mind.”
  • Lyoha: “Well, thank God that we are at least here… I’ve been keeping in touch with my relatives in Kiev..It’s just so terrible. Thank God, at least I could help them with something from here.”
  • Sasha: “I understand. My parents, thank God, got out of Kharkov a few weeks ago to Poland to stay at my sister’s. I have already gone to see them. I’m still mad about the apartment though”
  • Lyoha: “What’s wrong with it?”
  • Sasha: It’s in Saltovka, and the fucking Russians have destroyed the whole apartment block with our flat. So the decision to leave for my parents was right and very timely. Anyway, fuck it, we’re still getting even. Soon we will go on a counteroffensive! Sasha ended on a cheerful note.

Lyoshka began to feel uncomfortable from the conversation. On the other hand, he was glad that nothing stupid has happened. In the end, at least Sashka behaves expectedly and naturally, unlike the local ‘liberal Russians’ who tried so hard to shill for Ukraine against Russia, that it became simply grotesque, and most importantly, no one really appreciated their deflection. They look low and stupid even for the Ukrainians whom they are trying to please. On a deeper level Lyoshka still could not bear that a completely Slavic (not even Jewish!) native Russian speaking guy with a name Sashka Tarasov talks about ‘the Russians’ as ‘the other’. This was barely imaginable just 9 years ago…

Lyoha felt like he still had to squeeze something out of himself in response, but then Sasha himself came to his aid:

  • Sasha: “Okay, listen, I have a meeting at 9:15 this morning, so I need to run. Maybe we’ll meet at the office!”
  • Lyoha: “Sure thing, bye bye, Sasha!”

​​Phew…! – Leshka exhaled, having finally found his credit card, and went out through the turnstiles outside the station.

At the office

Judging by the space in the office, it seemed that it was the end of December, somewhere between Christmas and the New Year. It was almost empty. You could sit wherever you wanted. Small groups of people sat in the corners, and in an open space, where fifty people used to sit leaning against each other, today three or four people were lounging imposingly, each at a distance of several metres from each other.

Lyoshka found the office area for his department and noticed a group of acquaintances at the table, among whom there was not a single European face. Never before had he experienced such positive feelings from the abundance of African, Indian and Asian faces. “They don’t care, I know it, and thank God for that!”

  • Lyoha: Hello! Do you mind if I sit next to you?
  • Colleague: Yes, of course, Alexi, sit down. How are you?
  • Lyoha: Yes, great, thanks! How are you?
  • Colleague: I’m very well, thank you.

Almost up until recently, Lyoshka felt disdainful sitting next to them. Oh, and how his poor heart bled to see that London ‘is not the same anymore’ and how many non-Whites are living here! “Oh, poor Europe is dying, it’s almost like the fall of Rome, it’s unbearable to witness how the barbarians are colonising the West,” he used to say to himself for years! “Why pity these pathetic European fucks who don’t even consider me ‘fully European’?” Ha-ha, how quickly political views can change under the unforeseen circumstances of the events that concern you and your nation directly!

Shall I send it? Or maybe to hell with it? Damn… I already spent half an hour on this email, and there is plenty of work to do … No, I have to, I have to send it, otherwise it will be too late, and so much time has already passed since then .. Let me read it again and finally send it … I hope no one will be asking me any detailed questions … – Lyoshka was fidgeting in his chair at the table in front of his laptop.

————————————————————————————————————–

Hi all,

Hope you are doing well.

Apologies for disturbing you with quite an unusual matter, however due to well-known Russian-Ukrainian events, I came to the difficult decision to change my name from Alexey Timoshenko to Bert Shen. I will notify all my clients this week and update my name on all the internal systems in the meantime.

Apologies for any inconvenience caused.

Let me know in case of any questions.

Kind regards,

Bert Shen

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Is it fine? Fine enough! Lyoha had already deleted a couple of paragraphs explaining the details of why he decided to change his name, what he is afraid of and other contextual details. This is work, not a forum where you’re chatting with your friends or a group chat with your virtual friends. And after all, this is England (or London?), where the native stock doesn’t tend to bother you with questions on any sensitive topics, unless you initiate the discussion yourself. For once the fact that the English are a little bit cold does actually help!

Arrrr…Shall I send it then? Yes!

Click…done!

Oooff…I’m sure I still made the right decision, said Lyoha to himself and felt that his back was completely wet with sweat.

Five minutes later, someone patted Lyoshka’s back from behind. He turned around.

  • Lyoha: Oh, hi Vinodh! How are you?
  • Vinodh: Hi Hi! What’s the correct way to call you now?, grinned a chubby Indian about 35 years old with a moustache.
  • Lyoha: Oh …. Lyoshka took a deep breath. Do you want to sit down and have a glass of water or coffee?

Vinodh: Sure, let’s go! – Vinodh nodded in affirmation.

By the watercooler with Vinodh the Indian

  • Vinodh: So are you alright? Is your family doing well?, asked Vinodh and turned out to be the first of Lyoshka’s colleagues who asked him anything at all during these weeks since the start of the war. The British, out of their sense of tact, simply did not dare raise the topic, as this is awkward indeed.
  • Lyoha: Yes, yes, thank you, Vinodh. So far, no one seems to have lost their job, which is probably the main thing at this stage, but overall it’s going to be extremely hazardous for everyone in Russia. … It seems like we are going to be treated as toughly as Iran. Lyoha carefully chose the analogy for Vinodh, as if it would have been a European, he might have used another example.
  • Vinodh: Has anyone offended you? Internally? Clients? I’m your boss after all. Be sure to let me know immediately if there is anything wrong, I will deal with it as a matter of priority. Vinodh’s face showed a genuine compassionate smile.
  • Lyoha: Thank you very much, Vinodh, but thank God everything is ok. I’m lucky in this regard. Thank you very much for your support, Vinodh — Lyoha beamed with a good-natured smile.
  • Vinodh: Are you free for lunch at 12 30? — suggested Vinodh.
  • Lyoha: Yep, I’d be happy to have lunch with you! We can have a chat in more detail about all of this.

Tottenham Court Road

An hour later, Lyoshka, satisfied, plopped down on a chair by the wall in the corner of a small Indian restaurant, which was located inside the former railway bridge not far from Tottenham Court Road Station — another underground station located next to the office.

  • Vinodh: What are you having? — Vinodh started the conversation whilst closely eyeing the menu from top to bottom.
  • Lyoha: Or whatever you recommend! I like almost all Indian cuisine that I have tried, but I’m not an expert to be honest — lightheartedly answered Lyoha reluctantly looking at the menu. It always took seconds for him to order anything at a restaurant. He knew what he wanted upfront.
  • Vinodh: They make a good prawn curry here.
  • Lyoha: Then, this is what I’m going to have!
  • Vinodh: And I’ll take lamb korma for myself.
  • Lyoha: Sounds nice!
  • Vinodh: .. so tell me! What prompted you to change your name? —clearly showing an interest.

Lyoha was ready to start:

  • Vinodh, you see, I love history, and therefore some historical parallels came to my mind … or actually, let me put it simply. I am afraid that Ukrainians and their sympathizers, especially if the war has affected one of them personally in any way, might start pestering and discriminating against me because of my name and just because of who I am. They may do this mildly, they may do this passive-aggressively, or they may do this very openly and without any reservations. But these politics should have nothing to do with my work. I’m just a little cog in the machine who wants to continue working as a senior real estate analyst in our South-East department and just do my reports, research and presentations. I don’t want some client to refuse to work with us because of my name, or worse, end up being beaten, maimed or even killed by some random Ukrainian who wants revenge for someone they lost in this war.

Vinodh listened politely with a serious expression on his face, carefully taking a note in his head of Lyoha’s emotions, only occasionally taking small sips of sparkling water.

  • ….and I would be happy to be exaggerating, but there have already been cases of murders of both Russians and Belarusians abroad by Ukrainians..— unfortunate truck drivers with Belarussian plates who happened to be parked next to Ukrainians somewhere in Italy and a clueless Russian German in Germany who welcomed a Ukrainian refugee family in his home and paid his life for such charity. I’m sure there are similar cases already that I’m just not aware of and even more in the future to come. I don’t want to take any chances disregarding how low the actual risk may actually be.
  • Vinodh: Fair enough — Vinodh put succinctly.
  • Lyoha: I believe that the consequences of this conflict will be with us for many years, so I decided to change my name … having in mind the recommendation of a Soviet ‘illegal agent’ from the 1930s that I read long ago that the best false name is one that does not give out a clear national origin. I think his original example was Paul Victor (or maybe it was Victor Gregori), who could be French, British, Belgian, or even German or Spanish. Although I have a Ukrainian surname, I decided that it would be best to move away from this story altogether, so I followed this advice and came up with a new name for myself. Bert as from Albert, Albert — from Al(exey), and Shen, as an integral part of my surname Timo(shen)ko. Put it all together, and it’s completely unclear who I am, especially if my photo is missing. Maybe I’m an Israeli, or perhaps a Filipino, or even Chinese.

