Anthony White

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It began almost at once. The tsar had scarcely fallen before the new masters of Russia turned their guns upon the old faith. In the winter of 1918, when the snows lay high against the walls of monasteries older than the Romanovs themselves, squads of young Bolsheviks — factory workers in leather jackets, rifles slung casually over their shoulders — marched through cloisters as though kicking in the doors of a conquered world. What startled foreign observers was not merely the destruction but the speed of it. In just the first five years of Bolshevik rule, between 12,000 and 20,000 priests, monks, and nuns were murdered, along with tens of thousands of ordinary believers who refused to abandon their faith. Three centuries of Roman persecution had killed far fewer. The killing of clergy became so common that even hardened soldiers grew uneasy. In Petrograd, a young commissar named Yakov Peters ordered the execution of forty-eight priests in a single night, later boasting that “the old Russia dies tonight.” Yet the men he killed had not resisted. Many, like Archbishop Andronik of Perm, merely asked to bless their flock one last time. Peters refused. Andronik raised his hands anyway, tracing a final blessing in the dim lamplight. A soldier struck him with a rifle butt, but the gesture had been made. An American correspondent who later interviewed witnesses wrote, “It was faith confronting ideology, and faith died standing up.” What the Bolsheviks never understood was how deeply the old religion lived in the Russian mind. They believed that if they shot enough priests, tore down enough icons, and turned enough churches into warehouses, the people would abandon the past like an outgrown coat. Instead, they created martyrs — not the serene figures of Roman mosaics, but men with frost in their beards and women clutching their children as they faced the rifles. In 1922, when Lenin ordered the seizure of all church valuables, peasants in the town of Shuya formed a human chain around their wooden church. Troops opened fire. “We died for a church made of pine,” one survivor said, “but to us it was Jerusalem.” In the end, the tragedy of the early Soviet years is not only counted in bodies — though they were many — but in the deliberate attempt to crush the spiritual inheritance of a people. The Romans persecuted Christians out of fear; the Bolsheviks persecuted them out of doctrine. Yet history keeps its own ledger. The Soviet Empire, which promised a world without God, is gone. But in the ruins of its gulags stand crosses once again, raised by the grandchildren of those who died — by the tens of thousands — for the faith their killers could not extinguish. © Pivotal Historical Moments Fan #archaeohistories