Voices from Russia

Saturday, 5 March 2016

5 March 2016. A Blast From the Past… Black Russians… NOT an Oxymoron!

01d Black Russians Lyukman Rasakovich Adams

Lyukman Rasakovich Adams (1988- ), European Champion triple jumper, Russian Army officer, Master of Sport International Class

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One of the Cabinet asked me about “black Russians”… I’ve posted on them in the past. Read this on black Russians and this on the famous poet James Lloydovich Patterson. Remember this… Russia has a “one drop” rule… one drop of Russian blood makes you Russian… if you shed one drop of your blood for Russia, you’re Russian… if you join your life to ours, you’re Russian… full stop.

For instance, there were 16 American agronomists who revolutionised the cotton industry in Central Asia in the 1930s… why didn’t they work in America? It’s because they had black skin… the USSR welcomed them as competent experts and equal men, unlike the USA of its day. Negro intellectuals became Communists for the very same reason… the Soviets treated them like normal human beings. Paul Robeson found this out, too… which led to his persecution by the McCarthyite scum (do note that William F Buckley was a DEFENDER of that scumbag and his evil doings).

If you support Donald Trump, you support the kind of racism that led black people to embrace the Soviet Ideal. If you support Chilly Hilly, you support the same thing (with the difference that she showers favours on the black pols who pander to her and deliver black votes). If you want to embrace the vision of an America that’s fair to all people of all races, all creeds, and all national origins, you’ll “feel the Bern”… he’s the closest to the Soviet Ideal, in a good way.

Socialism is good… don’t listen to the naysayers… they’re either paid by the greedsters or are greedsters themselves… that is, they “have dogs in this fight”. Have a care… the times are evil…

BMD

Monday, 10 February 2014

A Multimedia Presentation. Being Black in Moscow… And More… It’s Black History Month

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It’s Black History Month… here’s a gallery of REAL Black Russians… don’t forget, Pushkin had African blood in his veins (racist American Southerners would’ve considered him “black” for that reason, according to their “one drop” rule)! All Russians know that (and we DON’T hold such against him, no siree… the Church and the Party both FIGHT racism and bigotry, unlike American Radical Sectarianism and the Republican Party). Pushkin was the greatest poet in the Russian language and the Father of Literary Russian… that’s all that one can say…

Black Russians enriched and enrich our people… they’re blood of our blood, bone of our bone, soul of our soul… as it was, as it is, may it always be so…

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01 Vasili Ivanovich Krima

Vasili Ivanovich Krima (1972- ), a native of Guinea-Bissau, settled in Russia after earning a degree from Volgograd State Pedagogical University. He and his wife, Anait, who is of Armenian descent, have a son. He ran for local office in Volgograd Oblast

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01b Black Russians Yelena Khanga

Yelena Abdulyaevna Khanga (1962- ), television presenter and journalist

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01c Black Russians Jean Gregoire Sagbo

Jean Gregoire Sagbo (1962- ) (left), Bénin-born Russian local official in Novozavidovsk (Tver Oblast)

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One of the most classic films of Soviet cinema,  Цирк (Tsirk: Circus) was about an American circus performer who went to the USSR because Americans treated her badly because she had bore a mixed-race child out-of-wedlock. The above scene is the most famous. Clearly, this is one of the masterpieces of world cinema; it remains popular and well-known in Russia to this day. If you’d like to see the whole movie, click here

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00 Ermengeld Konovalov. 10.02.14

Ermengeld Nikolaevich Konovalov (1937-94), Soviet cinema and theatre actor, mime, playwright, and director 

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01d Black Russians Lyukman Rasakovich Adams

Lyukman Rasakovich Adams (1988- ), European Champion triple jumper, Russian Army officer, Master of Sport International Class

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President Vladimir Putin gives a short (but real) speech outlining our Russian Spirit (with English subtitles)… it’s why Black Russians are OF our people… not with our people. All races, all religions, that’s Russia for us! It’s why Russia will prevail over the greedster Americans…