Vinodh showed understanding with this thoughtful act, nodding his head in agreement.

  • Vinodh: But what if you talk with someone in person and they ask about your nationality?
  • Lyoha: Then, I’ll say I’m British with an immigrant background and thank God most urbanites nowadays are bullied from enquiring further about someone’s origin, but if they still pursue it, I can be open and say that these questions are ‘making me feel uncomfortable’ – Lyoha smiled — and case closed.
  • Vinodh: Clever, clever, you can’t argue with that! — Vinodh grinned widely…. What are your thoughts on war? — having paused literally for a second, Vinodh finally smiled slightly maliciously — Or whatever you call it? Looks like some kind of ‘operation’?
  • Lyoha: Special military operation, yes. But seriously, this is nonsense, of course. This is a real and serious war. It’s hard for me, Vinodh, it’s very hard to come to terms with this war… After all, we are at war not with some aliens, but on the contrary this is a war with our closest people in the world — literal brothers, uncles or even sisters and aunties. We share the same language, same culture. Yes, they are slightly different, but the differences — accent, some words they use, other small things, we may joke at them sometimes, are something that we love and cherish…It’s like…(Shall I say, England vs Ireland? Nah, I will go with this one — Lyoha was thinking of the best analogy in his head) India and Pakistan probably, you know. On the other hand, on the contrary, it’s very simple. The war has begun, the Ukrainians don’t call us anything other than ‘orcs’. They maim, torture and brutally kill our prisoners, literally cut off their genitals and gauge their eyes, mutilate corpses proudly showing this stuff on the internet, and up to 90% of their population consider all Russians to be their enemies. FUCK THEM I SAY.
  • Vinodh: I watched several videos about this Azov battalion… They are the real fascists! — Vinodh mildly slammed on the table.

Lyoha quickly realiszd that he had fertile ground here to promote his message on this topic…

  • Lyoha: Vinodh, it’s not only Azov, a lot of their ordinary soldiers are no different..as are ordinary Ukrainians… Nazis from all over the world go there to fight for Ukraine — Lyoha almost cringed when pronoucing those last 3 words … There are quite a few coming from Britain, by the way. But the BBC and The Guardian won’t tell you that!

Vinodh, frowning in agreement, nodded in response, and Lyoha continued.

  • …and think about it, what kind of views will these Ukrainian refugees be bringing here with them to our multicultural Britain? You probably saw, Vinodh, how these Ukrainians treated the Indians and Africans living in Ukraine during the evacuation, right? In Britain, there is already enough racism and fascism…Do we really need more?

Vinodh continued nodding in agreement. Lyoha felt the excitement and continued his propaganda efforts even stronger. He almost felt a bit of a shame using the rhetoric he despised just a few weeks ago, but at the same time he thought that if all the mainstream White World with hundred of millions of its normies and fucking subhuman Eastern European nationalist scum have officially designated his people as the mortal enemies of ‘the civilised world’ and ‘Asiatic moskal untermensch’, why can’t he betray some of his former ideals like ‘White solidarity’ (as if it ever existed)?

  • ….and have you noticed… how quickly the whole of Europe began to help these refugees, right? They have already accepted 5 million people in about 5 or 6 weeks! And now compare this with the refugees from Syria, Iraq, Palestine, Afghanistan and other regions. Europe just revealed its poorly hidden White supremacy and does not even hide it anymore.. Don’t forget inflation, the cost of electricity, fuel and other bills, and the livelihood of these refugees with swastikas … that you and I have to pay for from our taxes, right? (Oh my god, I probably do sound like a bloody antifa! Jeez… – Lyoha exclaimed to himself slightly disturbed)

Vinodh bent down a little and said: and, therefore, I and most of the Hindus are for you!

Right at this moment the waiter arrived with the food.

Satisfied with his work as a propagandist, Lyoha began to eat, having just prior to that clinked glasses of lemonade for ‘the Russian-Indian friendship and brotherhood’ with Vinodh.

Go to Part 2.

The Plot Against Australia, Part III: The Kings Cross Jewish Nexus, Part 2

Go to Part 1.

SAMMY LEE AND LES GIRLS

Sammy Lee (born Samuel Levi in Canada in 1912) was the other half of the subversive nightclub and sex business that gained prominence at Kings Cross during the early 1960s. Lee came to Australia in 1937 as part of a touring jazz band, and had prior experience with clubs in Canada. He began with The Roosevelt and Sammy Lee’s Theatre Restaurant, both on Oxford Street, where the illegal liquor sales and late bar hours saw him (as well as Saffron) dragged in front of the Liquor Royal Commission in 1954. Lee’s nightclub and restaurant portfolio grew to operate other popular venues during the era, such as the Latin Quarter (a favourite haunt of Sydney gangsters), Club Flamingo and the strip club Pigalle, but undoubtably his most enduring venue was the Carousel Club and its celebrated revue Les Girls, located in the heart of Kings Cross at 32 Darlinghurst Road.

The Carousel Club was originally opened in 1963, jointly by Lee Gordon, Reg Boom and Sammy Lee, Gordon’s last major venture before his death. The venue began exhibiting drag queens under the title Jewel Box Revue, a name Gordon likely took from a Miami-based drag revue that operated in Florida during the 1950s.[1] Gordon had exhibited the French transsexual performer “Coccinelle” at one of his Kings Cross venues in 1959, and sneaking men into the line-up had become an in-joke at strip clubs, but this was the first proper drag queen venue in Australia, specifically dedicated to openly cultivating this form of homosexual gender-bending “art.” Operating in a building owned as you would expect by Saffron, Lee took over sole management of the venue in 1964, remaining until his death in 1975. The drag queen revue changed its name to a performance name which ended up being more identifiable than the name of the club itself. This troupe included the performer “Carlotta” (Richard Byron), who became Australia’s most famous drag performer and transsexual media personality while at the venue, and led the revue for nearly 20 years. Lee brought Les Girls to Melbourne in 1971, premiering at the Ritz Hotel in St Kilda, allegedly the first (official) drag performance to take place in the city, which included a performance of Hava Nagila by drag queen “Cinnamon Brown.”[2]

LEE GORDON TAKES ON WHITE AUSTRALIA

Up until the 1950s, the music industry in Australia was a quaint affair and most historians use the word “parochial” as a description of the scene at the time. Live entertainment and music promotion were still dominated by variety-entertainment companies Tivoli and J.C Williamson, and foreign musicians rarely made it to Australia, as promoters had to contend with the “tyranny of distance” that marked the country for its first 160 years.[3] The sheer remoteness of Australia made bringing out foreign acts an expensive and time-consuming affair, in particular for the most popular performers, who balked at the 22-day boat trip. As such, the country managed to keep the worst excesses of the jazz age and the ensuing eroticism far from its shores. To listen to famous jazz musicians, Australians had to settle for imported gramophone records produced by the Jews at Tin Pan Alley. In the aftermath of a disastrous first Australian tour by a Black jazz troupe in 1928, Australia even established a de-facto color ban on Black jazz performers entering the country.

The tour, promoted as “Sonny Clay’s Colored Idea” by J. C. Williamson,[4] was marred by scandal after members of the band had their Melbourne apartment raided by police, who found five Australian women amongst a group of revellers. The band had successfully toured Sydney (residing in apartments in Kings Cross[5]) but came under intense scrutiny by the Commonwealth Investigation Branch[6] and local police. There was no law against women simply drinking while being in the presence of a man, colored or not, so the women were let off by a judge due to a lack of evidence that anything untoward occurred. O’Connell alleges that two of the women were in fact police informants, working as part of an entrapment plot designed to get the Sonny Clay troupe deported.[7] Nevertheless, the incident was turned into a major miscegenation scandal in the press and the government acted swiftly to deport the band, while introducing new criteria on entrance applications for negro performers. Alongside being “of general good character,” they also had to demonstrate an ability to “raise the local standard”—a control designed to exclude jazz music, which degraded the local character.[8] How exactly these criteria came to be abandoned by 1954 is unclear; in all likelihood, the evolution of jazz music diminished the overtly racial nature of genre, and the criteria had fallen by the wayside. But what is clear is that a Jew saw an opening and soon made it his own. Enter Lee Gordon.

Brought on by the jet age and the ever-increasing dominance of American music, Lee Gordon was the first to demonstrate that the tyranny of distance was broken, and he became the pioneer in bringing leading American performers to Australia. Born Leon Lazar Gevorshner in 1923, Gordon was a former sales merchant and bookings manager at the Tropicana nightclub in Cuba. He moved to Australia in 1953 to pursue concert promotion at the suggestion of friend and fellow concert promoter Arthur Schurgin, who remained Gordon’s business partner and American contact.[9] Once settled, Gordon set up an office at the periphery of Kings Cross (on Bayswater Road), close to the stadium where he would soon be exhibiting the Sydney leg of his tours.

