Excerpt from "Travels in the Motherland"
... by Jack Tennson
It was a cold day when I disembarked from the train in Novgorod to visit the home of reclusive Russian author and college professor Yeltsin Fyodorov. Fyodorov, thirty-nine, is young by comparison to many of his colleagues at the University of Novgorod. This has not stopped him from grooming an illustrious beard in the style of Orthodox priests and retiring to a small, three-room apartment at a location I was advised to consider undisclosed, somewhere in the poor part of his native city. He greets me at the door conspiratorially, clothed in the black winter coat which is the uniform of Russia's working class, his eyes darting back and forth. I comment that we are alone and he shushes me, saying "Russia's enemies are always watching!" before letting me into his apartment. It is sparse, though fashionable; it appears as if it is a display room. Spotless leather chairs on hard wood and clean, white carpet. The only decor are two posters proclaiming the "Pax Russica" which Fyodorov and other Russian "reactionary Slavophile revolutionary" intellectuals exhort.
Fyodorov and his posters, taken at the time of my interview with him.
"What does it mean to be a 'reactionary Slavophile revolutionary'?"
Fyodorov eyes me with some distaste. He is well-versed in the decadent ways of foreigners, and their ignorance of the Motherland. "Russia is not the land of cunning and athletic supermen marching in lockstep to tyranny and warmongering that you 'westerners' portray it as. We have had to fight many wars, both figuratively and literally, to reclaim the heritage of our nation. We are only just beginning on that path. We are only just beginning to take back for Russia what the west has stolen from it; we are only just rediscovering what it means to be Slavic, to be Russian."
I remain quiet, allowing him to elaborate. "We are not monarchists. We are not communists either -- no one wants to revive the Soviet Union. It was a failed experiment, a failed view of Russian identity. We want the republic of early reformers, yes, but with a strong hold on the people. We understand in Russia what other nations do not, that freedom of expression is a means to an end, not an end within itself. The Russian people are ready to take hold of their destiny, but they need strong guidance in order to seize it. You are American, yes?"
I nod.
"Our country now," he pauses "it is like your nation after your civil war -- we are just finding ourselves again. We have vanquished a great enemy, and now we must steel ourselves, with greater resolve, because hard won victories are too easily lost with complacency. We are accepting that the west has always been Russia's enemy, that the west has always been envious of Russia. You westerners see that we have something you do not, and so you want to destroy us."
I seem to look surprised, so he moderates his tone.
"Oh, yes, destroy is a strong word. You are all so uncomfortable with the concept of hating another culture. You just want to keep us bottled in, somewhere where our way of life cannot be threatening to you and your freedom-at-all-costs."
"You don't think this new line of thought will alienate other nations?" I ask, stating what Fyodorov has of course considered before.
He nods and takes a sip of a cup of coffee next to him. "Oh, we are plenty willing to work with other countries. We just understand that secretly, you all hate us." he smiles, "Of course, everyone secretly hates people different than themselves. We are willing to work with you all, even the United States, we will just not be fooled into believing you have our best interests at heart. There is something about us you will, I think, never trust."
Suddenly he stands up, twisting his head around looking for something, reminding me forcibly of a meercat. "Well, that is all. Best be going now." he shoos me out of the door.
I manage to ask him, before he unceremoniously slams the door of his apartment and leaves me standing in the cold of dark in Novgorod, "How would you have Russia proceed?"
"Boldly," he says. "Boldly and without remorse."
This was a week before the "Crimson Uprising" of the Russian Unity Society. Yeltsin Fyodorov has been employed by Anton Sverstikov's government as "Minister of Public Information". He has not granted me an interview since.