Wishing everybody a happy Victory Day to celebrate the Red Army defeat of Nazi Germany. As events have shown, in the past few decades, the ideology of Nazism was not fully defeated. The fascist ideal — the dream of dominating other people through violence, and thereby living at the expense of their labor and resources — has captured the minds of many people in Europe. These lost souls project their longings for authoritarianism onto the doomed state of Ukraine and its doomed, narcissistic leader, Zelensky. Fortunately, the rest of the world — Asia, Latin America, Africa — has not fallen prey to this blue-yellow sickness, as people continue to toil away in a productive manner and don’t necessarily buy into the Ukrainian B.S.
In 1944 the Red Army set about to liberate Kishinev from the Nazi grouping in Bessarabia and eastern Romania. Germany’s Romanian allies were, if anything, even more vicious than the Germans themselves. The Germans killed ordinary people because they believed it was necessary. Ethnic allies like the Romanians and Balts killed ordinary people because they enjoyed it; because they were filled with hatred. They were not satisfied to simply murder ordinary, helpless people, they also liked to torture and rape them.
There was an entire branch of my family tree which hailed from Bessarabia. They had dwelled there for centuries, in the Kishinev and Tiraspol area, with some branches migrating north to Poland. They were not landowners nor aristocrats. They were tailors, milkmen, cobblers, farmers. As the decades went by, their children worked hard and improved themselves with each generation; became veterinarians and then doctors; and lawyers. One of my immediate ancestors studied law and moved to Moscow, where he quickly joined the Revolutionary underground, and participated in the October Revolution. Two decades later, in 1938 he was purged and shot, on Stalin’s orders. In a way it was a blessing for him, because he didn’t live to see what happened to the rest of his family, when German-Romanian troops invaded Bessarabia in 1941.
His son, a young man of military age, miraculously survived. Growing up incognito in an adopted family, he managed to escape to Lvov and thence into the Soviet Union. He was a member of a Communist underground group so his comrades helped him escape into Russia. However, being the son of an “enemy of the people”, even these connections would not have saved him from Stalin’s retribution. In order to survive, he cunningly changed his name and concealed his identity, so as to fool the NKVD. He enlisted in the army and fought against the Nazis. Thus, I can claim this ancestor as my own Immortal Regiment. He actually survived the war, he survived Stalin, and he died a natural death in his old age.