Under the name Big Show tours, these star-studded performances combined multiple artists as a package event, which at the time was more economical than running individual tours for each artist. The list of names Gordon brought to Australia is a who’s-who of the most prominent performers at the time, covering every popular genre, but Jazz and Rock & Roll were the main fare. Gordon didn’t just bring his shows for a whirlwind Sydney/Melbourne trip, he ran lengthy country-wide tours that brought performers to even the smaller cities like Newcastle and Hobart. With his Big Show tours, Gordon had also broken the de-facto ban on bringing Black jazz musicians to Australia that had held since the Sonny Clay incident. His first tour in July 1954, six months after the Saperstein brothers brought the all-Black basketball troupe the Harlem Globetrotters to Australia, featured Black singer Ella Fitzgerald in a racially integrated jazz line-up alongside Jewish artists Buddy Rich and Artie Shaw (Arshawsky), all paid on a percentage basis and not a fixed fee.[10]

Black performers imported by Gordon (as well as Martin and Brodziak) just kept on coming during the 1950s—names like Louis Armstrong, Sammy Davis Jr, Eartha Kitt, Nat King Cole, Winifred Atwell and Harry Belafonte—and it has not subsided ever since. The impact of these racially integrated tours on racial sensibilities, through mass exposure to the racial “other” that had so perturbed earlier generations,[11] cannot be underestimated. With every new successful Black musician brought into the country by Jews, the White Australia Policy was looking more and more out of date. Fitzgerald’s arrival in Australia was even accompanied by teary headlines that she had been racially discriminated against by Pan-Am Airlines. Perhaps, people were starting to think, we Australians were being too harsh in our racial policy and there is no real harm in letting some in; did Australia really need protection from people like Ella Fitzgerald?

Gordon shifted into the nightclub scene in the early 1960s and his spendthrift ways and financial woes eventually led him to collaborate with cash-rich Abe Saffron. In need of a successful tour, Gordon invited Saffron along on a trip to Las Vegas in 1959 to secure another Frank Sinatra tour,[12] where it is likely Saffron made (or strengthened) his connection to the Jewish mob. Among Gordon’s last endeavours was the notorious Sydney tour of Jewish comedian Lenny Bruce (Leonard Schneider) in 1962. Bruce spent much of his fortnight in Sydney lurking around Kings Cross and searching for heroin, but Gordon made the mistake of booking Bruce at a genteel venue, the Aaron’s Exchange Hotel in the city, instead of a seedier Kings Cross location, as would have more suited his “sick comedy” style. Bruce became agitated by hecklers and headlines the next day carried the outrage of the performance:

SICK JOKE MADE AUDIENCE ILL; SICK COMIC’S SEX JOKES, WOMEN DISGUSTED; DISGUSTED BY ‘SICK’ JOKES, 4 WOMEN WALK OUT.[13]

Bruce’s further performances were all cancelled, another disaster for Gordon who had yet again pegged much of his financial stability on a successful tour. Gordon fled to London in 1963 after being arrested for drug possession and he was found dead in a hotel room shortly thereafter. Observing the Lenny Bruce scandal from afar—and brimming with scorn at how he had been treated—were three university students, Messrs. Neville, Walsh and Sharp, the future founders of the far-left OZ magazine which I discussed previously.

BRODZIAK Vs. MILLER

There are any number of events that can be pointed to as the definitive arrival of the sexual revolution in Australia. Some would say the approval of the birth control pill Anovlar in 1961, others the founding of Saffron’s strip clubs. Another contender would surely be the arrival of the Beatles on a wet and windy Sydney morning in July 1964, a catalytic event of the sexual revolution that flared the passions of Australian youth like no other before it. This was the cultural event of the decade, with wall-to-wall media coverage, and people lined up around the country to catch even a glimpse of the Beatles in a passing car or on a hotel balcony in Kings Cross. Sensible society just didn’t know what to make of the young women screaming their heads off in ecstasy at Beatles concerts, something that had not been encountered before in the country on this scale.  Those who attempted to warn Australia about the Beatles, their sexual lyrics, and the impact their style had on the young and on notions of parental authority, were exposed by the massive crowds and media frenzy as out of touch moral busybodies who no longer had a monopoly over moral discourse.

The man responsible for the tour was music promoter Kenneth Leo Brodziak, who had fortuitously (and cheaply) booked an Australian tour of the Beatles with manager Brian Epstein through his London agent (Cyril Berlin), as part of a talent scouting trip in July 1963. This was well before their explosion in popularity in the UK and their subsequent appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show in the US. Born in Sydney in 1913 to an established Jewish family, Brodziak, alongside Harry M. Miller, followed in the wake of Lee Gordon’s ground-breaking tours as the next generation of Jewish promoters importing the biggest foreign entertainment acts to Australia.

Brodziak in 1994, showcasing his original Beatles contract (Rennie Ellis—State Library of Victoria)

Brozdiak founded Aztec Productions in 1946 which became a successful theater company, often working with David Martin at the Tivoli. His early productions skirted the line of what was acceptable under obscenity law at the time, often all-male performances which indulged his homosexual tendencies, and his first self-written play, Desire Brings Welcome, was banned in 1937 by the NSW government.[14] Other Aztec theatrical productions such as Rusty Bugles and The Square Ring (first performed in 1948 and 1953 respectively) came under scrutiny for obscenity, and the company held the Australian performance rights to the works of controversial playwright Lillian Hellman. By the late 1950s, Aztec was bringing in musical acts from Britain and America as well, including many Black artists, taking over from Gordon’s headlining tours which had fallen out of success.

At the time, Brodziak’s main commercial rival was the young Harry Maurice Miller, the founder of Pan-Pacific Promotions.[15] Their rivalry during the mid-1960s intensified into a tit-for-tat music promotion battle, each attempting to outdo the other. In 1964, Miller toured a group of Liverpool artists as the “Liverpool Sound” to take the wind out Brodziak’s Beatles tour. Brodziak responded with an exclusive stadium partnership deal that locked out Miller from the biggest Australian concert venues, and Miller countered with a tour of the Rolling Stones, held at a refurbished pavilion in the Sydney Showgrounds.[16]  Miller was born in Auckland, New Zealand in 1943 to a Jewish rag-trader who migrated from London in the 1920s.[17] Miller made Sydney, specifically Kings Cross, his base of operations from 1964 and used his prior New Zealand connections to also arrange for many New Zealand tours of his contracted acts.

Brodziak and Miller soon put their differences aside and were collaborating on theater and music promotions. The pair, now in a partnership, were behind the Australian premieres of all the largest obscene and blasphemous theatrical productions and musicals (many written and first directed by Jews) that were coming to Australia at the time. Such is their reputation now as theatrical trailblazers of the cultural and sexual revolution, that even people who have never stepped foot in a theatre in their life would recognise some of the names: Hair, The Boys in the Band, Jesus Christ Superstar, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Godspell, and A Chorus Line.

Their joint production of The Boys in the Band in 1968 precipitated another major obscenity trial in Australia in the lead up to the Portnoy’s Complaint victory. During the Melbourne performance leg, three of the actors were successfully charged with obscenity, much to the outcry of the press. It was a sign of the times that the police could no longer ban a production even with blatant homosexual themes, and had to resort to targeting utterances of the word “f*ck” to record any sort of conviction.[18]

For the first Australian production of Hair in 1969, Miller and Brodziak set up the Minerva Theatre in Kings Cross for a two-year performance stint. The challenge was, how to get the scene of full nudity (which became the first in a theatrical production in the country) past the government censors in the form of Sir Eric Willis. Miller’s solution was to reduce the length of the scene and adjust the lighting of the stage to be as dim as possible[19], and he deliberately invited Willis to the afterparty of the preview, where he was bombarded with people praising him for allowing the performance. In the end, Miller got the result he wanted and Willis backed down:

I told them it was not my kind of show. That it denigrated all of the basic standards of life that we had been reared to believe were correct … the nude scene in my opinion was completely unnecessary … but it was so brief that, you know, I just thought it was harmless.[20]

Both Miller and Brodziak continued their careers into the 1990s, by then eclipsed by the next generation of Jewish promoters in Australia—Michael Gudinski and Michael Coppel. 

DEATH ON THE CROSS

The progression to violence, anarchy and death, unleashed by sexual passions, is the seemingly inevitable result of sexual liberation, one that has played out throughout history. The sexual license of the French Revolution, spurred on by pornographic pamphlets and the Marquis de Sade, gave way to the Terror, Jewish perversion in Weimar Germany stoked the inferno of communist and fascist violence in the 1930s, and the ’68 generation mutated into terrorist groups like the Weather Underground and the Baader-Meinhof Gang. The sexual liberation that Saffron and other Jews had help unleash at Kings Cross was no different. By the latter half of the 1980s, the Cross had devolved into a drug-infested horror show, beset by violence and gang warfare, and the homosexuals that had made the Cross their spiritual home were dying by the dozens of AIDS—a far cry from the once glitzy and glamourous Cross. By 1989, the situation had degenerated to such an extent, that some members of the NSW government even privately invited Abe Saffron, about to be released from prison, to re-take his throne as “King of the Cross” from the Lebanese criminals that had taken over and help the police clean up the mess that it had become.[21] That it was Jews like Saffron who had caused this mess in the first place was apparently not understood.

