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Organisations: Birkbeck College
Locations: New Delhi, Moscow, London


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destroyed with a whisper

There was no such thing as a private life in Stalin's Russia, discovers Jack Carrigan

The Whisperers by Orlando Figes, Allen Lane £25 The subtitle of this relentlessly unhappy story Private Life in Stalin's Russia is a somewhat ironic oxymoron; for as Orlando Figes, Professor of History at London's Birkbeck College, demonstrates so eloquently in his book, the whole point of Stalin's autocratic rule was that there was essentially no private life for the ordinary citizens of the Soviet Union. Indeed, the "steel" that was his sobriquet "entered all of us", as one citizen admitted.

Much of the evidence Figes has gathered comes from oral history: the reminiscences of the children and grandchildren of the revolution. This is supplemented by letters, generally sent from the gulag and often heartbreaking, as well as diaries and memoirs written during the de-Stalinisation that took place after Stalin's death.

Figes's title suggests the state of psychological fear experienced by Russian citizens during those decades. There are two words for "whisperer" in Russian: one who whispers out of fear and one who informs or spies. During Stalin's regime, "the whole of Soviet society was made up of whisperers of one kind or another".

As has often been pointed out, the difference between fascist societies and Communist ones has not so much to do with the brutality that underpins their ideologies but with the pervasiveness of their effect. In Nazi Germany many people led normal lives, going to work and keeping their heads below the parapet; in Soviet Russia there was no parapet to duck under. For instance, the apartment blocks built during the period were deliberately designed to undermine family privacy and individuality. As Nadezhda Mandelstam related in her memoirs, living space was so important that crimes would be committed for its sake.

Figes's book does not simply detail the lives of city-dwellers or the old bourgeoisie who learned to practise "internal emigration" a phrase describing their double lives; it also describes the shocking results of Stalin's policy of collectivisation on the lives of the peasants, most especially the more prosperous ones, the kulaks.

This policy deliberately destroyed "a way of life based on family, farm, peasant commune, independent village and its church". To give some idea of the scale of the operation, during the first two months of 1930, half the Soviet peasantry 60 million people in over 100,000 villages were herded into collective farms. The misery and waste of this policy is impossible to record. It led to widespread famine: more than five million people died of starvation and disease between 1930 and 1933.

The children of kulaks were marked for life unless they expunged their past. Antonina Golovina made a new identity for herself, keeping her origins secret from her husband and children for over 50 years. "The fear of being found out lasted all my life. It never went away." Only in extreme old age was she able to admit to being "a kulak daughter" aloud on her own: "I was proud that at last I had spoken. I went down to the river bank and washed myself in the river. Then I said a prayer for my parents."

This touching reference reflects a deeper poignancy: the betrayal of family members that was commonplace under Stalinism. During the peak years of the Great Terror almost anyone could be arrested at any time. Between 1937 and 1938, figures rose to 1.3 million people. Figes calculates that, at the very least, 681,629 were shot. This led to a paralysing passivity, the terror "of the knock upon the door in the night". Children were taught that loyalty to the state was more important than loyalty to the family and were encouraged to denounce their parents; neighbours settled old scores then grabbed the vacant room space; colleagues climbed on the backs of those they had sent to the gulags.

Even those who had embraced Communism with enthusiasm were forced into a rigid bifurcation of belief: though they knew they were innocent of the charges against them. believing in "the justice of Stalin... made it easier for us to accept our punishments", one gulag survivor admitted.

Torn by love of the Party yet witnessing its voracious need for victims, people rationalised the collapse of their hopes for a new dawn by saying that the end justified the means; "you can't make an omelette without breaking eggs" was a much-quoted expression. In practice people were pressed into small interior accommodations with the regime on a daily basis. Alexander Solzhenitsyn stated that "the most widespread form of betrayal was ... just not to notice the doomed person next to one."

In such a pervasive atmosphere of moral corruption, isolated acts of goodness have their own grandeur and nobility. Many a grandmother heroically raised grandchildren when their parents disappeared into the Terror, giving love, transmitting traditional values and struggling to keep together the scattered remnants of their families. In the Gaister extended family, 12 children were effectively orphaned when their parents were arrested; they were lovingly cared for by their babushka in one room of 200 square feet. Figes has compiled so many stories of sorrow and injustice that the book is hard reading; it is a compelling document. bearing witness to the tribulations of a whole nation that took place within living memory. It is ironic that many older Russians now feel nostalgic for the old days when their lives were run by Big Brother. This was (triumphantly) confirmed for me by my one Stalinist friend, an Indian who runs a tiny cadre of Party activists within the febrile capitalist world of New Delhi, and who turned up on our doorstep this week after a trip to Moscow. I asked him why Stalin was his hero.

"He defeated Hitler," he replied instantly.

"What about life for his own people?"

"He turned a feudal society into a modern. 20th century one."

And the body count? "It is greatly exaggerated. It was necessary for him to get rid of, say, half a million people who stood in the way of progress."

You cannot make an omelette...

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