Without Stalin

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The case of Yuri Dmitriev, who was considered in the Petrozavodsk City Court, accused of the manufacture of children's pornography, stirred up a whole layer of debate about the symbolic resurrection of Stalin. For a completely incomprehensible reason for a particular case, for some reason, a discussion of a growing request for an independent court does not follow for some reason, although it is obvious that this would be a formulated demand for justice, the deficiency of which in society is felt more and more acutely. Instead, the audience is doomed to discuss or at least observe the discussion of the issue of the reality and unreality of today's Stalin.

In a commentary on a small post on Facebook about the quality of the investigation in Dmitriev’s case and the preparation by the party to protect the conclusion for this examination, my network frand quite unexpectedly formulates: “Oleg, when you find yourself in a pre -trial detention center, I will see where and how you will contact. I personally will tell you with pleasure: the court will figure it out. ”

Where does this almost uncontrolled aggression come from? Why should I be in a pre -trial detention center? Probably, I should ask about the causes of the hypothetical premises in a pre -trial detention center and get something in the spirit that each of us may be there for a far -fetched occasion. - Oddly enough, but this is the reproduction of the Stalinist discourse.

This is not a recommendation not to renounce Suma and Prison. This is an attempt to impose the idea that the only reality today is Stalin with his infinitely reproducing criminal cases, triples, sentences and executions. All this, as a rule, is accompanied by the dubious quality of Maxim about the story that is repeated. Of course, there could be a big dispute, even a negligible part of which not to squeeze into the framework of a journalistic statement. But if the story is repeated necessarily, this means that it will be repeated outside the efforts of individual citizens and the whole society to counteract the one that should never be again. So, we are all deprived of subjectivity, we are only objects that twists-inhibit the uncontrollably repeating Stalinist story, not only not creating anything new, but also not giving a minimal chance to change anything. If the story is not doomed to repetition, then why all these unnecessarily straightforward emotional references to Stalin, fabricated criminal cases and "be in jail."

It seems to me that the key is detected relatively easily. Stalin turned into a synonym for symbolic violence. The very violence that exists without a visible apparatus of coercion, but this is no less scary and ruthless. Stalin is an indication that violence is inevitable. Moreover, this is state violence, which, if possible, is to confront, but the result is predicting one hundred percent. Stalin is a metaphor for power in modern Russia. Together with all its irrationality and devotion. Stalin is a voluntary rejection of freedom and responsibility. Stalin is unbelief in subjectivity, a refusal to consider me, my Face -Bucket Frend and all of us as independent, thinking and feeling units. After all, if for some reason we will forget the story, then it will be repeated, Stalin will come with the NKVD shniks and we will all “be in jail”. And they, relying on the laws of a repeating story, will certainly come. Just behind someone later.

It seems to me that the only way out of the designated vicious circle is a complete change of discourse. Refusal of Stalin. The refusal to recognize in every act of injustice and even wider - difficulties in relations with an unfair state - willingness to transfer violence from the symbolic plane to the literal one. Living without Stalin means to believe in a person. Do not indulge in his weaknesses and phobias, because, ultimately, there is no point in being afraid of the mythical past personified by a familiar squint from the portrait that was yellowed from old age. Living without Stalin means to become and be free.