In Parts I and II of this series, this writer explored the important Jewish role in the downfall of obscenity laws in Australia in 1972, through the vehicle of Portnoy’s Complaint. At the time, Justice Ewen Ross upheld the ban on the book in Victoria, but in his judgement, he couldn’t help but admit that there was a ”new frankness” in the community when it came to matters of sex that made his decision a more controversial one.[22] This essay has outlined strong contenders for the origins of this new frankness amongst Australians—ones that can be strongly attributed to Jews. Centred around Kings Cross, it was the venues of Saffron and Lee, the Jazz and Beat music imported by Gordon and Brodziak, and the performances staged by Miller, that had done more than their fair share in grooming wider Australian culture prior to 1972 for the downfall of obscenity and the arrival of sexual modernity.

The death of Kings Cross finally came in February 2014, when the state government, tired of the amount of money and energy they were forced to invest into the precinct to stop the constant alcohol abuse and deaths from drunken brawls, implemented new “lockout laws” under the Liquor Act. These regulations, which applied selectively to Sydney’s nightlife precincts, barred patrons from entering venues after 1:30 am and from purchasing alcohol after 3 am. Opponents were quick to blame the laws for the shuttered strip clubs and the for-lease signs cropping up all along Darlinghurst Road; however, gentrification had already begun to take hold prior to this. Despite evidence that the laws had successfully reduced alcohol-fuelled deaths, the people of Sydney spent the next six years listening to wailing from progressives about the return of temperance and the death of their icon.

True to form as useless conservatives who fail to conserve anything—let alone even try to uphold basic moral standards, the NSW Liberal government gave in to public pressure and rescinded the laws in 2021. Hopes are high that the Cross can return as Australia’s premier “space for transgression,” but it almost doesn’t matter, Australia doesn’t need places like Kings Cross anymore:

The cruel reality is that Kings Cross has served its purpose. For decades it was the vanguard of modernism, sexual mores, design and nightlife and an escape from a parochial and puritan Australia. But now all that has changed.[23]

In an era where internet pornography is in every household, where “pride week” is celebrated at places of employment, and where drag queens read to children at local libraries,[24] it no longer has any currency in shocking the country and there is little left for Jews to transgress. In a way, every suburb in Australia has now become Kings Cross.


[1] Founded by “Danny Brown” and “Doc Benner.” Their background is unclear, but their slightly ethnic appearance and all too generic stage-like names hint at a Jewish heritage.

[2] H. Jay 1971, ‘BOY THESE LES GIRLS!’. Australian Jewish News, Friday 13 July, p.8.

[3] The phrase was popularised by historian Geoffrey Blainey in his book The Tyranny of Distance (1966), which argued that remoteness had shaped the development of Australia as a country.

[4] Organiser Harry Muller of J.C. Williamsons even had to lie on their visa applications to get the band into the country – D. O’Connell 2021, Harlem Nights: The Secret History of Australia’s Jazz Age, Melbourne University Press, Australia, p.65.

[5] Ibid., p.84.

[6] The Australian equivalent of the American FBI at the time.

[7] O’Connell, Op. Cit., p.184.

[8] Ibid., p.243.

[9] F. Van Straten 2007, ‘Lee Gordon – Hall of Fame’, Live Performance Australia, retrieved from: https://liveperformance.com.au/hof-profile/lee-gordon-1923-1963/.

[10] The Sun-Herald 1954, ‘Sydney Filmgoers to See STARS In The Flesh’, Sunday 11 July, p.44.

[11] The desire to avoid the emergence of a “colored problem” like that in America was a crucial impetus to the creation of the White Australia Policy.

[12] Saffron, Op. Cit., p.104.

[13] D. Kringas 2012, ‘Lenny Bruce’s Visit to Sydney 1961’, Dictionary of Sydney, retrieved from https://dictionaryofsydney.org/entry/lenny_bruces_visit_to_sydney_1962

[14] Sydney Morning Herald 1937, Ban on Play, Thursday 11 February, p.10.

[15] Co-founded by Dennis Wong of Chequers nightclub.

[16] D. Kimball, ‘Kenn Brodziak’, Milesago: Australasian Music and Popular Culture 1964-1975, retrieved from http://www.milesago.com/industry/brodziak.htm

[17] The name ‘Miller’ is likely an anglicized version of an eastern European Jewish name. Miller himself doesn’t give it away in his autobiography, or perhaps he simply doesn’t know either: H. M. Miller & P. Holder 2018, Harry M Miller- Confessions of a not-so-secret agent, 2nd edition, Hachette, Australia.

[18] P. Mullins 2019, The Trials of Portnoy, Scribe Publications, Australia, p.124.

[19] Miller & Holder, Op. Cit., p.82.

[20] D. Kimball, ‘Hair’, Milesago: Australasian Music and Popular Culture 1964-1975, retrieved from http://www.milesago.com/Stage/hair.htm

[21] Saffron, Op. Cit., p.242.

[22] Mullins, Op. Cit., p.147.

[23] Nowra, Op. Cit., p.454.

[24] Drag Queen Story Hour is now a thing in Australia as well.

The Plot Against Australia, Part III: The Kings Cross Jewish Nexus, Part 1: Abe Saffron

Just a twenty-minute walk east from the centre of Sydney, passing along Hyde Park and the traffic sewer of William Street, you will reach what is arguably the most infamous precinct in all of Australia. Kings Cross, or more informally “The Cross,” is not a suburb in the traditional sense of the word; rather, it’s an informal neighbourhood of Sydney, located at the junction of the inner-city suburbs of Potts Point, Darlinghurst and Elizabeth Bay. Its geographical center sits around Darlinghurst Road, where the enormous Coca-Cola sign at the intersection has been beckoning revellers and tourists since 1974. Finding the right words to describe the true depravity that this area once represented is difficult, but to borrow a phrase—at Kings Cross, you would never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.

It’s easy to forget now that the Cross was ground zero in Australia for the promotion of sin and the commercial exploitation of sexual vice. As Australia’s red-light and nightclub district, this was once the congregation point for all the revolutionary fervor of the 1960s and the most morally bankrupt people in the country, but little of this is evident today. Walking along Darlinghurst Road, the collection of supermarkets, fast-food outlets, fitness studios and ordinary shops make the area look nearly identical to other commercial strips in the city. Gone are the large flashing neon signs of the strip clubs and the parading prostitutes; drugs and criminal gangs have been largely cleared out; and the gays and transvestites have now become seemingly accepted parts of Western society who no longer feel the need to huddle in safety in disreputable locales. Only the more conspicuous-than-usual massage parlors, sex shops and the occasional nightclub still hanging on in the face of gentrification give away its lurid past.

While untangling the history of this place, this writer was reminded of a story often told by a family friend, an incident of culture shock that occurred to her on the first day she arrived in Sydney in the mid-1960s. Onboard the cruise ship that slowly made its way to Circular Quay via the Suez Canal, she and her friends had heard from other foreign passengers about somewhere in Sydney called Kings Cross; apparently it was the place to be for nightlife and partying and well worth a visit. Upon arrival, they were determined to find this place, and whilst walking through the city, they struck up a conversation with a middle-aged woman going about her business and asked her for directions. Instead of responding, the woman recoiled in shock at the thought that these smartly-dressed young women would actively seek out such a depraved place and briskly walked off without answering. Such was the reputation of Kings Cross for the respectable and morally upstanding Sydneysider of the time.        As the history of the West in the twentieth century will tell you, where sin and vice of the sexual variety prosper, especially where there is profit to be made from this, you can be almost certain to find Jews prominently involved. Kings Cross had been home to Australia’s bohemians since the early 1900s, and turned into a magnet for Jewish migrants and refugees during both ends of World War II, attracted to its cosmopolitan nature compared to the rest of Australia.[1] This influx bore fruit during the 1950s, as Jews stand out above anyone else in the transformation of Kings Cross from a bohemian district with a criminal edge, into the sex capital of Australia. Furthermore, with the notable exception of Elvis, just about every big music act of the 1950s and 1960s came to Australia via Jewish promoters, most brimming with sexually (and racially) subversive music styles, and the hotels and nightclubs of Kings Cross were always the first port of call.

