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WORLD, Page 63Boris the Trigger-Happy
The life of a populist is not an easy one. Fired from the
Politburo two years ago, Boris Yeltsin performed the impossible in
Soviet politics -- a comeback -- and skated to victory in
parliamentary elections last March. Since then, however, Yeltsin
has been sniped at by both opponents and supporters of Mikhail
Gorbachev for being too brash and publicity hungry in his
criticisms about the pace of perestroika. Last week Yeltsin was
shot at again, but this time the volley went right through his
foot, and the finger on the trigger was his own.
As Yeltsin listened glumly, Interior Minister Vadim Bakatin
told stunned members of the Supreme Soviet about how one night last
month their colleague showed up dripping wet at a police outpost
in the bosky Moscow suburb of Uspensky. Yeltsin claimed that after
being dropped off at an intersection in Uspensky by his driver, a
gang of men grabbed him, pulled a bag over his head, hustled him
into a car and raced wildly around before tossing him off a bridge
into the Moscow River. He swam 300 yds. to shore, Yeltsin said,
then rested briefly and went to authorities.
Even before leaving the police station, Yeltsin asked that the
matter be dropped -- understandably enough, since the attempt at
foul play never actually happened. According to Yeltsin's
chauffeur, he dropped his boss off in Uspensky armed with two dozen
roses. The bridge from which Yeltsin supposedly was tossed measured
50 ft. high and the water below 3 ft. deep -- a set of facts that
would have left Yeltsin with serious injuries in any real fall. Yet
aside from his soaking, Yeltsin was none the worse for wear. Said
Bakatin to Supreme Soviet Deputies: "There was no attack."
Yeltsin replied lamely that "I never made a written statement"
about the episode, but he did not bother denying the Interior
Minister's account of his oral one. At another point he said he had
been "joking" in his story to police. Moscow gossips speculated
that the man of the people might also be a man of the bottle who
had been on his way to bestow the roses -- and perhaps other
attentions -- on one of his more ardent female supporters. Said a
Soviet journalist: "He started out like Huey Long and he's ending
up like Gary Hart."
Stung by the snickers, Yeltsin later claimed that the brouhaha
was an attempt by Gorbachev to "ruin my health and have me
withdrawn from the realm of political struggle." Not so, retorted
Bakatin, who called a press conference to brand Yeltsin a liar and,
giving the knife a turn, charge that his story "does not hold
water." Yeltsin may recover from his soaking, but he may also
discover that a politician whose private life becomes the butt of
jokes eventually does not have to worry about his public life. Just
ask Gary Hart.