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Happy New Year!

Christmas Self 2Leather Trousers, Sweater, and Hat This year has been anything but uneventful. For me it was perhaps a great example of the ‘not all that glistens is gold’. It couldn’t start better: I spent the turn of 2007/2008 in Wales, surveying castles. I started a new job in March; I went to see Slavoj Zizek (yes, it is ‘an affair to remember’!) in Leeds; I relocated to Central Manchester in May; I attended a number of fantastic events in June-July, including Beck’s Canvas 2008 in London… and then I fell on my way to work and broke my ankle, my contract was terminated, and as the year 2008 draws to the close I still have not found a job (although there is a good chance that I will very soon). It was hard, and I am thankful to those who gave their support. Still, as Dr Johnson teaches us about sorrow, “all beyond the bursts of passion, or the forms of solemnity, is not only useless, but culpable; for we have no right to sacrifice, to the vain longings of affection, that time which providence allows us for the task of our station“. I decided to put everything that happened in July-August behind me, as, in the end, ‘what goes round, comes round’. I moved on. In September I travelled to York, which was a long-term dream, and in December – to Birmingham, which was another long-term dream. I started experimenting with advertising on the blog and different affiliate programs; I began to explore TypePad; I moved Los Cuadernos de Julia to its own domain; and I am still replying to a long trail of comments about the picture at the top of the post of me in leather trousers and the sweater and hat I knitted. Oh, of course, between August and December I was knitting that massive throw on my couch. And another self-portrait was made on Christmas Day, after I cooked that wonderful gammon – a proof that food is indeed inspiring. This also proves I can work with a tripod – although I’d only got it in November.

Yes, it was an eventful year, and the entire experience stands for my capability of ‘working under pressure’. This is a quality that many employers seek in their staff, whatever type of contract they have, so my resilience is well and truly proved after 2008.

One of my resolutions for the past few years has been to travel more. I still haven’t gone to the Continent (I had a good chance before that fatal fall) and I haven’t visited my home country. I haven’t been back in all time since September 2003, and I certainly wish myself to finally have time and resources to go there. If anything, I want to photograph my native city, post those pics to Flickr and tell you about them!

This is my recurring resolution. Another is to meet new people, far and wide, to work or to make friends. There are a few more such resolutions, but I somehow feel better if I keep them under wraps until I am sure they have stopped being a vague idea in my head. I will say, though, that there will be a regular feature on this blog next year, and I hope you find it interesting.

Last but not least, as I said above, I’m open to collaboration and/or any work projects in the Media, Arts and Humanities sectors, particularly involving research, writing, and foreign languages.

This year I decided not to draw the ‘Top 10 Posts and Categories’ list, but, as in previous years, I will post a traditional Russian New Year postcard. So, here is the Russian Father Frost bringing you a plenty of wonderful presents and gifts, taking away the woes of 2008, and giving you ‘the strength of a raging bull’ to use in 2009. Let it be a happy, prosperous, healthy and memorable (for all good things) New Year to you all! And thanks for being with me :-).

Government Accused Of Kindness… But What About Ignorance?

One of the currently featured stories on Digg.com is this Guardian.co.uk article on the upcoming campaign against childhood obesity based on an unpublished Department of Health report. As the report is unpublished, the paper correspondent draws our attention to the section of the report titled “Killing with Kindness”. You are very welcome to read the article and draw conclusions yourself, but I commented on Digg about some glaring gaps in the report’s argument and just wanted to add a couple of points.

Outlining “how parents are helping to establish bad habits in their offspring”, the report says:

“Parents believe it is too unsafe to play outside”.

Back in 2005 or 2006 I had to prepare a research paper about how paedofiles should be treated by the society: whether they should be castrated, or kept in prison, or surveilled by the community, etc. The figures and the evidence of sexual crimes against children were astounding. Yet even if we exclude sexual predators, then what about street crime? I am sure I have already lost the track of all the recent cases of kids and teenagers being killed in the streets in the middle of the day. Once happened, these killings are reported across the national media for weeks, if not months. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying they should not be reported. However, in the light of this parents are right to believe that it is too unsafe to play outside.

The further quote concerns young mothers:

“Mums lack the confidence to take part in physical activity with their children“.

