[blind-democracy] FW: Part One: A portrait of a Soviet CIA propagandist as a Nazi collaborator young man
- From: "Miriam Vieni" <miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
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- Date: Sun, 17 May 2020 19:17:03 -0400
If you go th the link, you can read his article. He’s a very interesting man.
His parents emigrated from Russia in the 80’s when the US was encouraging
Russian Jews to leave.
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Subject: Part One: A portrait of a Soviet CIA propagandist as a Nazi
collaborator young man
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Part One: A portrait of a Soviet CIA propagandist as a Nazi collaborator young
man
"This is Radio Liberation speaking, the free voice of your compatriots abroad."
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Yasha Levine
May 17
This is the first installment of a historical investigative series about the
history and origins of America’s propaganda machine — and the central role that
weaponized immigrants play in it. I start out start by looking at one of the
stars of Radio Liberty, a covert psychological warfare project launched by the
CIA in 1952.
Read
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The date is April 28, 1953. The location: Lampertheim, Germany — a small town
south of Frankfurt.
An American technician sitting in heavily guarded military radio facility turns
on one of the most powerful radio transmitters in the world. He checks the
dials, makes a few final calibrations, and then hits play on a big magnetic
tape that had just been delivered to him by train and motorcycle courier from
Munich.
First there’s nothing but static. Then
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a female voice kicks in — an announcer speaking Russian: “This is Radio
Liberation speaking. We are transmitting a statement made by a war veteran who
escaped to the west in 1946.”
More static. Then a man’s voice comes on — slow and speaking in an affected
provincial Russian accent.
“Hello to my fellow soldiers and officers and to those who fought in the Great
Patriotic War!” he says. “I cannot tell you my name because I left my sisters
and my mother behind. And you know yourself how our Kremlin bosses deal with
those who won’t submit to their will!
The man then proceeds to tell his story. He says he had fought the Nazis in
World War II, had his arm blown off in battle, and returned not as a hero but
as an impoverished cripple who could not survive on his Soviet war veteran
pension. “You know yourself how badly invalids have it here in our socialist
fatherland. There’s nothing to eat and no prosthetics. The pension’s not even
enough to buy tobacco on. So I adapted.”
He says he started doing a bit of odd commerce, like buying sunflower seeds on
the cheap in Ukraine and taking the train to a far off city in Russia to sell
them on the street for a bit of profit. This was illegal. And day, he got
caught. “In Odessa, police raided us invalids like a pack of dogs. We grabbed
our crutches and fought back.”
Fearful of being sent to a labor camps, he says he decided to flee west. “It
was hard, but I got here. Now I live in Canada. I work in a lumber plant and
the doctors here gave me amazing prosthetic. It’s like they gave me a new arm!
If only our invalids had such glorious prosthetics!”
He finishes his story by congratulating listeners on the recent death of
Comrade Stalin but says that Stalin’s death is not nearly enough. All the
Bolsheviks must go: “While in Stalin’s hooligans are in the Kremlin, there will
no life for anyone!”
It was a good story — а story of socialist betrayal, capitalist redemption, and
hope for the future of the Soviet people. But the whole thing was a lie.
The man on the tape wasn’t an armless war veteran, nor was he living in Canada.
And he sure didn’t work at a lumber mill.
He was a Soviet refugee and a Nazi collaborator — a musician and comedian known
for his irresistible charisma and his hard partying and womanizing. He lived in
Munich and went by the name of Leonid Pylaev. Oh, and what else? That’s right.
He worked for the CIA.
Leonid Pylayev aka Leonid Pavlovsky in the late 1950s.
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Leonid’s life story is murky, but enough is known to gather a rough picture.
He was born in Russia probably in 1916 in a smallish city north of Moscow —
either in Dmitrov, Kostroma, or Pokrov.
