The things of nature are born and fade away in the rhythm of the seasons. ~ Kenneth Yasuda, from Seeds from a Birch Tree by Clark Strand, p. 33, The Way of Haiku
In the same way as I now feel a subtle shift in the air and light, and walk over a rain of tiny acorns from tall willow oaks, the Americans are witnessing the fall of a dictator and his racist regime. The Trump Administration is applying ever more dehumanization on the public as he feels his own fall from power.
American voters are turning away from the violent and shameful acts of President Trump and the whole of the administration, the Republican led Congress (in lock step with Trump) and the Supreme Court (“courting” Trump’s Executive Privilege). They will all live in infamy in our history.
We have our own Gulag Archipelago across the U.S.A. in detention centers, in hand gloves that deliver extended taser shocks; force feeding detainees on hunger strike in protest of violations of their rights; and in separation of families and children from parents to name only a few violations of human rights. The countries accepting these human beings that America tosses out like trash are participants in our American gulag.
I recall my horror in reading Boris Pasternak’s novel, Dr. Zhivago when I was 16. Sharp in my mind is that Thanksgiving at my grandparents in Tennessee. Even my Grandmother and Grandfather had read it. At the time, my father was a newly retired Air Force pilot. He had been part of the Strategic Air Command which closely monitored Russia in the early 60s. We had returned to Dad’s hometown in the Smoky Mountains where his parents lived in a small hamlet, Watauga. So, at Thanksgiving in 1961, Dad recorded our conversation at the big dinner table with roasted turkey, stuffing and gravy, green beans and pumpkin pie in tow. He had just purchased a Wollensak tape recorder thank goodness, so the sound today is clear as a bell. The discussion included everyone present including my kid sisters whose comments had nothing to do with Russian gulags but which make the tape a family classic. My grandfather’s bass voice resonated as he and my grandmother recalled WWI and WWII and their views on the present day threat of Russian encroachment around the world.
Russia in the 1930 – 50’s penal system – the Gulag Archipelago – was known for torture and as a black hole from which people never returned. Dissidents in particular were sent there which is devastatingly detailed in Dr. Zhivago.
America’s version of the Gulag disappears immigrants and U.S. citizens alike into countries (the archipelago) where their lives are at risk, or where they do not speak the language and have no relatives or friends. These gulags are privately owned and operated by friends of Trump who receive millions of dollars in no-bid contracts.
Our policy is Out of Sight, Out of Mind. Except, in America citizens are making sure they are in sight and on our minds. The laws of America are broken; human rights violations are perpetrated; and the ICE gulag wolves are unconstrained to reap violence and even death in the name of this President and the MAGA Republicans.
In t961, as a young teen, I recall how Pasternak developed an enduring love story set in the 1930 to 50’s Russia while sustaining a sense of dread and loss of freedom. In my wildest dreams I could not have imagined an American political party and President and his cohort of henchmen in the white house, would perpetrate crimes on our own people. Like Hitler, immigrants to this administration are rats and lowlife.
Now, the fall of American integrity, the whole of what we have created together is twirling down to the ground as leaves from a tree in autumn. Our government has become the enemy of the People. .. of Liberty herself.
In just seven decades from my reading of this historic novel, an authoritarian government is in control of the House, the Senate, the President and the Supreme Court. The wolves are devouring the chickens but the roosters have sharp talons. We are in that violent battle now and we do not know how long we must endure the travesties perpetrated on us.
My fervent hope is that a groundswell of voters will coalesce to at least take over the House of Representatives. Already the MAGA forces led by the Orange Menace are brewing up a so-called emergency in our voting system, portraying the opposing parties as Communists and the worst people on Earth. Well, I am one of them, and I assert my will along with millions of Americans that they cannot outlast millions of voters who have known freedom and the rule of law long enough that they will never succumb to such terror.
On Wikipedia, if you search, “The Gulag Archipelago” – a 7 volume summary of an inmate’s journey as an imprisoned dissident in the Russian system of labor camps – there is this quote from the author, Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn, that sends chills up my spine for how closely it echoes what is happening to immigrants and citizens in America’s detention camps:
Ideology – that is what gives evildoing its long-sought justification and gives the evildoer the necessary steadfastness and determination. That is the social theory which helps to make his acts seem good instead of bad in his own and others’ eyes….
Boris Pastenak built his novel on The Gulag Archipeligo by tracing Dr. Yuri Zhivago’s life and his love, Lara, during these times. As a young teenager I recall feeling the doom overshadowing this couple’s deep love for each other and the example of their common resistance to the inhumanity of governance under Lenin, another despot who rose on the waves of an ideology that reduced humans to mere fodder.
Pasternak won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1958. His novel and poetry was lauded. I recall that in the back of the edition my family purchased, then were many poems by Yuri Zhivago (aka Boris Pasternak), a physician and Russian poet. I memorized many of them and recited them over the years.
Read a Review of Dr. Zhivago from The New Republic.
Doctor Zhivago opens in the first years of the century, spans the revolution, civil war and terror of the thirties, and ends with an epilogue in the mid-1940s. On a level far deeper than politics and with a strength and purity that must remove all doubts, it persuades us that the yearning for freedom remains indestructible.







