I became Stalin chapter 192
“that… Comrade secretary?”
“It’s no different… I do not object to Comrade General Secretary’s course, but there is one thing I should ask about Comrade’s intentions.”
Molotov, who returned from wandering around the world at my command, quietly asked me if there was anything suspicious.
It was also new that he, who was always close to the thoughtless bureaucrat type, asked questions. If you do something, always yes! Comrade Secretary General, or I see! I was engrossed in shouting comrades like the general secretary, but… Will what you have been training for so far pay off?
“Yeah, listen to what it is.”
“that… So, is the relationship with the US a friendly one? Or is it an opposing route? Our Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Overseas Operations Department couldn’t get it right… .”
“both… yes… Yes?”
When I spoke so succinctly, Molotov widened his eyes, trying to convince him. both. It is a relationship that is friendly while confronting.
However, this strategy, the so-called two-faced tactic, will be the word that will symbolize our line.
“As I said before, diplomacy is about being friendly with the United States. The United States is the most powerful country of our time, and it is not a country that we can deal with with a few nuclear bombs. Have you seen it too?”
“That… That’s right.”
Food, supplies, and industrial productivity pouring out of that vast land! The high-ranking officials who saw the ability of the United States to build a fleet larger than the fleet it lost at Pearl Harbor in just a few years when they decided to start production were quite terrified.
Some belligerents said the Soviet army and its allies could still overwhelm the United States on land.
But do we really need to fight?
“It is important that our national power grows to a level comparable to that of the United States by promoting reconciliation through various means rather than wasting national power by fighting for nothing.”
“That… Is it… .”
It may not be able to catch up with the US. However, even if the United States and the Soviet Union can achieve similar economic levels, it is the Soviet Union that will win.
“Their internal contradictions are ironically resolved through war and tension. you know too As the last stage of capitalism, imperialism solves the problem of overproduction through the useless consumption of military power.”
“Yes, yes. Of course I… .”
Unfamiliar with Marxist theory, Molotov seemed to ponder for a moment, but nodded as if he had thought of it immediately.
In a nutshell, it was this: Capitalism falls into overproduction because consumption does not always follow as the productive forces increase. Who would want to raise workers’ salaries? It was Marx’s idea that this overproduction would eventually lead to panic and ruin.
However, in actual history, a slightly different solution existed. Like Roosevelt’s New Deal, the state solved the panic by increasing spending to induce consumption. And the one thing that could be increased very quickly and easily from the national expenditure was military expenditure. Just like Hitler did.
On the other hand, it could be said that the Soviet Union did not have any problems with overproduction because the state controlled its productive forces. However, the citizens’ dissatisfaction with the fragility of the light industry that occurred as a result of wasting limited production capacity through an arms race with foreign countries was only severe.
In the end, if the US and the Soviet Union fight, the US will gain the strength to endure longer, but the USSR will eat its flesh and perish. This was my conclusion.
“We don’t have to match the plate. instead!”
“You have to stimulate their internal contradictions.”
In any system, internal contradictions existed.
Although the Soviet Union was still less, a communist aristocrat called the so-called Nomenclatura was about to appear, and the United States did not need to say anything.
The gap between the rich and the poor and racial issues were still boiling under the surface, but they had the power to turn society upside down.
“Purple! that country! They are poorer and poorer than us, but nonetheless, education and medical care are free, and no one falls into extreme poverty just because they are sick. As elsewhere, women are not treated as second-class citizens in society, nor are blacks and other people of color treated as beasts. Wasn’t it ¼ Mongol from Comrade Lenin in the first place?”
“It’s not that you graduate from a prestigious university to gain money and power just because you are white and your father has a lot of money and graduated from a prestigious university. country! You just have to show them that this Soviet Union is closer to an utopia.”
I believed so.
Freed from paranoid aggression phobia and red imperialism, the Soviet Union could be a little better hegemon than the United States.
When the Soviet Union existed, many oppressed peoples were able to shake off the imperialist powers with the help of the Soviet Union. When the Soviet Union existed, even capitalist countries had to introduce a welfare system to resolve the contradictions of the system, and workers could live in a fairly decent society.
After the Soviet Union disappeared? Russia has turned into snowy Nigeria. The Middle East became hell due to war, and South America could not escape the Banana Republic until the end.
“Do you think America can be hostile to us? What if at least half of Americans have a crush on us?”
“Women, people of color, workers, and even the many intelligentsia who came to our universities to study. As long as they exist, as long as they see the Soviet Union positively, ‘hostility’ will never begin. In the meantime, all we have to do is realize our ideals in more backward places in the world.”
Not a small number of Soviet students went to study in American universities, but a significant number of Americans also came to study in the Soviet Union.