He was a talented and charismatic guy. He could sing, play musical instruments,
and wrote his own jokes and songs. He was also ambitious and wanted to advance
in the Soviet system. So he joined the Communist Party’s young wing — the
Komsomol — which was like the communist equivalent of getting an MBA. But then
disaster struck.
Sometime in the mid-1930s, he ended up in a Siberian prison camp — either for
possessing forbidden literature or writing songs that satirized the government.
He did his time and got out. Then the Nazis invaded.
He was 25 years old.
In 1941, Leonid was deployed to the defensive line being hastily thrown up
around Moscow. And that’s where his career as a Soviet man came to an end.
Leonid was taken prisoner — just one poor Soviet kid among millions of Red Army
soldiers captured in the early blitz invasion. His chances for survival? They
were almost non-existent. The Nazis shot, starved, or froze to death nearly
three million Soviet prisoners in those opening months of the war.
But somehow he survived long enough to get an offer that he could not refuse:
join Andrei Vlasov’s Russian Liberation Army, an all-Russian division being put
together by the Germans to fight against the Soviet Union.
How did he manage to make in the camps?
Well, that’s not entirely clear. Luck probably had a lot to do with it. His
charisma and the fact that he could play music, tell jokes, and entertain,
explains the rest. He was a guy that everyone loved and that everyone wanted to
hang out with. These are always winning qualities — and especially in a grim
place like a Nazi POW camp.
The next four years of Leonid’s life murky. But from what can be cobbled
together from various sources, one thing is clear: Leonid probably didn’t do
much fighting.
In all likelihood he was assigned to do agitprop with the Russian Liberation
Army. Based on German
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records discovered by a Russian amateur historian, in 1943 he started work at
The New Way, a Nazi Russian-language newspaper run out of occupied Belarus.
The paper ran was like many of papers run under Nazi occupation. Most of its
best real estate was dedicated showcasing German victories over the Red Army
and blaming the war on Judeo-Bolshevik conspiracies. On the inside pages, you’d
get soft features about how great life was in Germany, literary criticism,
jokes and songs, capsules about global current events. There were even
classifieds and wedding notices.
The New Path, 1943
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Records show that Leonid wrote for the The New Way under a pseudonym “Vitaly
Shamrov” —
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publishing short stories, poems, political satire, and “straight” reporting.
In one of his journalism pieces, he described the incredibly humane living
conditions Red Army soldiers captured by the Germans.
“People look very healthy here. You won’t see a single sign of starvation here.
People in the camps get a daily ration of 600 grams of bread (the same as a
German solider), 60 grams of meat, 30 grams of butter,”
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he wrote. “Today, the camp got a visit from the propaganda division, which
bought its musical instruments. There was singing, dancing, poetry readings.
The prisoners were having a great time. I looked at their healthy faces and had
no doubts. These people believe in their future. They have enough strength to
survive this brutal time of war and they will return to their families in one
piece and in good health.”
See, getting captured by the Nazis isn’t so bad! Hand in your vintovki comrades
and surrender while you still have time!
The reality of course was that if you were captured you’d either be either shot
or die a horrible death by freezing, starvation, slave labor, and disease. In
Mauthausen, for example, the Nazis mass starvation and machine gunning
operation reached such epic proportions that all the rotten blood and guts
contaminated the local water supply. But that wasn’t not the PR line Leonid’s
new masters wanted to circulate!
According to music historian
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Maksim E Kravchinskii, Leonid was prolific in his role as Nazi propagandist.
He even produced a book of anti-Soviet poetry, which was published under Nazi
occupation and well received by the The New Way. “In his poetry, the poet does
more than just call people to arms. With his caustic political poetry. he
cleverly defeats the enemy while entertaining the tired soldier,” explained the
reviewer. Leonid was not only funny, but good for Nazi collabo anti-Soviet
morale!
Here’s a sample a chastushka, a kind of Russian comic peasant poem, he
published in his book:
Roughly translated: The well was drying / in a village / Stalin is a sissy
general / and shitty commander
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Charismatic and talented, Leonid did alright in these new and chaotic
circumstances. He was good at pretty much anything he did, and that included
survival.