I admit: looking back at my home country, things would not be critically different: girls as young as 17-18 (once they finished school) would be willing to start a family. To have kids rather than go into education for 3 years, that is. But it took me to come to England in order to seriously question two things: 1) if sexual revolution actually took place? 2) whom did it affect? The number of pregnant teenagers younger that 17 that I had been seeing in the North Manchester working class district for 4.5 years both staggered and amazed me. Fair enough, the subject of whether or not to have sexual education in British schools is still ardently debated, but it also seems that for generations families live in a complete oblivion to the possibilities of contraception or pregnancy management. And no, I’m not speaking of pills whose negative effects on a woman’s health are reported increasingly often. There are other ways, and they are regularly advertised.

So, how does this relate to the problem that the Government highlighted? Directly. To what extent is the Government aware that many of those ‘mums’ are practically children themselves? They are hardly in capacity to bring up their children in an informed way because, as young parents, they are hardly informed themselves. If they are ‘killing’ their kids, it is with ignorance, not kindness.

The Government does mention that the level of information about obesity, good foods, etc. is beyond the desired level. But it isn’t down to kindness. It is down to a huge array of societal reasons – as discernible in the next quote:

“We’re really concerned that parents are using sweets, chocolates and fizzy drinks to reward their children… Food has become an expression of love in ‘at risk’ families. Parents are prioritising filling up their kids over feeding them the right foods. Snacking has become a way of life”.

My reply on Digg was: “Yes, precisely like alcohol. Except that you don’t give alcohol to kids until they grow up. Moreover, young parents, especially if they themselves come from ‘at risk’ families, follow the example they’d taken from their parents”.

I have not had children, but I have had a family. A large amount of things we do or don’t do right when we attempt to create our own ‘nest’ stem from what we saw (or didn’t see) at our parents’ families. For a start, the Government needs to be prepared to break this tradition of ‘unhealthy snacking’ that is running in some families for generations, and that’s a hard graft. Secondly, food on this occasion is hardly an expression of love – it is rather the way to gag a child. This may sound crude because we’re discussing children here, but the Roman ‘bread and circuses‘ can be seen being applied wherever it is more comfortable to numb the pain instead of curing the disease. Parents don’t want kids to scream about their, kids’, disappointments, problems, desires – so they give them sweet foods. Very likely as the kids’ grandparents did to the now parents.

If not kindness, then what is the root of childhood obesity problem? Apart from ignorance, it is indifference. Parents may be very confident that they are doing the best to their kids but this parental love may in fact be a mere disguise. Having said this, though, I am looking at the current situation with the credit crunch. I have had a huge difficulty finding a job (which still hasn’t got resolved), but I am on my own. I can only imagine what people who have children may be going through in my situation. Even if they were not ignorant or indifferent, would they have moral, emotional strength to cook healthy meals every day for the family? Would they have money to buy healthy food? These questions only serve to show that kindness is not at the root of the problem – but does the Government know about it? Or do we see the Government falling into the same kind of ’emotional reporting’ that has plagued the media for ages?

Skiing in Moscow


Skiing in Moscow, originally uploaded by loscuadernosdejulia.

This picture tells many stories. It was taken by my mother in Moscow sometime between 1998 and 2001. I got the Salomon skies set for my birthday, if I am not mistaken.

I’ve always loved winter sports, much more so than the summer ones. The story goes that in 1982 during the Winter Olympics I was mesmerised by the figure skaters. My mother was walking with me in her hands to and fro in the room. The TV set stood at the window. When she walked to it, I’d cry. Once she turned and walked towards the wall, I’d calm down. It finally downed on her that I was watching the TV.

My own attempt at figure skating was rather ill-fated. Shortly after my 7th birthday in December, Father Frost (this is how Santa Claus is called in Russia) visited me and brought me a lovely pair of white skates. Alas, I couldn’t even stand on them or make a step, let alone skate. I used to be really passionate about figure skating, but, having come to England, I somehow lost the interest. I still feel, though, a bit of envy when I see those at ice rinks who effortlessly glide over the ice

I had skies when I was a kid, but it wasn’t until I went to the Uni that I really got into skiing. Admittedly, I never went to ski on the slopes, and chances are, I’d be screaming like on the roller-coaster, if I did. However, I really love ski walking and a bit of ski running, although I never thought of competing in a skiing marathon. My stamina does have limitations.

On the picture you see me in my native disctrict; my house stood just across the road from this vast terrain of soil. The district was quite industial: to my left is a thermo-electric station; behind me, stretching to the right, would be a number of industrial sites; and farther to the right would be a market and a garbage-burning plant. The winters, however, were amazing, with plenty of snow, and it wasn’t unusual to see people coming from farther corners of the district, carrying their skiing equipment.