They were mainly poor or capable but could not go to college due to some conditions.
“If America goes to war… It would be like blaming myself for the name of the country of freedom.”
* * *
“Hey! Give me money! Get your wallet out!”
“Uh… I have my wallet here.”
Even when the masked robber was aiming a pistol, the middle-aged man was weak. He slowly pulled out his wallet and opened it with a smirk.
“This is the only money I have. Instead of adding a criminal record for trying to steal this money from me… .”
“What to add?”
“Have you eaten?”
Leaving behind the robber who was staring at him with questionable eyes, the man whistled and started walking backwards.
“Follow me! There is a house over there that has good bacon and pancakes.”
The robber looked at him as if he had no idea, and could hear the rumbling of his stomach as the savory smell of bacon carried in the wind.
“Silver, what is this… .”
With a mask and a pistol in his back pocket, he laughed and started following the man.
“Is this really delicious?”
“… well water… .”
The man looked down at the young man with a playful look at the young man who put a pancake in his mouth.
Reddish, curly hair and a younger face than expected. It was as if the words were written in his eyes full of rebellion that he eats hungry but does not trust you.
“How old are you?”
“… 19 years old.”
“Hahahaha, that’s great, isn’t it?”
A nineteen-year-old pistol robber. The man chuckled as if he was embarrassed by what was funny. The boy, who ate five pancakes, asked bluntly.
“What is so funny?”
“No, like this country. It’s kind of like a country that makes children do things like this… .”
“깜둥이 새끼한테 언제는 안 그랬대요?”
“It’s not okay.”
The boy, who ate the pancakes, sprinkled bacon and fried eggs with ketchup and ate them up, snorted and tried to walk away.
“Huh? Where are you going?”
“Work again… I have to go.”
“Drink coffee and go.”
He snorted once again, but in the end, in front of the two of them who sat back down, a steaming hot and thick coffee came up.
“Uh… This is the taste… .”
“But why are you meddling in other people’s lives?”
“That’s my job.”
The man rummaged through his chest and pulled out a business card from his wallet, which now had a few coins left.
“John Williams? United States of America… Republican Party? Are you a redhead?”
“Well, that’s what people usually call me. Although I personally prefer the name socialist.”
“Ugh, I hate rednecks.”
To the grumpy boy, the man was smirking and raised his eyebrows. Bewildered by the sudden question, the boy frowned.
“Because everyone says it’s bad?”
“Then would you believe it when a lot of people said that black people should be enslaved because they are lazy and stupid?”
“… That’s not it… .”
Seeing the boy who was speechless in an instant, the man chuckled. Another cup of coffee here! With plenty of sugar and cream! He shouted loudly, and the man looked at the boy again.
“Taking things from others and giving them away… It’s a violation of that person’s ‘ownership’.”
“Oh, where did you learn that word?”
“You did well in your studies.”
When the school story came out, the boy frowned. Seeing the man smiling kindly and warmly, he quickly relaxed his face again.
“Yeah. I did quite a bit. I’ve been beaten up now.”
“… The teacher at school did that. Because I want to be a lawyer… He told me to think realistically. Realistically, how would a bastard be a lawyer? So I just kicked it out and left.”
The man had now erased his smile and began to listen to the boy with a fair face.
His father was a pastor, but he died in an accident, and his mother was admitted to a mental hospital and raised in a shelter. Even at the school he attended there, he studied quite well and finished first in his class, but the teacher realized his dream… trampled on
The boy narrated his life story as if he were chugging along. The man quietly ordered another cup of coffee and silently listened to his lamentations.
“… Uncle is right. Damn it, my life is already messed up. Who can turn this thief into a lawyer! If you are lucky, you will be shot by the police and you will die instantly. If you are unlucky, you will rot in a cage for the rest of your life.”
“Would you like to go to school?”
“Are you thinking of going to school?”
The boy’s eyes widened at the sudden man’s words.
“There is a night school run by the party. It’s mainly elementary and middle school, but you can also take high school courses. If you go to law school after getting your high school diploma recognized… Well, I could be a lawyer.”
“No, no, is that real? I have no money?”
“Our rednecks… Even if you extort money, you extort money from the rich, not from the poor! Ha ha ha ha ha! Actually, there is money from the USSR over there. There are probably a few more places like this, and you are lucky.”
“… I will do it, I will definitely do it. I will definitely go to that school. Don’t even think about coming back and changing your words.”
“okay! good. Well… What is your name?”
The boy hesitated for a moment. Is it real? It seemed too dreamy to be real.
However, he had nothing to lose.
“Malcolm. Malcolm Little.”
I became Stalin chapter 192