Vice has obviously always existed in Australia, and even before Kings Cross truly came onto the scene, Australia’s live entertainment industry was steadily getting more risqué under the leadership of David Nathaniel Martin. Martin, born to a Jewish family in Perth, took over ownership of the Tivoli  vaudeville entertainment circuit in 1944 with a mind to modernize the circuit and counter the growth of Hollywood films (and later television) that were draining audience numbers.[2] However, the degree of vice and sexual perversion that took root at Kings Cross during the 1960s, which soon discharged into the Australian psyche, escalated to new and unparalleled heights of depravity. Sitting at the heart of this nexus were the Jews responsible for much of this depravity, the trailblazers in bringing sex, Blacks, and Rock & Roll music to Australia. Their subversive story is told here.

The King of the Cross

The name Abe Saffron can always be found in close proximity to any mention of Kings Cross. Many monikers have been applied to this man over the years, from “Mr Sin” or “King of the Cross,” to “The Boss,” “Gentle Satan,” and “Gomorrah,” but his influence over Australian politics and culture goes far beyond the confines of Darlinghurst Road. Above board, he was a venue operator, landlord and property developer who practically owned Kings Cross and had no moral compunctions about the immoral and illicit ongoings on his properties. Behind the scenes, Saffron was a towering figure in the Australian underworld, with deep connections to criminal networks, the police, business figures and even those in the highest ranks of government, who more often than not were blackmailed or accepted bribes to turn a blind eye to his activities. Saffron’s property empire grew to become Sydney’s largest vice operator and he practically invented adult entertainment in the country, establishing Australia’s first strip clubs in Kings Cross. Before his downfall and imprisonment for tax evasion in 1988, he was taking a cut in seemingly every form of vice inflicted on Australia.

Abe Saffron in 2002. The Star of David-shaped menorah necklace was an ever-present companion, dutifully cropped out of his Wikipedia headshot.

Abraham Gilbert Saffron was born in Sydney in 1919 to a moderately observant Jewish family, the fourth child of Samuel Saffron, a draper who arrived from Poland in the early 1900s, and Annie née Gilbert (Gilovitz). Saffron appeared drawn to seedy business conduct from even his earliest adult years, holdings jobs as a runner for gambling bookkeepers and fencing stolen car radios. After the war, Saffron took up investments in a number of pubs, where he took part in the flouting of liquor laws by illegally selling liquor after-hours. At the time, temperance laws passed in 1916 restricted alcohol service to the daylight hours, and the 6 pm bar close invariably led to a crush of patrons, the “six o’clock swill,” just before sales ceased. The illegal alcohol trade (“sly grog”) flourished in pubs around Australia, and Sydney underworld figures like Latvian-born Phillip “The Jew” Jeffs bribed police and furnished liquor to cosmopolitan patrons at his Sydney clubs, 50-50 in Kings Cross and the 400 Club in the city, providing the example to Abe Saffron.

Saffron’s big break came in 1947 when he purchased the Roosevelt club and restaurant at 42 Orwell Street in Kings Cross. Originally opened under a different name in 1939 by Jewish rag trader Bernie Roth, The Roosevelt was a popular haunt for American GI’s stationed in Australia who came in search of “recreation” and local women. The venue was promptly sold to Sammy Lee, who operated it throughout the war years,[3] and by the time it came under Saffron’s control, The Roosevelt had become the place-to-be for Sydney socialites and cosmopolitans, while also earning a reputation as a center for sly grog. Saffron hired American talent co-ordinators to magnify the glamor of the venue, becoming one of a new breed of Las Vegas- or Hollywood-style clubs, replete with showgirls, burlesque dancers and all the latest music and dance crazes imported from America. The Roosevelt began to decline following the end of temperance restrictions in 1954 and Saffron cast his eye to other more provocative ventures. Saffron was, as identified by his son Alan, “always on the cutting edge of adult entertainment,”[4] and in 1959 he opened the first strip club in the country, Staccato, down the road from The Roosevelt, at 6–8 Orwell Street.

Saffron took advantage of ambiguities in the law as it related to performance art—the law was not equipped to differentiate between types of stages and performances. The risqué theatrical productions that got a pass on the grand Tivoli stage were a world apart from the new strip acts performed on the small, intimate and demurely lit stage at a seedy venue like Staccato, where strippers undressed to almost total nudity right up against patrons. Early performances were supervised to remain within the law, and the performers got away with the bare minimum of tasselled pasties and g-strings to cover their modesty, but by the late 1960s, other Saffron venues at Kings Cross had reduced it to full nudity. As pornography seeped into society, the teasing strip shows were soon no longer titillating enough for patrons, and it degenerated further into live sex shows and other sexual acts. Even performances of bestiality were not out of the question at the Cross.[5]

The 1960s were Saffron’s golden years, where he rapidly grew his local property portfolio in Kings Cross and made further nightclub and hotel investments throughout Sydney and around Australia. Staccato was followed by more pioneering strip venues like The Pink Pussy Cat, The Pink Panther, Crazy Horse and ShowGirls, many within properties Saffron purchased along what later became known as the “dirty half-mile” of Darlinghurst Road. At his height, Saffron had six strip clubs in his Kings Cross portfolio alone of a total holding of around 50 nightclubs, including other famous Kings Cross venues like the Persian Room and the Venus Rooma glorified brothel during the 1970s, which used child prostitutes.[6] He also had interests in countless brothels throughout Sydney, which traded in the young women Saffron’s underlings had procured through contacts with the white slave trade[7], and was a silent partner in Dennis Wong’s Chequers, another prominent restaurant and nightclub of the era.

Sex and liquor were always Saffron’s main game, and he was ever the promoter and financial beneficiary of the latest forms of sexual vice. Sex shops soon became fashionable at the Cross, most of them owned by Saffron. Sex shops of course need sex products, and Saffron again had the goods. According to Reeves, he had been mass-importing pornographic magazines to Australia and distributing them since at least 1958:

Saffron took delivery (my source told me) of four tons (more than 4000 kilograms) of pornographic books, paying just 2s [shillings]…per book, for a total of more than 35,000 books! He later sold them all at £2 apiece, turning a cool profit estimated to be more than £66,500.[8]

There are also strong connections between Saffron and the Jews that began importing and distributing X-rated VHS films in Australia during the 1980s — events and personalities to be exposed in Part IV of this series.

Of the other types of vice that were flourishing in Kings Cross, drugs were apparently not part of Saffron’s repertoire,[9] but when it came to gambling, Saffron took a cut in some illegal casino operations; however, he had a gentleman’s agreement with the gentile crime bosses that he wouldn’t intrude onto their turf if they stayed out of the liquor trade and the sex business.[10] Saffron’s regular supply of cash from these ventures also turned him into sought-after lender for people wanting discreet sources of funds. The extent of his clients will never be truly known, but they included many of the prominent Jewish property developers explored in a previous essay.

Kings Cross was Saffron’s largest investment area, accounting for 40 percent of his property portfolio[11], and his holdings expanded over to Oxford Street, which was to become the heartland of Sydney’s gay scene. Once again Saffron had a hand in this, providing the floorspace and taking the rent for many of the venues established by gay icons Dawn O’Donnell and Roger Teyssedre. Their prominent homosexual nightclub Patches operated on the second storey of a Saffron-owned building at 33 Oxford Street. At the same time, the ground floor tenancy of the building was a rented to a children’s amusement parlour, Fonzies Fantasyland, a business founded and operated by Alan Saffron.

What made Saffron practically untouchable was his use of sexual blackmail, a tactic shared with the Jewish mob in America, notoriously utilized by Roy Cohn and Meyer Lansky. Saffron recorded the private orgies that he arranged at his properties and secretly plied Sydney’s rich and powerful with prostitutes (their age and sex depending on the sexual proclivities of the target), then photographed them in the ensuing act via a two-way mirror in a Saffron-owned hotel room.[12] Notable victims included Attorney General Lionel Murphy,[13] but the tactic was used on anyone who was causing Saffron grief or those he felt he could extract favors from.

On a personal level, Saffron was as deeply depraved as his business dealings, utterly captive of his vices. He had a rapacious and masochistic sexual appetite and cheated on his wife throughout his life with the array of shiksas he had at his disposal. Women may have held his attention, but Saffron’s one true love was money. This was the verdict not of anti-Semites, but of both his wife and his son.[14] By Alan Saffron’s estimate, Abe was sitting on a fortune of $40 million AUD by the time of his death in 2006.[15] Direct confirmation of much of the extent of Saffron’s illegal dealings came after his death from Alan, who worked in the business as his obvious heir before cutting off direct ties and involvement in 1979. Alan ends his book with a crass exposé of how Saffron divvied up his fortune in his will to largely exclude his son. Alan’s lament that he never received his “fair share” of an inheritance earned from the proceeds of crime, tax evasion and the exploitation of the worst kinds of sexual vice is Jewish chutzpah and avarice at its finest.

Go to Part 2.