Personally, I’d always overlook the industrial “exterior”. As far as I was concerned, this vast terrain of snow was a great place. It was magical, atmospheric, and as I lived on the 5th floor, you’ve got to believe me that the sunsets I used to watch on those winter evenings in my district were really splendid.

In all of my time in England, these were the two things that I really missed: snow and sunsets. You might find this amusing: yes, there really isn’t much snow in England, but surely, there are sunsets! Alas, I haven’t lived above the 1st floor to see them. But who knows? The end of 2008 is only the beginning of 2009…

 

Riitta Ikonen Brings Snowflakes to Finland

I have lived for a long period of time in the countries as wide apart as Russia and England – particularly where climate is concerned. In the last couple of years, however, the picture has seemingly changed: English summers became hotter (something that we in Russia are very used to), and the Russian winter seems to be visiting England rather regularly. I observed the tendency earlier this year, and when I went to Birmingham earlier this month my heart was practically freezing both in cold and in glee as I looked at the snow-covered fields and rails (left).

In Russia this has been rather different. We’d usually have lots of snow, but last year, when browsing one of Russian social networks, I saw this collage of two photos: they document the precise spot in Moscow city centre in the month of January in 2006 and 2007. The inscription on the photo asks you to find ’10 differences’, which is easy, and the tendency continues this year. Unfortunately, I do not know the name of the photographer. The point, though, is that whilst here in England the winter is getting colder and whiter, Russia seems to have imported not only such traditional and long-standing British retailers as Marks&Spencer, Boots, and The Body Shop, but also the ‘typical’ English weather in the guise of rain.

Finland has been experiencing the same kind of problem, but one person there has stood firmly against the climate change. Riitta Ikonen, one of Beck’s Canvas 2008 artists, introduced the Snowflake project in December 2007 – by then Finland has not had snow for two years for Christmas. This prompted Riitta to start “an ongoing site-specific project looking at the effects of global warming“. The photographs are by Anni Koponen and more can be seen on the project’s page. On the right is Riitta at Beck’s Canvas (photographed by me) with two supporters dressed in costumes created by Riitta for Bird and Leaf project. Below is the artist’s Beck’s Canvas interview.

 

Countdown to Festivals: Chestnut Christmas Tree

Many pleasant and unpleasant things are happening at the turn of 2008/2009. Unpleasant – credit crunch and recession are on. Pleasant (for me) – there was some snow in England. Last but not least, there is Christmas and New Year shopping, as well as markets and fairs with mulled wine, gingerbreads, and pretzels.

In my first year of blogging, 2006 that is, when I blogged practically every day in December, I created a 2006 Xmas label. I skipped 2007, but this year I thought I’d bring it back, and you may already have noticed it. We have 10 days till December 25 and half a month till January 1, and in these days I’ll be posting pictures and maybe short poems or texts on the festive subjects. I’ll be posting other articles, too, but 2008 Xmas label should be your destination if you are hoping to instill yourself with the Christmas spirit – and maybe even with ideas.

What I’d also like to happen, is to create the content of this label with your help. Wherever you are or going to be for Christmas and New Year, you can send me a picture from that place, and it will appear on the blog. It may be a photo of a New Year Tree in your locality, or the decorations you are preparing, the desserts you are cooking, etc. If there is a special custom you like observing for Christmas and New Year and don’t mind sharing it with us, you can send that, too. Understandably, the hard times we are surviving this year due to crisis and probably a host of other things may well be putting some of us off any kind of celebrations. As I’m caught up in this myself, my view is that we construct our own reality, and therefore, although there is no obligation to celebrate this particular Xmas or New Year, it would be too hard on ourselves not to try and be happy or at least joyful. Thus, let’s build the joy with our own hands.

First off, is this fantastic idea for a Christmas tree from Tatiana Afonina from Russia, whose Easter creations you could see earlier this year. Finally, chestnuts are of more use that just to be eaten: you can glue them together, creating a conic shape, and then you paint them gold. If you don’t care about having a dazzling Chestmas tree, then you can opt for a less glamorous but sweeter version – in the proper sense of the word: instead of glue you can use caramel, and in this case you will be able to ‘recycle’ the tree with no damage to Nature or your conscience, simply by eating it. Whatever you choose to do, remember that these days are all about protecting the environment. If this is something that concerns you, then definitely follow in to Tatiana’s footsteps, and your Christmas could hardly be greener.