Multiculturalism is a GOOD thing… mistrust all who hate it…

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01e Black Russians Viktoria Pierre-Marie

Viktoriya Pierre-Marie (1979- ), jazz singer and professor of the fine arts

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00 Grigori Siyatvinda. 10.02.14

Grigori Devidovich Siyatvinda (1970- ), cinema and theatre actor, Honoured Artist of Russia, winner of the State Prize of the Russian Federation

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Here’s the full version of How Wide is My Motherland (Широка страна моя родная: Shiroka strana moya rodina) (with English subtitles)… Russia’s for ALL of us… or it’s for none of us. No one is forgotten… Nothing is forgotten…

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01f Black Russians Nkeirouka Ezekh

Nkeiruka (Kira) Khilarievna Ezekh (1983- ), International Master of Sport in curling and Software Engineer 

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01g Black Russians Emilia Turey

Emilia Khalsberievna Turey (1984- ), silver medallist at the 2008 Beijing Olympics in handball, Honoured Master of Sport…

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00e James Patterson. Moscow. 13.06

James Lloydovich Patterson (1933- ) signing autographs at a Moscow literary party in 1975 (he was the child actor in the clip from Tsirk above)

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01 Gamover Zaitsev

Anton “Gamover” Zaitsev (1969- ) (left) with his sidekick Boris “Bonus” Repetur (1958- ). They’re two of the most popular game-show hosts on Russian TV

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Original Author’s Foreword:

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m as white as a fine line of Siberian cocaine. However, I do have a swole black friend who’s living the “Moscow dream” too. I decided to ask him to do a guest post on what it’s like for him in Moscow. So, big thanks to R and enjoy the post.

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Well, obviously, I can’t speak for everyone who’s dark-skinned (and by “dark-skinned” I don’t mean people from the Caucasus, commonly called “dark”, I mean people of African descent) in Russia. Anyway, here’s some feedback from my point of view on what it’s been like so far. Overall, Russia’s been good to me, Moscow more specifically. I’ve been here for over two years and had my share of odd situations. I guess, to be black in Russia is no more different from being a midget, in the sense that you stand out somewhat. When I walk down the street or am out and about, I get looks, but not all bad. In fact, most of them are not. For example, when I ride the metro, I can generally tell what type of looks I’m getting from people. You can easily stare down or ignore the occasional person who projects hatred, you can answer the standard questions asked by elderly folks or youth with courtesy and sometimes humour, and the pretty girl smiling at you gets one right back if she isn’t with a big Russian guy.

I’ve had people who openly refused to rent me a flat because I was black, but I’ve also had jobs offered to me specifically for the same reason, so… it balances out. My experience with the ladies has been the same… 50-50. I understand it’s really all about likes and dislikes, opinions, and the stereotypes that help form, shape, or influence them. I’ve met girls that associated their favourite music television hip-hop R&B songs or artists and the American black guy they just met. Sometimes, it’s funny because they think that I’ll talk, walk, or act a certain way based on the music videos they’ve seen. They sometimes refer to blacks as “exotic”. I’ve gotten the notorious “face control” at clubs and restaurants, but on the other hand, I’ve been pulled onstage, given recognition from Russian Disc Jockeys and given VIP passes, all for the same reason. Speaking the language helps, as most people who approach me, be it at the gym or in the street, are generally just curious and tend to ask similar questions, such as:

  • “How long have you lived in Russia?”
  • “Are you an African student going to University here?” (I’m American, but almost no one ever guesses that unless I’m talking English)
  • “Do you like Russian women?”
  • “Do you have a Russian girlfriend?”

After learning that I’m American, I get the other standard questions. You know them, “Do all Americans like McDonald’s?” and others along those lines. I can get into more details about a range of things, but I just wanted to give a little feedback about what it’s been like for me. Personally, I love it.

