A lot has been made in the past few months of this contest, Name of Russia, which, as one might expect, is designed to find a name from history which can be used as a symbol, an outward face, for Russia to the world. It's inspired by a BBC contest, Great Britons, which named Winston Churchill as its symbol; South Africa named Nelson Mandela.
Russia is
on the verge of electing either the dumbest possible man to be at the helm during the worst possible time, Nicholas II or....
Stalin.
Pushkin - who practically invented the modern Russian literary language - is in sixth. About the only good news is that the great bard Vladimir Vysotsky is in third.. Vysotsky was a sort of a Russian Bob Dylan, had Dylan been writing under a regime that would have sent him to a labor camp for performing "North Country Blues."
Anyway, as the article mentions, it’s not as if this poll is definitive or one hundred percent representative or anything; but it
is distressing.
And every time I read one of these articles about the resurgence of popular support for Stalin, I’m reminded of why it’s acceptable (in the sense that I would not be socially ostracized, I admit it might not be in good taste) for me to tack up a Soviet propaganda poster, or for that matter wear a tee shirt emblazoned with the hammer and sickle, but it wouldn’t be acceptable for me to put up Nazi propaganda or wear a shirt with a swastika on it. The first can be explained by the fundamental differences between Stalinist propaganda and Nazi propaganda: the Stalinist variety tended towards denial of reality in service towards the idealistic goals of the state and the wisdom of its leader, thus propelling the language into the absurd - 400 page homoerotic novels about factory workers and ridiculously grandiloquent nicknames for Stalin; Nazi propaganda, on the other hand, avoided abstract concepts as its aim, rather focusing on specifics like the Treaty of Versailles and the Jews and that specificity of the targets makes it less apt to ridicule because we can more easily see the subjects the propaganda destroys, making it more disturbing; not to mention that it was also more effective – there isn’t a Stalinist equivalent to
Triumph of the Will.
The difference in attitude with regards to the respective symbols of the regimes is a bit trickier. It’s not enough to say that the hammer and sickle are representative of an ideology which transcends its earthly manifestation since the swastika was adopted precisely because it was a mystical symbol of good luck. We can rule that out. But since the tactics we employed battling The Reds were often as brutal and murderous as we made Theirs out to be, I’d venture that most folk who don a shirt with the Soviet emblem on it are doing it more as a denunciation of their own culture than an endorsement of the Soviets’. Also, there’s the point that the swastika and Nazism (as a governing power) died when Hitler did. Despite its simplicity, victory may be all there is to it. However, as hostile as the relationship we’ve had with an economically independent and powerful Russia has been, it may very well turn out that the alliance we struck with Stalin in order to save European culture from Hitler may prove to be a Faustian bargain. I still hold out some hope for Medvedev to be a different leader than Putin, but there’s no denying there is a certain regressive trajectory in our countries’ foreign policy.
To go further and give a concrete example of the type of baffling double standard exists, when Dmitri Medvedev was sworn in as President of Russia, he took command of the Presidential Regiment and honored it on its 72nd anniversary. The Regiment was founded in order to protect Stalin from and to find and root out counterrevolutionary groups in 1936, on the cusp of his most brutal year in power; the next year approximately 700,000 people would be executed during the Great Purge. With that in mind it's hard to see the Regiment as anything other than a terrorist organization given legitimacy by a government whose own legitimacy was brought about by brutality and, well, terrorism.
And can you imagine if Angela Merkel honored a comparable institution founded during the Nazi years? It would be viewed as a grotesque act and an international outcry would probably force her to resign. Yet, so often as that hypothetical comparison is made, there seems to be an undeserved consensus that Russians simply view their “dark period” differently. It utterly baffles me, regardless of whether it’s unnoticed or simply left unsaid that the singular reason why that is happens to be that Stalin sat down at Potsdam and Hitler shot himself in a bunker as his regime fell apart.
Because of that victory, Western textbooks (leaving out college curriculums here for obvious reasons) can feel free to not highlight that millions more died under Stalin than under Hitler; and Russian textbooks can proclaim that the horror of those years was necessary to industrialize the country and helped forge a nation capable of winning WWII. That Russia won WWII
despite Stalin is rarely mentioned. He denied that Hitler would even go back on the Molotov-Ribbentrop pact, despite intelligence reports indicating otherwise. Furthermore, by the time Operation Barbarossa was launched, Stalin had liquidated basically all of the top military advisers and leaders. The USSR won because of the leadership of Marshall Zhukov and the fact that Soviet generals could send wave after wave of
cannon fodder soldiers at the Germans.
So, let's get back to reality here. Stalin was an awful, awful leader. Militarily, economically and
scientifically incompetent, his inabilities had disastrous consequences that affected almost every citizen who wasn't in the top circles of power. There's a reason why the Russians refer to WWII as The Great Patriotic War. They deserve to feel a sense of pride about the outcome. They arguably did more to cripple Hitler than any other Allied country and the West has yet to recognize that properly. But, to repeat, all of this needs to be understood under the context that, amazingly, they did thus under the leadership of a paranoid lunatic.