 

The November National Holiday: From Revolution to Union

When I was little, on the 7th November my mother and I once went to see my gran’s sister. Back in 1980s, this day was celebrated as the day of the Great October Socialist Revolution. In the evening there were usually fireworks that people cheered. My mother and I stood at the bus stop when the fireworks began. Since childhood I’ve had a very loud voice for the festive occasions. I was enthusiastically shouting ‘hooray’ at the top of my lungs at every burst of fireworks when an elderly woman who happened to be waiting at the same bus stop turned to me and said: “Why do you scream so loud? You can lose your voice”. For one reason or another, she didn’t approve of my patriotism.

When 1990s came, the Revolution started to be treated with disdain. If you read chapter 4 of Zizek’s In Defense of Lost Causes, you’ll instantly understand what I’m about. It was impossible to ignore the whole event, like you can’t ignore the French Revolution, so the attempts were made to either condemn the event or to ‘apologise’ for it. Finally, the late Boris Yeltzin renamed the ‘Great October Revolution Day’ into ‘Day of Concord and Reconciliation’, thus inviting people of Russia to leave the conflict-bearing watershed behind and think ‘positively’.

But clearly that was still not enough. To quote Zizek again:

Days before the second round of the presidential elections in May 2007, Nicolas Sarkozy formulated the exorcism of the ghost of May 1968 as the true choice facing the electorate: “In this election, we should learn whether the inheritance of May 68 is to be perpetuated, or whether it should be liquidated once and for all. I want to turn the page of May 68”.

In what sounds like a precise analogy to Sarkozy’s statement, the Russian Government in 2004 has shifted the national holiday to 4th of November and called it the ‘Unity Day’. You see, there’d be no happiness yet the misfortune happened yet Russian history was rich and eventful enough to have something memorable, apart from Revolution, happening in November. Namely, it was the victory over the Polish intervent forces in 1612. Following the death of Boris Godunov in 1605, the so-called Time of Troubles, or Mutiny Time, and the Polish intervention had started and lasted more or less until 1618. One of the decisive victories over the Poles that shaped the future of the Polish presence in Moscovia was in November 1612. The Time of Troubles was marked not only by the Polish intervention, but also by civil war, and the Unity Day thus celebrates – and commemorates the example thereof – the unification of the country against the threat of foreign rule. In pre-Soviet times 4th of November also celebrated the day of the Kazan Icon of Our Lady, with whose help the Second Volunteer Army under Kuzma Minin and Prince Dmitry Pozharsky had stormed the Polish forces in Moscow’s Kitai-Gorod. The Kazan Cathedral in St. Peterburg was built by Paul I in honour of the icon, and the icon (or possibly its copy) was moved to the cathedral in 1811.

There seems to be a difference in intentions between the Russian Government and the French President, but it is likely to be only nominal. In truth, both countries are trying at all costs to annihilate the events that may disrupt either liberal or conservative status quo. And while there may be nothing wrong with this sort of tendency in general, in particular it highlights the attempt to veil the rupture or the real problem facing the society. Having said so, it is unclear if Sarkozy had much to offer to either the French electorate or the Government in exchange of the memory and experience of May’68. Russia’s case is potentially much more fecund, as the year 1613 saw the proclamation of Mikhail Romanov as the Russian tzar, thus giving the rise to the Romanov dynasty. I don’t suppose that Russia may one day see the Restoration of the monarchy. But one can certainly expect some kind of political continuity between the Russian leaders, and to judge by the comments from Russia, this is precisely what is happening.

Illustrations:

The Icon of Our Lady of Kazan
Ernest Lessner, Poles Surrender Moscow Kremlin to Prince Pozharsky in 1612.
The Kazan Cathedral in St. Petersburg (the photo I took in 1999, during my first visit to the city).
The New Izvestia 2005 report of the new holiday.

How Not To Be Clever – 62 Years Later

Back in 1946 (that’s 62 years ago) George Mikes, the author of the undying classic of How To Be An Alien, in the chapter titled How Not To Be Clever, observed, with the usual for the book irony, that

“in England it is bad manners to be clever, to assert something confidently. It may be your own personal view that two and two make four, but you must not state it in a self-assured way, because this is a democratic country and others may be of a different opinion… And about knowledge. An English girl, of course, would be able to learn just a little more about, let us say, geography. But it is just not ‘chic’ to know whether Budapest is the capital of Roumania, Hungary or Bulgaria. And if she happens to know that Budapest is the capital of Roumania, she should at least be perplexed if Bucharest is mentioned suddenly”.

