Voices from Russia

Monday, 23 June 2014

Something to Think About… The Last Letter of the Rosenbergs to Their Sons…

01 Commuist believers in Mukachevo

A “Red Believer”… that’s what I am… if you have a problem with that, I do daresay that YOU have a problem…



A hostile interlocutor called me a “commie”. Here in Albany NY, I registered as a Democrat, but that’s because that’s what one does in this town. I’m rather to the LEFT of that. In fact, I’m closest in spirit to the People’s Republics in Novorossiya… Orthodox with an obvious leftist social justice definition. I can’t associate with or give any support to any position of the Republican Party due to its obvious defence and subservience to evil (nor can any other decent person). The Rosenbergs fought that… so do I. If that makes me a commie, then, so be it… I’ll wear such a title with honour… it means that I’m not a nihilistic greedster warmonger like George W Bush or Rick Perry (the latter is a particularly cruel, vicious, and corrupt man… his “religion” is a mockery and imposture).

You can stand for Almighty God or for the Almighty Dollar… choose well. I think that the letter below STILL rings with truth, after 61 years…



June 19, 1953

Dearest Sweethearts, my most precious children,

Only this morning it looked like we might be together again after all. Now that his cannot be, I want so much for you to know all that I have come to know. Unfortunately, I may write only a few simple words; the rest your own lives must teach you, even as mine taught me. At first, of course, you’ll grieve bitterly for us, but you won’t grieve alone. That’s our consolation and it must eventually be yours. Eventually, too, you must come to believe that life is worth the living. Be comforted that even now, with the end of ours slowly approaching, that we know this with a conviction that defeats the executioner! Your lives must teach you, too, that good can’t really flourish in the midst of evil; that freedom, and all the things that go to make up a truly satisfying and worthwhile life, must sometimes be purchased very dearly. Be comforted then that we were serene and understood with the deepest kind of understanding, that civilisation hadn’t as yet progressed to the point where life didn’t have to be lost for the sake of life; and that we were comforted in the sure knowledge that others would carry on after us.We wish we might have had the tremendous joy and gratification of living our lives out with you. Your Daddy who is with me in these last momentous hours, sends his heart and all the love that’s in it for his dearest boys. Always remember that we were innocent and could not wrong our conscience.

We press you close and kiss you with all our strength.



JULIE             ETHEL



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