[1] The joke in the Cross at the time was: ‘Tell Hitler he can have Danzig, if he’ll give us back Kings Cross’ – L. Nowra 2013, Kings Cross: A Biography, NewSouth Publishing, Australia, p.222.

[2] Infamous acts imported by Martin include the French revue Folies Bergère in 1952. Much to the consternation of church leaders, the performances featured a number of “artistic nudes” (topless girls) on the stage. These sorts of nudes reappeared on the Tivoli stage a number of times during the 1950s, though they were little more than scenery in portions of the performance, sitting to the back of the stage, and laws at the time required them to stand stock-still, lest they arouse any passions. – F. Van Straten 2003, Tivoli, Lothian Books, Melbourne, p. 191-192.

[3] D. McNab 2005, The Usual Suspect: The Life of Abe Saffron, Pan Macmillan, Australia, p.36.

[4] Alan Saffron 2008, Gentle Satan: My Father, Penguin Group, Australia, p.130.

[5] Nowra, Op. Cit., p.377.

[6] T. Reeves 2007, Mr Sin: The Abe Saffron Dossier, Allen & Unwin, Australia, p.75-77.

[7] Ibid., p.104-106

[8] Ibid., p.67.

[9] According to Alan Saffron, his father left the drug trade to others. Though this didn’t stop drugs from being, produced, sold and consumed at his venues.

[10] Saffron, Op. Cit., p.139.

[11] McNab 2005, Op. Cit., p.169.

[12] Reeves, Op. Cit., p.59.

[13] Ibid., p.166.

[14] Saffron 2008, Op. Cit., p.176 & 180.

[15] Ibid., p.298

CDC: Vaxxed and Unvaxxed on Equal Footing

On August 19th, in its Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report (MMWR), among the most shocking statements ever made by any government agency in  US history was issued by the CDC. In its “Summary of Guidance for Minimizing the Impact of COVID-19 on Individual Persons, Communities, and Health Care Systems — United States, August (19) 2022,” the CDC stated:

CDC’s COVID-19 prevention recommendations no longer differentiate based on a person’s vaccination status because breakthrough infections occur, though they are generally mild, and persons who have had COVID-19 but are not vaccinated have some degree of protection against severe illness from their previous infection.

Stating at this point that the recommendations for vaccinated and unvaccinated people are the same may be among the most shocking statement ever made in US history, given the absolute frenzy the CDC made of the urgency to get vaccinated over the last year and a half. It started inflicting covid vaccines on the elderly and “immune compromised,” then urged vaccines for pregnant “people,” adolescents, and eventually even children as young as five.

Lives and careers and health and families were destroyed when unvaccinated people were expelled from their jobs, prevented from entering public places, refused the right to travel, excluded from family gatherings, demonized as unpatriotic “anti-vaxxers,” and other tyrannies over their lives. But now the CDC is saying the vaccinated and unvaccinated are to be treated the same!

Why? The CDC gives 2 reasons: we are seeing “breakthrough” cases, essentially meaning the vaccines do not work to prevent infection—which the CDC has indirectly already said whenever it claims the vaccines only reduce symptoms—and that unvaccinated people who have had covid already and recovered have “some degree” of natural immunity.

“Breakthrough Cases”
This is astonishing. Let us see the first reason again:

“breakthrough infections occur, though they are generally mild…”

Under section “Vaccine Breakthrough Infections,” CDC says:

COVID-19 vaccines are effective at preventing severe disease, hospitalization, and death. However, since vaccines are not 100% effective at preventing infection, some people who are up to date with the recommended vaccines will still get COVID-19. This is called a breakthrough infection. When people who are vaccinated develop symptoms of COVID-19, they tend to experience less severe symptoms than people who are unvaccinated.

This clearly claims that vaccinated and unvaccinated people experience different symptoms. But now the CDC is admitting that they have no different recommendations for vaccinated people than unvaccinated because unvaxxed people may have recovered and now have natural immunity. Vaccinated and unvaccinated people are considered the same now, according to the CDC. And one reason is, breakthrough cases!

The entire public health and governmental media apparatus has recently been featuring “Breakthrough Cases” in our faces, with such prominent examples as (supposedly) fully boosted Biden and Fauci, and now even the Jewish CEO of Pfizer, Albert Bourla. Are we seeing enough “breakthrough cases” that it appears there never was anything to “break through,” in the form of vaccine-induced protection? What barrier to infection is there to “break through”? Perhaps nothing.  As we will see, the CDC mostly asserts that vaccines reduce symptoms, not that they prevent contracting or transmitting disease. This is just one of the many internal walk-backs of the CDC.

The CDC’s “Covid Data Tracker” has a section which asks “Want more information on Covid-19 vaccine breakthrough cases?” I answered yes, and clicked the link to see what data the CDC provides on breakthrough cases on its page “The Possibility of Covid-19 After Vaccination: Breakthrough Infections.” The answer was none. I only got a generic explanation of what a breakthrough case means, and recommendations to get more vaccines. It included another direct condemnation of the “effectiveness” of vaccines themselves: “People who get vaccine breakthrough infections can spread COVID-19 to other people.”

Amazingly:

CDC monitors reported vaccine breakthrough infections to better understand patterns of COVID-19 among people who are vaccinated and unvaccinated. The latest rates of COVID-19 cases and deaths by vaccination status are available on the CDC COVID Data Tracker.

The Tracker cycles back to the first page, where no real data on breakthrough cases is provided. The numbers and percentages of breakthrough cases remains cryptic.

Naturally Acquired Immunity

The 2nd reason the CDC gives for why vaccinated and unvaccinated people are now issued the same recommendations is this:

Persons who have had COVID-19 but are not vaccinated have some degree of protection against severe illness from their previous infection.

Recall that in July 2021, the Jewish CDC Director Rochelle Walensky used the phrase “a pandemic of the unvaccinated” in her news conference speech. All mainstream media reported on this and magnified the message that we were afflicted with a “pandemic of the unvaccinated.” Choose WebMD, CNN, ABC, CNN, Yahoo! News and more, here. They all say almost exactly the same thing.

The following statement or similar was included in almost all main media reports: “White House COVID-19 coordinator Jeff Zients (Jewish) said four states accounted for 40% of new cases last week—one in five coming from Florida.” Florida was targeted for defamation because Governor Ron Desantis was defying CDC recommendations and rejecting covid lockdown policies, mask and vaccine mandates.

Earlier in the covid timeline, the World Health Organization (WHO) actually changed the definition of “Herd Immunity” to exclude naturally immune people through natural exposure, and retained only the vaccine-induced immunity contribution to herd immunity. On June 9th 2020, the WHO defined Herd Immunity on its “Corona Virus Disease (COVID-19): Serology” page as: “the indirect protection from an infectious disease that happens when a population is immune either through vaccination or immunity developed through previous infection.” By November 13th, on essentially the same page (now further titled “Coronavirus disease (COVID-19): Serology, antibodies and immunity“), the WHO declared “‘Herd immunity’, also known as ‘population immunity’, is a concept used for vaccination, in which a population can be protected from a certain virus if a threshold of vaccination is reached.” WHO defended the change of definition with this line: “Herd immunity is achieved by protecting people from a virus, not by exposing them to it.”

If any credit can be given to the CDC at all, it did not change its own definition of what it terms “Community Immunity,” but retained the definition which included both naturally acquired immunity and vaccine-induced immunity as contributing to Community Immunity.

On November 12th, 2021, almost exactly one year since the WHO definition change, the Los Angeles Times published an article titled “CDC shifts pandemic goals away from reaching herd immunity.” It states: “Now the herd is restless. And experts at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention have set aside herd immunity as a national goal.” The main reasons are given by Dr. Jefferson Jones, “a medical officer on the CDC’s COVID-19 Epidemiology Task Force”:

Vaccines have been quite effective at preventing cases of COVID-19 that lead to severe illness and death, but none has proved reliable at blocking transmission of the virus, Jones noted. Recent evidence has also made clear that the immunity provided by vaccines can wane in a matter of months. The result is that even if vaccination were universal, the coronavirus would probably continue to spread. (bold added)

Here a medical officer on the CDC’s Epidemiology Task Force admits that the covid vaccines do not prevent transmission. Now the CDC is saying that natural immunity is valid, and in the context of this statement by the CDC’s Jones, it appears even more valid than vaccination!

This should enrage hundreds of millions of people in our nation, especially those who got vaccinated thinking they were doing the only thing they could to produce what CDC calls Community Immunity, save their loved ones and end the pandemic. Even more outrageous, those who believe they contracted covid and recovered fine, but were still urged and coerced to get vaccinated, should be apoplectic. The CDC is now essentially admitting that they were wrong and natural immunity is once again acceptable and even preferred. It is unconscionable for the CDC to change its position on naturally acquired immunity, after having pushed vaccines as the only way to stop the pandemic.