To paraphrase this in the light of the recent news, the British children should at least be perplexed to know that Churchill is not just a dog in the insurance advert, but also the surname of one of the country’s greatest statesmen.

I read the comments on this article at Yahoo!, and I don’t quite agree with the voices that children should not be expected to know these historical facts or even figures. I cannot speak for today’s school pupils in Russia, but I am confident that my generation has grown up knowing by heart the number of Soviet losses in the Second World War. Fair enough, this doesn’t automatically make one a good citizen, let alone a pacifist, but if you don’t learn about your country’s most devastating war conflict of the not too remote past, then what is there to be said about country’s prospects for not engaging in a similar conflict in future?

As an historian and an individual, I absolutely believe that at 11 y.o. a child must already know the names of the leading historical figures of his or her country. I won’t go down the line of decrying the lack of historical sense or the loss of historical memory, etc. What I think is necessary instead is to re-focus the school curriculum. I have never looked at the British curriculum, so I haven’t got a viable solution. But one of the comments read:

“the idea that we should teach Primary school childern war, war, war until they can name the entire 1941 cabinet is a little unrealistic. Tally ho, British Empire and all that. There is so much more than that…”

I don’t think the ability to name the entire 1941 cabinet will serve good to either children, or the country. But if they are able, even at the tender age of 11, to name the main participants of the Second World War, the countries’ leaders of the time, the timeframe, and – possibly – a few key events, it will be so much better. My view has always been that a child should leave the school with the minimum of knowledge that will, on the one hand, save them from complete ignorance and embarrassment and, on the other hand, will form the basis of knowledge upon which they will be able to build later, if necessary.

On another note, the news struck a curious cord with the thought that crossed my mind not too long ago. I suddenly realised that the distinguished Prof Umberto Eco has got a very interesting surname. “Interesting”, of course, in the light of our current obsession with how best to protect Nature. So, the day will probably come when a child asks his parent: “Dad (or Mum), this man’s surname is Eco – is it because he is eco-friendly?”

And when that happens, it will really be the time for the global stir.

The Day of Knowledge

In the pictures you see, on the left, me on my first day at school in 1987, and on the right – me during my teaching practice at one of Moscow schools in 2001 (the practice was mandatory for all History students). I still remember all the excitement of getting ready for school, going there with flowers, entering the class for the first time. It was a custom to give flowers to your headteacher every year on the first day at school, which is why on the First of September in Russia (celebrated as the Day of Knowledge) one can still see multitudes of pupils and their parents going to school with bouquets of flowers.

As you can see on the picture of me in 1987, the customary school uniform then consisted of a brown dress and an apron: the black was for everyday use, and the white was for special occasions. The picture on the right was produced in 1988, at the end of my first year at school, and you can see me in that very “apron-for-special-occasions” and my first teacher, whose name was Valentina (the inscription next to her photo actually reads “my first teacher”). What you can also observe is the white lace collar: the sets of matching collars and cuffs were sold in the shops in those days, and it was practically obligatory to adorn your brown dress with them. You could also be reasonably fashionable, despite being a child, and could have your lacy cuffs and collars changed every so often. I am also wearing the badge, and that is the sign of me being an Oktyabryonok (stress the second syllable from the end). We were all made Oktyabryata (the plural; again, the second from the end syllable is stressed) in the first form at school, so that two years later, in the 3rd form, to become the pioneers. Entering the school automatically had you qualify for the Young Leninists, and at the centre of my badge there was actually the face of a very young Lenin. Later on, as I’d become a pioneer, the badge would be changed, and at the centre of it would be the flame, and it would be compulsory to wear it together with the red pioneer tie.

There is a lot I can tell about my school years, some things are nice to recall, some, naturally, are not. I think, one thing that stands out now is that back then the first ever lesson we’d have would be the so-called Lesson of Peace. Thanks to the political climate of the second half of 1980s, in my school we weren’t brainwashed. Instead, we would talk about our country, then the U.S.S.R., of the republics. We would touch the subject of war, but in a very simple way, like something that should be avoided at all costs. As we grew older, the Lesson of Peace waned, and I obviously do wonder if it was really for the better.

