Showing posts with label traumas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label traumas. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 September 2015

The tragic life of Stalin's daughter


Recently I bought a book about Stalin's daughter. It is a book about her tragic life. Imagine a life which took 84 years to live was read by me over a few days – all 623 pages of it. The author, Rosemary Sullivan, a professor emeritus, poet and literary critic, did a sterling job documenting her life from her birth in 1926 to her death in 2011. Some may consider it a long life but it was hardly a life lived for herself. In fact, after Stalin died in March 1953, his daughter lived a life of a fugitive running away from one place to another to find peace. But wherever she went, Svetlana Alliluyeva (refusing to adopt her father's name Stalin to keep the ghosts at bay) could not escape from the hold her father had on her even after his death. In an interview, she said: "You are Stalin's daughter. Actually you are already dead. Your life is already finished. You can't live your own life. You can't live any life. You exist only in reference to a name."

Stalin was a dictator and an extremely paranoid and cruel one. He ruled by fear and drove everyone who was ever close to him to their death. His mother once asked him  - "Who exactly are you?” - and he proudly replied that he was like the Russian Tsar. "What a pity," she replied, "you never became a priest." Well, priest or no priest, Stalin became a force to be reckoned with; one that is even more revered, gripping, and mysterious than a religious cult. 

In one incident, as recalled by his adopted son, Artyom Sergeev, Stalin scolded his son Vasili (of his second marriage) for exploiting the Stalin name. Vasili retorted, "But I am Stalin too." Stalin replied, "No, you're not. You're not Stalin and I'm not Stalin. Stalin is Soviet power. Stalin is what he is in the newspapers and  the portraits, not you, no not even me!" In his obsession to rule, Stalin had turned himself into a concept, a political idea that was both absolute and infallible. This is reminiscent of the ironclad rule of Mao's China when he deferred to communism as an infallible concept and exploited it with bloodshed and impunity. 


After reading a few chapters in the book about Svetlana’s childhood, I note that Stalin's relationship with her can be rather endearing. He was playful with her, calling her names like "little butterfly", "little fly" or "little sparrow". He even invented an imaginary friend for her named Lyolka. They often exchanged love notes with each other.

But in reality, it was a complex relationship, layered by Stalin’s need for control and absolute certainty to rule. Except for Svetlana, he saw almost everyone as a potential threat to him and he kept his distance from all. As such, Stalin became a “prisoner of his own isolation, an isolation he had constructed.” For Svetlana, her father was to be pitied and to be feared.

Many years later, Svetlana wrote this about her father, “My greatest burden lay in the need of everyone to tell me “what a great man” my father was: some accompanied the words with tears, others with hugs and kisses, a few were satisfied with only stating the fact. I could not avoid the subject or the confrontations on beaches, in dining rooms, on the streets…They were obsessed with his name, his image, and, being obsessed, they could not leave me alone. It was torture for me. I could not tell them how complex were my thoughts about my father and my relationship with him. Nor could I tell them what they wanted to hear – so they departed from me in anger. I was continually on edge and nervous.”

Although Stalin’s first wife died one year after he married her, his second wife, (Svetlana's mother) killed herself when Svetlana was only six and a half in November 1932. The night before her suicide, Stalin was holding a party and she caught him flirting with a film actress, who was the wife of the Red Army commander. She then refused to raise her glass to toast to the state and stormed back into her room. "What a fool,” Stalin fumed. A few hours later, she pressed a small Mauser pistol to her heart and pulled the trigger. Svetlana recalled that her mother scrambled to the door, seemingly showing deep remorse for what she had done. But it was too late.

Speculations were rife about why she killed herself until letters she had written to her sister-in-law surfaced after Stalin's death in 1953. In one of the letters, she wrote that she "could not live with Stalin anymore. You take him for someone else. But he is a two-faced Janus. He will step over everybody in the world, including you."

Initially Stalin was shocked by her death. He was in a state of "sporadic fits of rage." However, as mercurial as he was, Svetlana recounted that "Stalin approached the casket and, suddenly incensed, shoved it, saying, "She went away as an enemy."" In the book, the author wrote that "Svetlana believed her father never visited her mother's grave." "Not even once," she said. "He couldn't. He thought my mother had left him as his personal enemy."

With her mother gone, Svetlana admitted in the book that her father "became final, unquestioned authority for me in everything." But this was to be short-lived as a series of tragic events would doom their relationship permanently. These events would lead her to confessed these words of utter disappointment: "I had no feeling left for my father, and after every meeting I was in a hurry to get away."


The first casualty of Stalin's reign of terror in Svetlana's family circle was the persecution of her maternal uncles and aunts, that is, her mother's siblings. They were arrested at the slightest of suspicion and imprisoned for years.

