A VOTE AGAINST CORRUPTION AND A VICTORY FOR PRO-WESTERN PARTIES IN LATVIAN ELECTION
by Ingrid Zemitis
It’s asking a lot to expect foreign editors of the media to understand Latvian politics. I’m fairly impressed when I meet a Canadian or American who even has a clue where Latvia is on the map. No, it’s not a Balkan state, it’s a Baltic state, just south of Estonia, which is just south of Finland. The population is tiny, a little over two million, the highest hill isn’t quite as high as Toronto’s CN Tower, and any rapids exceeding two metres in height are worthy of a detour from the highway to view the ‘sights.’
But Latvians are a people and a nation. They have their own language, in fact the second oldest living indo-european language in the world. It is a poetic language. When Latvians send birthday cards or Christmas cards, they almost always write in a poem. If it is not a modern poem, it may be one of the 200,000 folk verses compiled by the perspicacious Krisjanis Barons, who spearheaded an effort to collect the verses in the late 1800s. The verses cover every facet of life, from birth to death, work, love, wisdom and philosophy. Like haiku, each verse is a crystallized thought or observation, and they are impossible to translate. Besides National Independence Day on November 18 and perhaps Christmas, the major national holiday is the Summer Solstice or ‘Jani’, i.e. John’s Day. At ‘Jani’, women wear flower wreaths, men oak leaf wreaths, people get together to eat and drink (specifically home-made cheese with caraway seeds and beer), jump over bonfires, and sing folk songs all night long. Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it! Latvians have a strong tradition of singing, at family gatherings, in choirs, and in national song festivals. It is very much a culture of ‘participaction’.
After centuries of rotating foreign domination by Germans, Russians and Swedes, Latvia finally established an independent state in 1918 and was a member of the League of Nations. But in 1939, foreign ministers Molotov, of Stalin’s Soviet Russia, and Ribbentrop, of Hitler’s Nazi Germany, made a secret pact where they sliced up Europe, placing Latvia in the Russian sphere. In 1940, Soviet Russia under Stalin occupied Latvia along with Estonia and Lithuania, then from 1941 to 1944 Nazi Germany occupied the country, and in 1944 the Soviets re-occupied the countries. So began almost fifty years of Soviet occupation until the Soviet Union finally crumbled, and Latvia regained its independence in 1991.
Unfortunately, Soviet occupation did not put Latvia in a time capsule, and it did not come out intact. While the independent Latvia of 1918 to 1941 was racially and religiously tolerant, the Soviets quickly got to work to russify Latvia. In 1941, 35,000 Latvians were murdered or sent to Siberia, three of my uncles included. During the 1941-1944 Nazi German occupation, 90%, i.e. 60,000 Latvian Jews and another 10,000 Latvians were murdered. 200,000 people fled during the war to escape the threat of death or deportation, hoping to soon return to a free Latvia. In 1949, Stalin exiled another 43,000 Latvians to Siberia. This was followed by a Soviet economic program which created new factories in Latvia, even though Latvia didn’t have the raw materials, and there weren’t enough Latvian workers to work in them. Oh, wait a second, that wasn’t a problem. The Soviet Union just shipped the raw materials into Latvia and organized the migration of one and a half million Russians from Russia to Latvia to work in the factories. For the Russian migrants, it wasn’t such a bad proposition - the climate in Latvia is much more pleasant and the beaches are stunning. As a result of the deliberate russification of the Latvian state, there were five times as many Russians in Latvia in 1989 than there had been in 1939, and thanks to murder, escape, and deportation, there were less Latvians than there had been in 1939. The percentage of indigenous Latvians in Latvia had been cut from 80% to 52%.
On top of that, Soviet-occupied Latvia was not exactly a morally upstanding sort of place. You did not get ahead by working hard. You got ahead by stealing, betraying your neighbour, or working ‘under the table.’ One for you, one for me, and one for the kolhoz. Honesty was not the best policy. You had to teach your children to lie to the teacher so that the teacher would not report you and get you blacklisted for such crimes as listening to Radio Free Europe or celebrating Christmas. By 1991 when Latvia finally regained its independence, a whole generation had grown up in a psychologically warped, unhealthy environment, Latvians and Russians included.
The impact of the years between 1941 and 1991 did not evaporate when independence was regained. The first parliament in 1991 proved to be mostly corrupt, as was the next, the next and the one after that… Everyone was so starved for financial gain that they grabbed what they could get. Whether former KGB, Russian, or Latvian, a position in parliament meant an opportunity to put your finger in the pie and share in the spoils of privatization. And taxes? Well, you were an idiot if you were in business and paid all your taxes. A number of positive things did happen: Latvia joined the EU and became a member of NATO, but self-interest was still the ruling principle for most members of the government.
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