Perhaps, the fondest memory of everyone’s time at school are the songs about being a pupil, being taught. So, in the video below you can see the slideshow of pictures of the newest Moscow pupils, but the song is actually quite old. The verses were written by the famous Mikhail Playtskovsky, the music was composed by the no less famous Vladimir Shainsky, and the song is aptly called “What they teach at school” (my verbatim translation is not adapted to the music). The last three lines of each verse are repeated twice.

To write different letters
With a tiny pen in your exercise-book –
This is what they teach at school (3 times).
To subtract and to multiply
And not to offend the youngsters –
This is what they teach at school (3 times).

To add 2 to 4,
To read the words by syllables –
This is what they teach at school (3 times).
To like the good books
And to be polite –
This is what they teach at school (3 times).

To find the East and South,
To draw a rectangular and a sphere –
This is what they teach at school (3 times).
And never to confound
The isles and cities –
This is what they teach at school (3 times).

About the verb and the dash
And about the rain in the yard –
This is what they teach at school (3 times).
To be great friends
And to cherish friendship since childhood –
This is what they teach at school (3 times).

Wrong on Russia

I have been writing about my home country every so often on my blog. I know that I have almost never reacted to either critical or positive comments in the media on Russian politics and economy. There is a personal reason to this, on the one hand. I was growing in Moscow in 1980s-90s. I suppose I can say frankly that my childhood ended in 1991. I spent my summer holidays with my grandmother’s youngest brother in his country house; my mother had left her job before going on a holiday. When we returned, Gorbachev’s Crimea exile had already begun, and a few days later the coup happened. Later, already a history student, I realised that I finished the previous school year in one country and started a new school year in another. Call it surreal or postmodern, this was definitely an out-of-this-world moment. Even if I didn’t realise the full scope of events then, I experienced them because at the time everyone – literally, everyone – was involved in discussing politics. Add to this the fact that I started my sixth form in a Moscow school with my Russian Literature and Language teacher being absolutely ecstatic about my writing potential. She was convinced I was a journo material (she wasn’t quite wrong, as you know). I fancied the idea – my very first notebooks were mostly filled with articles and sketches on Russian politics and politicians.

This fountain of juvenile political commenting dried up for a number of reasons. There were no blogs then, and I simply got frustrated because my “brilliant” sketches were destined to be buried in the bottom drawer – surely, there were enough staff at nationwide and regional newspapers who could drag on exactly the same topics I was dragging on (and I was only be 12-13 years old at the time). The frustration of not being able to publish work immediately was alleviated by discovering such authors, as Bulgakov, Chekhov and Kuprin. I realised that I wanted to write “serious stuff”, not those short-lived satires on domestic politics. Last but not least, I also realised there was more to life than politics. Possibly, this is what also defined the choice I made later at the University when I went to study Medieval and Early Modern History.

I remember this time and again today when I am occasionally asked to comment on Russia’s current affairs. Yet another reason why I stopped spending time writing political sketches was that it was not me who voiced them. I was essentially parroting whatever I thought I agreed with. I would usually agree with my family’s point of view, but as I was growing, I was obviously getting conscious that it was theirs, and not mine, point of view. And so today when it has been nearly five years since I left Russia (which did not happen for political reasons) I avoid commenting on Russian politics because I am not there. Being professionally qualified, I am well aware of the fact that each party – be that the Russian mass-media powered by the Kremlin, or the ill-fated independent Russian agencies, or the Western media – has its own agenda in the discussion, and I don’t want to share it by way of supporting one party or another. Having worked in the media, I am equally aware of the abundance of emotion in the modern press and broadcasting media; on occasion it seems that the proverbial witch-hunting is happening somewhere in the press room rather than in the “real” world.

The reason why I now write this post is the article by Stephen F. Cohen for International Herald Tribune, “Wrong on Russia. In a very succinct form, Cohen, who is Professor of Russian Studies at New York University, addresses the current state of affairs between the U.S. and Russia. Straight away he claims that America’s “greatest foreign policy concern” should be that of “Russia’s singular capacity to endanger or enhance our national security“:

Despite its diminished status following the Soviet breakup in 1991, Russia alone possesses weapons that can destroy the United States, a military-industrial complex nearly America’s equal in exporting arms, vast quantities of questionably secured nuclear materials sought by terrorists, and the planet’s largest oil and natural gas reserves.