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England-Moscow.com

http://www.england-moscow.com/2009/10/being-black-in-moscow.html

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Saturday, 12 October 2013

12 October 2013. A Picture IS Worth a Thousand Words… THIS is Russia

00 Russian sailors on the cruiser Avrora. after oath. 12.10.13

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This ain’t Photoshop, it’s the Real World. Are there racists in Russia? Sure… but mostly directed at Central Asians, not others (not defending it… describing it). Russia’s culture is deeply Orthodox, therefore, it isn’t as racist as American society is (contaminated as it is with Born Again “personal saviour” nonsense). In 1867, the Russians warned the Alaska Native people that the WASP Americans were racist pigs and to watch themselves around them… and the Natives haven’t forgotten it, for it was true (sadly enough). Indeed, the Americans tried to “convert” the “heathen” Orthodox natives to Protestantism! I ain’t joking or jesting… that shows you something about WASP arrogance, no? Orthodoxy teaches the equality of all peoples (whereas American Protestantism was used as an apologia for slavery and anti-Native genocide… that’s why so many contemporary “Evangelicals” are Republicans)… Russians are a thoroughly-mixed Eurasian lot (it’s one of the reasons why we’re such a vigorous and intelligent set of people, dontcha know). On top of that, the communists were sincere anti-racists, which means that Russians got the right message from many sources.

It’s simple… if you’re of our culture, you’re one of us (po-nashemu, in the best sense). That’s that…

BMD

Wednesday, 11 January 2012

11 January 2012. A Photo Essay. “My Name is Ali Isakov, and I’m Kazakh…”

Ali Isakov’s of mixed Kazakh and African heritage. Ali was born to a single mother in Tashkent in 1991. He grew up with his mother until he was 10. His mother was a sales assistant, and they could hardly make both ends meet in the disastrous period after the breakup of the USSR. When he turned 10, she decided to go back to Kazakhstan, her homeland. They headed to a village near Karaganda, in hope that their relatives who lived there would help them. However, when they saw the colour of his skin, they turned Ali and his mother down.

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All that he knows about his father is that he was from Africa. When Ali’s mother learnt that her relatives weren’t going to help them, she had to send her son to the children’s home. Ali says that he got used to the fact that was alone, and he doesn’t want to revive a connection with his mother, who sometimes sends letters to him. However, Ali still cares about his mother and keeps all the letters from her in a folder with his ID documents. It was very difficult for him to be different. It was difficult in the orphanage, and was even more difficult because he was the only one with black skin there. Ali kept asking himself questions, like, “Why am I different?”, “Why don’t I have a loving family?”, and “Why do I always have to prove to other people that I’m Kazakh?”

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When Ali was a child, he’d always lose control when he heard, “Hey, nigger!” from his classmates and put up a fight. Besides that, he couldn’t read until he was 12, and that made the situation even worse. Only now, when he’s a bit more mature, he’s learnt how to turn every comment on his skin colour into a jest. In high school, he began participating in KVN, a humour show and competition, which made him realise that his looks were a big advantage rather than a disadvantage. Ali was so good playing for Bolashak College that the principal asked him to enter the college to stay on the team. Ali agreed, and he enrolled in the faculty of foreign languages to become an interpreter. He understood that if he were to become a successful showman, he’d have to be witty and well-educated. Now, he studies hard, hitting the books, trying to perfect himself.

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If he wanted to, Ali could find work as an interpreter or an official. However, he can’t imagine himself anywhere but on stage, and he thinks it the only right choice for him. He only feels really alive when he’s on stage. In those moments of triumph, he understands that he must work harder, because he deserves the best! His unusual look is what makes him special. People are surprised seeing a black guy speaking the Kazakh language perfectly. Apart from success and fame, Ali dreams of having his own family. He wants a good marriage, to have children. He wants to have people to love and cherish. He’ll do anything to avoid making the same mistakes that his parents did. He wants his children to know who their father is and to be proud of him.

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