Covid Vaccines only reduce symptoms, not prevent transmission

Here are more statements about vaccines—and now also natural acquired immunity—only preventing severe symptoms, from the CDC’s latest MMWR, “official Summary of Guidance for Minimizing the Impact of COVID-19 on Individual Persons, Communities, and Health Care Systems — United States, August (19) 2022”:

“Medically significant illness, death, and health care system strain can be reduced through vaccination and therapeutics to prevent severe illness…”

“high levels of vaccine- and infection-induced immunity…have substantially reduced the risk for medically significant COVID-19 illness (severe acute illness and post–COVID-19 conditions) and associated hospitalization and death.”

“The risk for medically significant illness…is considerably reduced by immunity derived from vaccination, previous infection, or both.”

“CDC recommends a strategic approach to minimizing the impact of COVID-19 on health and society that relies on vaccination and therapeutics to prevent severe illness.”

“Efforts to expand access to vaccination and therapeutics … should be intensified to reduce the risk for medically significant illness and death.”

All these statements refer to the vaccines’ as well as naturally acquired immunity’s ability to reduce severe symptoms and prevent hospitalization and death outcomes. None declare the vaccines are capable of preventing contracting or transmitting disease or viruses.

The following are all from the document’s “Vaccines and Therapeutics to Reduce Medically Significant Illness” section:

COVID-19 vaccines are highly protective against severe illness and death and provide a lesser degree of protection against asymptomatic and mild infection.

It is still talking about protecting from severe outcomes, though the second part of this statement is confusing. It cannot be claiming to reduce harmful outcomes from asymptomatic and mild infections, because there are none. And how do they really know that the vaccines reduce harmful outcomes when you acknowledge that the previously infected-but-unvaccinated are also unlikely to have harmful outcomes?

Receipt of a primary series alone, in the absence of being up to date with vaccination* through receipt of all recommended booster doses, provides minimal protection against infection and transmission (3,6). Being up to date with vaccination provides a transient period of increased protection against infection and transmission after the most recent dose, although protection can wane over time.

This document is the first time the CDC clearly claims vaccination prevents infection and transmission. Protection fades fast, though, and is only significant in double-boosted people for a short time. The first footnote #3 goes to a CDC study of October 2021, titled “Science Brief: SARS-CoV-2 Infection-induced and Vaccine-induced Immunity.” Some key quotes:

“Although comprehensive, it is neither a formal systematic review nor meta-analysis.”

“Data are presently insufficient to determine an antibody titer threshold that indicates when an individual is protected from infection.”

“At this time, there is no FDA-authorized or approved test that providers or the public can use to reliably determine whether a person is protected from infection.”

“Multiple studies have shown that antibody titers correlate with protection at a population level, but protective titers at the individual level remain unknown.”

“There are insufficient data to extend the findings related to infection-induced immunity at this time to persons with very mild or asymptomatic infection or children.”

The CDC admits all that it does not know in its reference document for this footnote. Its original statement in the MMWR is thus poorly supported.

Footnote #6 shows the “Covid Data Tracker,” including the “COVID-19 Vaccine Effectiveness Monthly Update.” This source only includes updates on vaccine effectiveness up to the end of June. It states: “Protection is highest in adults who receive a booster dose.” Then it says: “No new CDC studies were published in June on COVID-19 effectiveness among adults.” As of June, adults administered one dose of the Johnson & Johnson/Janssen vaccine had less than 18% effectiveness against SARS-CoV-2 infection, two weeks to a month after injection. Many other effectiveness rates are displayed in the complex chart, covering many age groups, different vaccines (all for covid), and over different time frames. The CDC emphasized in the title of the chart that these are all “estimates.” Many are under 50% and all are under 100% of course.

Returning to the MMWR from the beginning of this article, we see this statement:

“The rates of COVID-19–associated hospitalization and death are substantially higher among unvaccinated adults than among those who are up to date with recommended COVID-19 vaccination, particularly adults aged ≥65 years (5,7)”

I opened the links in the footnotes CDC provides here. The statement is a complete lie if based upon the study CDC cites, because the study says nothing about vaccination rates, only disability rates. It is titled “COVID-19 Cases and Hospitalizations Among Medicare Beneficiaries With and Without Disabilities — United States, January 1, 2020–November 20, 2021.”

I searched the document for vaccine-related information and found that the study never actually looked at vaccination status of these disabled subjects: “vaccination coverage was not considered in this analysis because of limitations in administrative reporting and data; persons with disabilities are less likely to receive COVID-19 vaccination than are persons without disabilities.” So they are inferring that negative outcomes in this group are partly the result of not being vaccinated, even though they acknowledge this group has many comorbidities, such as diabetes, obesity, etc.  Weak.

It was a recommendation to make vaccines accessible to elderly and disabled people to prevent severe illness and death (not prevent infection or transmission). It says nothing—NOTHING!—about unvaccinated people having higher incidence of death and hospitalization. Did CDC think no one would check?

The second footnote here only links back to the same document.

“Emerging evidence suggests that vaccination before infection also provides some protection against post–COVID-19 conditions,† and that vaccination among persons with post–COVID-19 conditions might help reduce their symptoms (8).” Both parts of this statement refer to reducing symptoms or “conditions,” not infection or transmission.

The link here goes to a meta study out of Britain, that examined results of 15 other studies on “The effectiveness of vaccination against long COVID.” It declares in most cases that vaccination improves symptoms of “long covid,” although they note that “All studies were observational, so the results may be from differences other than vaccination, and there was large heterogeneity between studies in the definition of long COVID,” and “there is a risk of bias across all studies due to differences in people who were vaccinated and unvaccinated, the measurement of outcomes, and in the selection of participants.”

Moreover, “it is unclear whether vaccination of previously unvaccinated people with long COVID is more likely to improve or worsen long COVID symptoms,” and “There were, however, some cases in all studies who reported a worsening in symptoms after vaccination.” And “In 3 of the 5 studies reporting on symptom changes following vaccination of people with long COVID, there was a higher proportion of people with long COVID who reported unchanged symptoms following vaccination (up to 70%) than people whose symptoms improved or worsened.”

The results are thus unclear; in some cases, symptoms got worse after vaccination, and the definition of “long COVID” varied among the studies. All we know is that symptoms were either unchanged, worse, or better. And there is no way to be sure that those who got better improved because of the vaccines.

Returning again to the MMWR, the CDC makes two statements using the phrase “irrespective of vaccination status.” “When implemented, screening testing strategies should include all persons, irrespective of vaccination status.” And: “Persons who have had recent confirmed or suspected exposure to an infected person should wear a mask for 10 days around others when indoors in public and should receive testing ≥5 days after exposure (or sooner, if they are symptomatic), irrespective of their vaccination status.”

Just yesterday I heard an ad on the radio. It is recommended to still get boosted with covid vaccines in order to reduce symptoms and relieve our hospital system of patient burden. This ad was paid for by funds from the Dept of Health and Human Services (which includes the CDC). Our tax money is paying for government-issued advertisements on behalf of the pharmaceutical industry to sell more vaccines. The point is: they admit now that the vaccines do not prevent contracting or transmitting disease. The CDC seems to have stopped also saying the opposite, that everyone must get vaccinated to stop the spread. Is this now damage control?

Public trust in the CDC is now so low that only 33% of people 50 and older are double-boosted and less than 4% of children 5 to 11 recommended for vaccination have received a single “booster.” Boosters prove that vaccines are a failed technology.

But despite all that, they just approved a  new omicron-specific booster before being “fully tested” on humans. I’m sure that will turn this disaster around. Or maybe not. The old saying that “if you’re in a hole, stop digging” comes to mind.

The CDC contradicts itself so often, public trust in the agency is near absent. With its shocking statement last week that vaccinated and unvaccinated people are issued the same covid prevention recommendations, distrust is turning into active contempt and outrage. Lawsuits are expected against the CDC over this, en masse. Anyone who subjected himself to a covid vaccination based on the CDC’s prior recommendations—which became coercsions–has a strong case now. Even the unvaccinated have strong claims against the CDC.

Conquered from Within: Lincoln’s Prediction

In his 1863 Gettysburg address, Abraham Lincoln said, “A house divided against itself cannot stand.”  In another speech–Lyceum 1838– he emphasized that, given its size and geographical location far from foreign powers, the United States (very much similar to China’s privileged status today) could not be conquered from abroad but only from within.  To preserve national unity and harmony, the sensible choice was to work together towards a common beneficial goal or to die by suicide from rebellious forces within its boundaries.

To paraphrase the biblical verse: “He who lives by the sword dies by the sword”(Matthew 26:52), we could say in a different manner:  the country that willingly betrays its foundational principles in favor of false tenets will in time see the very nature of its society collapse.  In the same context, Polonius, counselor to the king, tells Hamlet in Shakespeare’s drama:  “To thine own self be true.”