In addition to this, Russia’s strategic position is between the West and the East, “at the crossroads of colliding civilizations, with strategic capabilities from Europe, Iran and other Middle East nations to North Korea, China, India, Afghanistan and even Latin America“. “All things considered“, Cohen concludes, “our national security may depend more on Russia than Russia’s does on us.

If a die-hard Russian chauvinist reads the beginning of this article, they will joyfully proclaim that America is so afraid of Russia that it does not feel ashamed to admit so. Thankfully, Prof. Cohen goes beyond the typical pro-American/anti-Russian approach to the problem and defines one of the true reasons for the growth of Russian nationalism since the fall of the Soviet Union – America’s own foreign policy. This very much conforms with the paper delivered by Robert Sakva on the problems of post-Soviet European integration. Sakva pointed out directly to the problem of the West having no idea of how to accommodate Russia, for which reason the West has repeatedly been failing – strategically, intellectually, and culturally. Strategically, the West (and the U.S., in particular) did indeed take the humiliating approach to Russia, which could not and would not result in anything less than a backlash of Russian national opinion against the “westernisation”.

Intellectually and culturally – and I can speak of these two – there is a huge stereotypisation of the country and its people which serves nothing but to set in stone some existing misconceptions. The problem starts with the language. A couple of years ago at Waterstone’s I saw a book on Ivan the Terrible written without recourse to the Russian-language sources. The translated works of Russian scholars listed in the bibliography were the classic books, but well outdated. Although I did not read the book I cannot see how it could present an unbiased view of the Russian state under Ivan the Terrible. The reason why I start from this “dawn” of Russian history is because the misconceptions about the country’s “historical inclination” to tyranny and authoritarianism take their root in the linguistic and academic barrier between the student and the subject of the study. Think of it in the same way as if you were trying to write the “unbiased” history of Iran without knowing the Persian language, thus articulating only one side of an argument. The extent of the knowledge of Russian culture and literature in the West once again boils down to the access to the original sources or the availability of translations. Overall, it somehow seems to be easier for a foreigner (a Russian for this matter) to bridge the gap and learn more about the West, than the other way around.

The result of those failures, however, is the possibility of yet another Cold War that both Cohen and Sakva admit. Cohen does not hesitate to say:

Such [humiliating – JS] U.S. behavior was bound to produce a Russian backlash. It came under Putin, but it would have been the reaction of any strong Kremlin leader. Those U.S. policies – widely viewed in Moscow as an “encirclement” designed to keep Russia weak and to control its resources – have helped revive an assertive Russian nationalism, destroy the once strong pro-American lobby, and inspire widespread charges that concessions to Washington are “appeasement,” even “capitulationism.” The Kremlin may have overreacted, but the cause and effect threatening a new cold war are clear.

And this is interesting, for Sakva, speaking about the problems of integration, says precisely the following:

In a strange way the notion of the Cold War has returned to haunt us once again. … the mere fact is that if you look at the newspapers, if you google the word “Cold War in modern debates”, in journalism, and so on, you’ll see it’s a huge guise in the way that we’re now once again, it seems, instead of transcending the conflicts of the past, we’re reinforcing and re-instituting them in new ways. That sets about an empirical question: are we entering into the new Cold War? And there is also a far more interesting one …: the understanding of why this notion of conflict – we can use “Cold War” or we can use other words – is so deeply embedded in contemporary international politics?

This is a valid and important question to answer. The answer, surprisingly, may assert the view that Realism is still the leading International Relations theory. As defined, realism “is a particular view of the world, defined by the following assumptions: the international realm is anarchic and consists of independent political units, called states; states are the primary actors and inherently possess some offensive military capability or power which makes them potentially dangerous to each other; states can never be sure about the intentions of other states; the basic motive driving states is survival or maintenance of sovereignty; states are instrumentally rational and think strategically how to survive“. There are many ways in which one can look at Russia, its culture, democracy and intentions these days, and not once have I heard the jokes about Russians who still believe in some “conspiracy theories”. But when articles, like the one by Prof. Cohen, appear, one cannot help wondering if a particular part of the world is indeed driving itself to survival and is attempting to maintain its sovereignty by instigating a conflict at any (assumed) instance of a potential danger.