As one Soviet writer who ran in the same emigre circles in Munich described
Leonid’s time as a Nazi collaborator: “People liked him. He’s upbeat, full of
energy, and a good drinking partner. And he could always round up women who
wanted to party.”
But this new good phase of his life wasn’t destined to last.
In May 1945, Leonid was in Prague when the Red Army took the city. A lot of his
comrades from the Russian Liberation Army were captured and executed as
traitors. But many managed to get away and walked west as fast they could to
surrender to the Americans.
That’s how Leonid ended up in the displaced persons camp system inside the
American Zone in Germany.
He was 29 years old.
The New York Times.
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January 20, 1946.
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After World War II, Europe was a swirling mass of human misery. There were
something like 8 million homeless people wandering around a totally destroyed
landscape. They were famished, wounded, psychologically battered — a wreck.
There was no food and no shelter and the place was overrun with crime and
gangsterism and cynical exploitation by the occupying powers.
It wasn’t a place you wanted to be if you could help it. So most people did
whatever they could to get back home.
But a core group — about a million people — wouldn’t budge.
Among them were Jews who had barely survived genocide and who refused to go
back home to the places that had just tried to wipe them out. But the vast bulk
of these displaced persons had more complicated trajectories.
They came from all over — Poland, Estonia, Ukraine, Hungary, Croatia, Russia —
and had collaborated with the Nazis. They volunteered in death camps,
administering the occupied territories, or served in the SS and other German
military formations. Some had been active members of European fascist movements
that had their own little genocides and fought against the communists in
alliance with Nazi Germany. Lots of them were very ideological — committed
fascists with plenty of throat-slitting and genocide experience. Others, like
Leonid, were more opportunistic than anything else. They had done whatever it
took to survive the war.
No matter how they arrived at collaborating with the Nazis, they knew that
going back home would mean disaster — either a death sentence or a long
vacation at a Siberian nature preserve. And so they stayed, living in UN-run
camps in Western Germany, Austria, and Italy.
These camps swirled with anti-Soviet agitation, organized crime, prostitution,
intra-fascist rivalries, deportations, and assassinations — from both
“friendlies” and Soviet agents looking for revenge. And all of this existed in
an environment of heavy recruitment by American and British spy agencies for
all sorts of espionage, propaganda, and dumb guerrilla warfare schemes.
That was the world that Leonid found himself in after the war.
Cycling first through Frankfurt and then Dachau near Munich, he avoided being
deported back to the Soviet Union and then scraped by the only way he knew how.
He worked for anti-Soviet Russian newspapers servicing the Nazi collabo
communities and toured around Europe playing concerts for Russian laborers in
Germany, France, and Belgium. According to some accounts, Leonid was still very
much in the Vlasov Nazi collaborator orbit and did work with various Russian
“veterans” groups, including the National Labor Alliance — one of the earliest
Russian fascist exile groups active going back to the 1930s.
“Entertaining and creative, he can play the accordion, dance, drink a liter of
vodka,” wrote Dmitry Dobrodeev, a Soviet emigre author who later hung out in
Leonid’s circles in Munich. “He performs, agitates and he always finds women.
After the war, there are a lot of women — German, Czech, Hungarian.”
With his unique talents and charm and his innate capacity for survival, he did
better than most. Still, those early years after the war were tough life —
chaotic and full of poverty.
Then, in 1952, a ray of sunshine appeared in his life.
Leonid met a young American journalist who worked for a brand new radio station
that was being set up in Munich.
From then on, his life would be simple and routine: pump out anti-communist
propaganda, collect your laundered CIA checks, and live life to the fullest.
And that exactly what he did.
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To be continued next week with: “Part Two: The Creation of Radio Liberation
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Radio Liberation’s HQ was located in this building in Munich’s Oberwiesenfeld
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