Her uncle Pavel once told his wife Zhenya that "if they come after me, I will shoot myself." Soon after, Pavel died of a heart attack due to the terror Stalin had instilled in him. Zhenya rushed to the hospital and practically ripped off her husband's clothes to check for bullet wound. Zhenya was later accused of spying and poisoning her husband and was kept in solitary confinement for six months. In prison, she tried to commit suicide by swallowing glass.

Another of Svetlana's relative, Stanislav Redens, was arrested and executed on 12 February 1940. An execution order approved by Stalin.  Eight years later, in 1948, his wife, Anna, was arrested for slander and imprisoned for 6 years. Prison changed Anna forever and 10 years after she was released, Svetlana recounted bitterly how her aunt died: "After six years in prison she was afraid of locked doors. She had ended up in hospital, very disturbed, talking all the time. She would walk the corridors at night talking to herself. One night a stupid nurse decided that she should not walk in the corridor, so she locked her into her room, even though it was known that she couldn't stand locked doors. In the morning, they found her dead."

Even Stalin's first wife's brother and his wife were imprisoned and executed by Stalin in 1941 and 1942. This would be relevant to Svetlana because her third marriage was to Ivan, their tormented son – suffering the same fate of his parents under Stalin. More will be revealed about her tragic marriages later. For now, let’s continue with Stalin’s oppressive rule.

On one occasion, in 1940, Svetlana noticed her classmate, Galya, and best friend was crying and Galya told her that Stalin had arrested her father. She begged for Svetlana to plead with Stalin on her behalf. Svetlana agreed to intervene. Initially Stalin dismissed her plea but Svetlana cried, "But I love Galya." A few days later, Galya's father was released. On another occasion, Svetlana had to plead for her beloved nanny's life and Stalin again relented. It was then that Svetlana understood how her father's word was all that stood in the way of whether one lives or dies.

But it was the death of her half brother that was one of the most heartbreaking events in her life. His name was Yakov and here's a little background.

Stalin married his first wife, Kato, in 1906, and she died one year later. The couple had a son, Yakov, born in 1907. Stalin married Svetlana's mother in 1918 when she was only 16 and he was 39. Vasili was then born in 1921 and Svetlana was born in 1926. Among the three children of Stalin from the two marriages, namely, Yakov, Vasili and Svetlana, Yakov was repeatedly bullied by Stalin. He called Yakov "soft" and "worthless".

Stalin also disapproved of his first marriage.  When Yakov remarried after the divorce and the death of his first child, Stalin had his second wife arrested for a year and a half. When she was released, even her own daughter could not recognize her. She never forgave Stalin for what he did.

In despair, Yakov tried to kill himself but the bullet grazed his chest. He lived on, desperately seeking his father's approval. Later, when Stalin went to war with Hitler, Yakov joined the light artillery regiment as a commander but was arrested as a POW. In 1943, the Germans proposed a prisoner swap, that is, Stalin's son, Yakov, for Field Marshal Friedrich Paulus. But Stalin refused the exchange, dismissing it saying, "All of them are my sons." Whether he meant that or he was just using it as a convenient excuse to get rid of Yakov was unclear. But what is clear was that Stalin had issued an Order called Order 270 which condemned “all who surrendered or were captured as traitors to the Motherland." Based on this Order, and if the prisoner exchange were carried out, Yakov would return to the Soviet Union not as a war hero but a war traitor. For that, he faced imprisonment or execution. Either way, his fate was sealed by his father.

Yakov then languished in prison as a POW and he died under mysterious circumstances. Some reports claimed that he was shot. Others claimed that he had committed suicide…..


** To be cont’d – PART II – tomorrow night **

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

My problem is enough, thank you.


This straits times report tore me up. With much agony, this was how a mother "sacrificed" for her son: "The boy put up a struggle, wriggling out of his mother's grasp twice, but by the time she caught hold of him a third time, he told her that he did not have any more strength to resist, and began to cry.

Loh (the mother) placed him on to the clothes poles (five storey high flat) where he tried to hold on to the clothes poles. However, she pushed his hands away and he fell to the ground. He later succumbed to his injuries in hospital."

The mother, although held fit to stand trial, was suffering from post schizophrenic depression and had once tried to strangle her own mother who was supporting her. And sadly the son suffered "from a host of medical conditions, including liver impairments that left him jaundiced and malnourished, and osteoporosis, making his bones brittle."

The mother, who was jobless, "had been worried about providing for her son and thought that by injuring him she could get him away from her to a children's home, where he could be better cared for."

Lesson? If economics is all about demand and supply, then this world do not lack any supply of grief. This report is heartbreaking in so many ways. The mother's pain and regret, the son's tragic death, and the hand of justice trembling to do justice.

Maybe the lesson here is to not forget about the little sunshine in our own life. Nothing is to be taken for granted. All our petty complaints are thoroughly dissolved in the human acid of pain, suffering and tragedy most unspeakable.