I think I was able to distance myself sufficiently from all the parties involved, and there are things about Russia’s contemporary mentality, culture and sociopolitical discourse that I do not like. But as one of the problems the West (and the U.S., in particular) repeatedly encounters is the Russian take (or mis-take, in some observers’ opinion) on democracy, I cannot avoid making one important point. Having once written a long essay exactly on the definition of democracy in the work of Alexis de Tocqueville (who devoted four volumes to describing and analysing The Democracy in America), I can only agree with the Frenchman (who, as a matter of fact, was a monarchist) in his explanation for why in his time only two states, namely Switzerland and America, were able to build what could be described as “democracy”. Switzerland – because it conformed ideally with the Greek political philosophy’s view of a democratic state: it was small in size. America was able to build her democracy because it had very little historical, political and cultural baggage to deal with. The cultural (and ethical, to an extent) clash the West inevitably experiences in its advances on Russia and the East was out of question. The novelty of the land allowed for the novelty of a political regime where the latest developments in the European ethical and political thought could be applied without much resistance from the native population. To put it simply, back in the 18th c. America as a state that we now know had no solid political tradition. Unlike England, France and Russia, it was a tabula rasa, whereas the Old World countries had (and still have) to take into account centuries of political tradition and the sense of national pride tied to this.

Fortunately for today’s world, Russians are not the Native Indians. And, as I said, there are certain things about the current state of Russian thought that I observe through the LiveJournal blogs that, quite frankly, repel me. I still think Tocqueville’s work can be important and enlightening to us, provided we care to read it thoroughly, starting with the Preface. In the Preface he states clearly that he did not compose his treatise in order to provide France with a blueprint of a democratic state or society. He embarked on his work in order to show that democracy could be achieved, but that ultimately, it would have to be a French, and not American, democracy:

It appears to me beyond a doubt that, sooner or later, we shall arrive, like the Americans, at an almost complete equality of condition. But I do not conclude from this that we shall ever be necessarily led to draw the same political consequences which the Americans have derived from a similar social organization. I am far from supposing that they have chosen the only form of government which a democracy may adopt; but as the generating cause of laws and manners in the two countries is the same, it is of immense interest for us to know what it has produced in each of them“.

I dare say Russia has taken and learnt more from the West than either Russia or the West care to admit. If Russia is given space, while within the country itself people stop clinging on to a dream about the “glorious past”, either Tsarist or Communist (again, as Tocqueville wisely underlined elsewhere in his treatise, the old political regime is always better than the new one, and it is easy to see, why: because we already know what was good and bad about it, and so can make a choice to extol the better and to ignore or defy the worse traits of the old regime), then the worst thing that can happen is that we will end up with yet another, Russian, type of democracy. It may sound scary, but this is the only way to go for Russia and for the West, if indeed we want to avoid a new Cold War.

The UEFA Cup Final in Manchester: Zenith vs Rangers

Wednesday was my mother’s birthday, and it was a rather pleasant coincidence that Zenith, a Russian football team from St Petersburg, should be playing in the UEFA Cup Final on the day. In the morning I left home earlier than usual with the intent to visit a certain shop. I ended up walking the streets and taking photographs of the city getting ready for the descent of football bans, nearly forgetting about the shop (I did visit it eventually).

I know that the general feel was that of surprise and intimidation, and I must admit, having received more compliments in one day than in all 4.5 years in Britain, I felt that I should stay at home. But I did get to spend about 15 minutes in the human traffic jam in Piccadilly Gardens, to talk to a street vendor of Glasgow Rangers‘ flags, to take several pictures of the rather keen fans in Deansgate Locks and elsewhere around Manchester. I realise that they may not have been aware that I would put their photos up on the Internet, but by experience I am sure they would not mind anyway.

I did not witness the ransacks in the city, I got home by 7 pm, and never showed my nose back into the street till the morning. I heard the fans strolling the streets, the police sirens, and my network connection died at certain times, so I could not even make a phone call. And I know that I would be a winner either way, as these days I belong to both countries. But neither is my mother or many of my dear friends in Russia. So, it was just really pleasant to find out that Zenith has won. Congratulations to you, guys!!

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PS – As I was walking home yesterday evening, I asked a street cleaner since when he was collecting the garbage and how many bin bags he made. His answers were, respectively, “since 11 o’clock” and “lost count”. Today, on my way to work, I saw a banner over one of Manchester’s bars, reminding about the Manchester United vs Chelsea Champions League final in Moscow. Two football matches in the space of a week… I’m looking forward to hear the figures of the material and financial losses to the city. In the meantime, may I indicate that I’ll be wearing red on May 21st.

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