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<title>
Dec. 24, 1990: From The Managing Editor
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
Dec. 24, 1990 What Is Kuwait?
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
FROM THE MANAGING EDITOR, Page 11
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<body>
<p> For more than three decades, Russian poet Andrei Voznesensky
has combined genuine literary genius with political courage.
When we met in Moscow earlier this year, we talked about, among
other things, America, perestroika and the house in which we
were having dinner, a mansion that was once home to Frol
Kozlov, a crony of Nikita Khrushchev's. Voznesensky told the
story of how Khrushchev had publicly denounced him for straying
from the ranks of builders of communism.
</p>
<p> Today Voznesensky's concerns are quite different. He is at
the University of Pennsylvania for two months to lecture on
Russian poetry, but his mind is on his homeland, which faces
the bleakest winter in many years. The other day, shortly
before George Bush announced up to $1 billion in food aid to
the Soviet Union, Voznesensky came by my office in New York
City with an illustration he had created, as well as a
remarkable open letter to Americans. In this holiday season, I
wanted to share both the illustration and the letter with TIME's
readers worldwide.
</p>
<p>-- Henry Muller
</p>
<p> Feed Perestroika!
</p>
<p> My dear American friends, men and women of America:
</p>
<p> My country is threatened by hunger. The stores are empty.
Women spend hours in lines with little hope of getting
anything. There is no meat. Soon there will be no milk in
Moscow.
</p>
<p> I'm asking for your help.
</p>
<p> From the war, when I was a child, I still remember the taste
of American powdered eggs, and we were saved by American canned
meats. Stalin tried to beat the love for Americans out of us,
but he couldn't destroy the memory of our stomachs. The memory
of the stomach remains as long as a person lives.
</p>
<p> Our family shared a suit jacket that came to us from the
distribution of American clothing packages. Later it was turned
into a coat for me, which I wore to school.
</p>
<p> Help us, and today's children will remember you lovingly in
the 21st century.
</p>
<p> Why is there a crisis? It is the "logical" result of
totalitarian economics. Stalin destroyed the best farmers in
his camps. But not only that. This is payment for
democratization, for uncensored newspapers, for free elections.
The adherents of the camp system are sabotaging democratization
and want to create popular unrest, anti-Semitism and civil war.
In the woods outside Moscow, people found tons of rotting meat
that had been dumped rather than allow it to reach the stores.
</p>
<p> Help us. Feed perestroika.
</p>
<p> Our country has committed horrible crimes; it created the
Gulag; it threatened America with its missiles; but now it is
another country, opening its heart to the world. Don't let it
slide back into totalitarianism--feed perestroika.
</p>
<p> A few days ago, a telebridge devoted to high culture and
mass culture took place among New York City, Los Angeles and
Moscow. I was asked to open the evening with my poetry. I
refused. I pictured the hungry eyes of Muscovites, the children
hoping for food, the women standing in lines. You see, I simply
couldn't talk to them about visuality, about my beloved Marcel
Duchamp [the French Dadaist], when their eyes were filled with
the need to find food.
</p>
<p> Feed perestroika!
</p>
<p> I know that you are going through a difficult time
yourselves, but please help us. I appeal to my friends and
fellow poets, to the cultural figures, writers, filmmakers,
human-rights activists, businessmen and politicians who saved
our culture more than once from political repression. I am
convinced we'll survive, but help the nation of Dostoyevsky,
Tolstoy and Pasternak get through this winter.
</p>
<p> This could be a parcel from a family in Maine; it could be
a plane filled with food--I don't know. Christmas is coming--be Santa Claus for our children. Our countries are neighbors
through the skies.
</p>
<p> Allen Ginsberg, do you remember many years ago when we read
our poetry at a fund raiser in St. George's Church to help the
hungry of Bangladesh? It never occurred to me then that I would
be asking for help for my country.
</p>
<p> Feed perestroika.
</p>
<p>-- Translated by Antonina W. Bouis
</p>
<p> Two private groups sending aid to the Soviet Union: CARE,
Soviet Relief, 660 First Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10016,
1-800-521-CARE; and AMERICARES Foundation, 161 Cherry Street,
New Canaan, Conn. 06840, 1-800-486-HELP.
</p>
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