That is an accepted axiom of political longevity.  Human communities are subject to varying means of governance as well as the laws of physics (entropy).  We are given birth (Declaration of Independence, 1776; Constitution in 1787), we reach an age of maturity and greatness, and then, in temporal segments since the War in Vietnam, we descend into senescence and eventual extinction as a dominant power.  This is the pattern that major countries throughout history have followed.

According to historians and modern-day pundits (Cal Thomas, Martin Armstrong, John Glover and others), all empires or major political powers are condemned to a pre-ordained death cycle within 250 years of their onset.  There are in the ancient world, notable exceptions: Persia, Greece, Rome, Egypt, and Carthage, et al. that survived longer.

America, in 2026 will be 250 years old (dating from the Declaration of Independence, 1776).  There are many objections by historians to this time line of self-destruction—although Lincoln rightly predicted that our downfall would come from within the country and not from hostile foreign powers.

The Greek, Roman, Persian, and Egyptian empires have long since passed away into historical oblivion.  Modern-day France (born in 1789 with the French Revolution) is a pale relic of the Napoleonic domination of Europe in the early nineteenth century. The prestige and economic prosperity it once enjoyed from its now defunct world-wide empire can no longer justify its aspirations to be a global power.

We are now, some 246 years after our birth as a nation, in a period of senescence.  To the extent that we never sought international dominance, we are poorly situated to maintain our role as the world’s most powerful country in foreign and economic affairs.

Democracy is also a tired and fragile system of government; autocracy and oligarchy are becoming more and more attractive to the modern politician.

Centralized government lets you bypass the will of the people; it permits leaders to resolve complicated issues without having to seek the approval of the common weal.  Dogmatism of this sort promotes single-party rule with its unfortunate consequences, as history has demonstrated time and again.

So the physicists say, our universe is condemned to extinction in the far, far distant future; if this is true and the earth’s immediate existence is compromised by global warming and other man-made abuses, we need to find alternative ways to escape the threat of planetary decline as predicted by scientists.

Our sacrificial attempts to purify the planet are mocked by foreign powers that pollute at will (China and India in particular with almost 2.7 billion inhabitants collectively) in an effort to pursue economic prosperity and political hegemony for their vast populations.

In Africa, animal species are disappearing as poor nations grant poachers free access to their sanctuaries to hunt elephants for their tusks and rhinos for their horns.  Brazil does little to prosecute or deter farmers from destroying trees to create arable land in the Amazon.

We need to view interstellar space as the new frontier—a pathway to the stars or planets such as Mars where human communities can be created as an escape venue from the inevitable dying of our planet.  It might be interesting to speculate about what Planet Earth will become one hundred or more years from now as millions of settlers leave our sphere to resettle on Mars—the new Wild West.

Will wars among the surviving countries on Earth be so devastating that life itself will be compromised?  Will nations, in a desperate effort to preserve their viability, make peace or at least sign a truce, putting aside highly destructive weaponry for the sake of survival?

Unfortunately, we are genetic victims of our origins more than a million years ago.  Waging war to preserve existence and national (or tribal) safety is engrained in our psychological nature.  The military-industrial complex promotes international conflicts to keep its industries profitable.  No era in human history has been without disastrous warfare and conflict.  The future will not be an era of Pax Americana.

The military hierarchy rewards those who have served valiantly in combat.  Without war, the officer corps becomes restless, knowing full well that only on the battle field could their promotions in rank be assured.

Intelligence agencies and law enforcement are being weaponized against dissenters.  Democracy or a representative form of government is now an inconvenience more than a necessity.

Talk shows, movies, and media programs are rife with discussions about how slow and inept true democratic procedures are.  In the eyes of current administrations, getting quick answers to thorny questions is more important than obtaining accurate results without rushing to conclusions.

The sanctuary cities and states (California) that welcome illegal immigrants act in willful contravention of federal laws.  No one in Congress will impose legal sanctions on these “blue” states or cities.

What if America, overwhelmed by millions of unvetted immigrants, abandons its traditions and becomes a compilation of warring tribes and ethnic groups?  As Lincoln predicted, suicide from inside will surely be a reality within a few decades.

America will continue to be a privileged geographical location, a massive presence in the Western world, but how can it once again become a player in the Eastern hemisphere? China is now the dominant force throughout this region. Any attempt to limit its military expansion within its sphere of influence would be met with strong resistance.

We are in a tenuous situation financially.  The dollar is still the world’s reserve currency.  However, according to current trends, China will eventually replace us as the major economic force in the world; as a result, they will demand that a basket of currencies, not the dollar, become the currency of world exchange.  This assault on the American dollar, once it is replaced or no longer enjoys its privileged status, will have a disastrous effect on our economy.  It will shift the equilibrium of political power throughout the world.

More than thirty trillion dollars in debt, the American economy cannot sustain its current rate of spending and the massive acquisition of debt.  In due time, its bonds will be marketed at a discount.  Social programs will not be able to be adequately funded; military expenditures will be reduced, economic incentives will be curtailed, etc.  The long-anticipated recession will occur and Americans of all stripes will struggle to adjust their lifestyles.

An increasing percentage of the national debt will be interest payments to foreign investors, in particular to countries that have regularly acquired our debt: Canada, Great Britain, China, and Japan.

None of the current spending programs will be implemented effectively with a corresponding lack of adequate funding.  The Treasury cannot keep on printing money (“funny money”) in an inflationary period.  But it does.

Sooner or later, the national debt will bring about a collapse of our economic safety net: the belief in the so-called unshakeable strength and durability of the American economy.

The uninhibited allocation of recent funds (the “Inflation Reduction Act”) and student loan forgiveness strain the imagination.  Much of the money set aside for infrastructure initiatives goes to programs that have nothing to do with roads or bridges.

For example, to encourage the purchase of more electric vehicles, the government has proposed offering a generous subsidy to consumers (~$7,500).  It has been reported that car manufacturers will then raise the price of their vehicles in keeping with the amount of the buyer’s subsidy, thus indirectly rewarding manufacturers to produce more electric cars at very high prices, especially compared to comparable gas-powered vehicles.

 

As stated above, the growth of the Asian population in America, especially Chinese, will provide a fifth column of sorts to undermine  American scientific achievements and eventually its world dominance in computer and technological innovation.

The Chinese are aggressively purchasing vast tracts of land for agricultural products and investing in American corporations that serve an economic or political purpose.  G-5 and Tic-Toc are prime examples of this incursion.  They have also invested in South American countries (Venezuela and others) in an effort to spread their influence throughout the world.  The Chinese have heavily invested in Canada, Africa, and Mexico as well.

While we are obsessed with feminism, critical race theory, and woke-dominated issues, the Chinese are methodically implementing their long-term plan of global domination.  We are not equipped to fight a land war in Asia, and our Navy is inferior to its Chinese counterpart.

We do not have a coherent plan of action if China invades Taiwan or attempts to take over some of the neighboring islands. The power vacuum created by weakness is always exploited in a political and military context.

All in all, there is nothing new in these comments.  President Biden is compromised by his family’s connection with Chinese business interests (via his son Hunter and his brother).  He is not respected in Asia.  If Japan perceives it cannot be protected by American military power, it will seek other means of defense in acquiring atomic weapons and rapidly expanding its military capabilities.  They will be tempted to enter into alliances with other major players in the Far Eastern zone to protect their interests.

If America does not show resolve to intervene on their behalf against Chinese aggression, Japan may demand that American troops be withdrawn from their territory.  South Korea may follow a similar path of autonomy if the United States doesn’t express the will to protect its peninsula from military threats from the Chinese and North Koreans.

A destabilized Far East will not bode well for American influence in the area.  It is foreseeable that major global corporations will side with the Chinese to preserve their massive economic presence on the Chinese mainland.  American stockholders, for the most part, will remain silent and not challenge corporations who portray the Chinese as reasonable and sensible business partners.

If he could survey the current ruptures in the American political scene, Abraham Lincoln would be appalled by the tribalism and identity politics that have severely divided our nation.  The coastal elites and the bureaucrats in the “Washington Swamp” are more and more convinced that the barriers of our Constitutional Republic can be breached with little or no opposition. We are entering by all measures a post-Constitutional phase of our governance.

Unless there is a political renaissance in the Republican Party, the Democrats will continue to exert an inordinate influence in the restructuring of America’s destiny.  The more conservative enclaves in the South and mid-West will be displaced or repressed by regulations and laws that go against their interests.

How long will the “forgotten” millions who supported Trump stay silent?

Revolutions seldom come from frustrated and enraged workers or lower middle-class malcontents, but from those in positions of power who see their influence blocked or bypassed by political entities that work to enhance their own quest for power.

America’s decline, both globally and domestically, will be the subject of major concerns in the decades to come.  Are we now on the cusp of a national and international fall from power as dictated by historical norms or can this trend be offset by a new policy of returning to the democratic principles of the past that were so successful in holding our nation together?

In the long run, what would Abraham Lincoln have said?

Could he have restored unity without a Civil War or military suppression of dissenting voices?