No sort of philosophy of history, whether Slavophil or Westerniser, has yet solved the enigma,
why a most unstatelike people has created such an immense and mighty state,
why so anarchistic a people is so submissive to bureaucracy,
why a people free in spirit as it were does not desire a free life? --Nikolai Berdyaev, 1915
The sky is high; the tsar is far. --Russian proverb
Another election day on planet Earth, another population refusing to act the way Right-Thinking Westerners believe it should.
Two things have mystified the Francis Fukuyamas of the world about non-Western peoples and their way of 'adopting democracy.' One is these peoples' annoying propensity to produce rulers who stuff urns, crack heads, and throw opponents in prison. The other is that even when such peoples do manage to squeeze out a 'fair' election, 50+% of them vote for some brutal lunkhead completely unpalatable to Right-Thinking Westerners:
A monitoring group set up by protesters in Russia has refused to recognise the results of the presidential election which returned Vladimir Putin to power.
The League of Voters said there had been widespread fraud and the poll was an insult to civic society in Russia.
Mr Putin, it added, won 53%, not 63.6% as reported officially. Such a result would have still brought him victory.
Because everyone knows that Democracy (TM) leads a priori to the kind of leaders Right-Thinking Westerners find palatable. Why just look at Iran in 1979, Algeria in 1991, Nicaragua, Venezuela, or Palestine in 2006, or Ukraine just last year.
Russians, in any case, have long fascinated Western Europeans. Who is this people, one once asked, held in semi-slavery by their own ethnic brethren? Who is this people, one asked later, who has abolished free entreprise as well as religion? Who is this people, one asks today, who continues to happily elect a man famous for clamping down debate and strangling the free press?
Who indeed?
Impossible to know the soul of another people without living it. Outsiders can only observe, listen, hope to catch a glimmer of what they can never truly grasp.