Maybe the everydayness of living, however routine, is a blessing after all. Things may seem dull, off-color and slow but this saying reverses it all for me: "We nag and complain. But if the world is asked to cast all their problems in a heap and each of us is asked to take an equal share of it, most of us would humbly walk away with our own problems held closely to our chest, guarding it jealously." Cheerz.

Sunday, 27 May 2012

Right Balance of Light and Trauma

We must seek the right balance between light and the shadow of trauma. What is light? It's hope. It's belief. It's faith in a power greater than our collective humanity. What is "the shadow of trauma" then? It's trials that we go through. It's pain and suffering. Trials are inevitable and hope is indispensable. In a personal crisis, we must keep the right perspective by keeping the right balance of hope and trials, of faith and suffering.

By now, we should come to accept life's uncertainties. And that which is uncertain always strikes with a cold hand of certainty.  I guess this squares with the ironic saying, "Nothing is certain except death and taxes...and possibly, pain." Sorrow is a close cousin of pain and it is also inevitable.  Don't invite more pain in your life than is necessary. They say that sorrow is unavoidable, but misery is optional.

The misery that is unnecessarily generated by us, that worsens or perpetuates our life's trials, are the misery that comes with trying to control everything, expecting only good things, and blaming others for our own misfortune, that is, shifting the blame. The latter only perpetuates our pain unnecessarily.

Let's face it.There are many things we cannot control, especially when it involves a relation or a situation, or both.  Men (and women) will generally disappoint, even your dearest loved ones. Isn't it true that the difficulty of marriage is that you fall in love with a personality (a colorful one) but must live with a character?

Your blissful situation will, sooner or later, be shattered by a death, a financial misfortune, a sickness. Let me ask you: What is your expectation pegged to? Reality or your ego.

By now, you should be aware that your ego has a peculiar way of inflating and distorting reality.  Let me illustrate this with the fraction of man. A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator, the smaller the fraction and the smaller the chance of him coming out of a crisis unscathed.

You'd be sorely disappointed if your expectation is ego-pegged. The reality is this:  if your expectation is pegged to your ego, you are basically "Edging God Out" in your life. Alternatively, you will find yourself edged out of reality!

This brings me to the next logical point about traumas.  It is said that when you are no longer able to change your situation, you are then challenged to change yourself. Taking up this challenge will move you forward. Avoiding/denying this challenge will hold you back.  The best bet in life is owning up to your responsibility and moving forward with it.

I often tell my son to "light tomorrow with today." Don't darken your tomorrow with today. No doubt there's positive growth in a trauma or trial but it is not a given or an automatic entitlement. You have to fight for it. Your attitude counts and it counts a lot.

Many people refuse to see the light at the end of the tunnel. They choose to see only the darkness - groping, wallowing and lamenting as a result. If life is likened to cycling a bike, then seeing the light at the end of the tunnel is to keep cycling, finding your momentum of recovery, keeping hope and faith in balance, and being intrinsically inspired by the progress that is forward moving.

We all know that seeing only the darkness in a tunnel means that we stop riding our bike. And when we stop riding, we fall. That is the law of gravity as well as a fact of life. And the fact of life is in this quote: "In three words I can sum up what I have learned about life: it goes on!"

God has given us today to make a difference. Today is where we are alive to. The past is buried. The future is stillborn. The present is our only temporal workshop where our past and future converge; that is, where we can learn and use our past to shape our future.

The mantra to live by is this: Live in the present moment. Don't re-live your past and re-feel the pain. Neither pre-live the future and pre-feel the anxiety. The present is indeed a gift.

Imagine a genie grant you these two wishes in life and asks you to choose one, what will it be?  The two wishes are: Do you wish for a life that embraces unavoidable trials, whereby you persist through it with a positive spirit, with support of loved ones, praying for a breakthrough, hoping for the best, and ultimately learning from it and becoming better and stronger by it?

Or, do you wish to be given a green pill where upon ingesting it, all your painful memories magically disappear and you are immune from any future pain, thereby enabling you to cruise through life bereft of challenges, trials or trauma? Give it some thought, and be careful what you wish for, because it may just come true!

Here's another way to see it:  "If a butterfly had said no to struggling in a chrysalis, it would have forfeited it's future for an entombed fate." Seen in this light, isn't the choice a tad clearer?

To sum up, strive to achieve a healthy balance between light and the shadow of trauma. When the balance is right, you will embrace uncertainties and trials, you will have a reality-based expectation, you will treasure your today, making the most of it, and you will be an agent of positive change, taking full responsibility for it.  When such balance is achieved, it will yield only one result: post-traumatic growth.

 Let me leave you with this thought: When you are in your own shadow of trauma, remember that there is no shadow without light. In fact, for every shadow, light is nearby. So, turn not your eyes on the shadow, but upon the light.  Look for the first light that created this universe. And walk confidently towards it. And as the shadow retreats from behind you,  you will find your redeemer waiting.

For it is said, "O, where does my help come from? It comes from the Lord!"

Cheers!