We Need New Stories of Post-Soviet Jews
A letter from the issue committee
Julia Alekseyeva, Tova Benjamin, Oksana Mironova, and Sasha Senderovich
Office Hours: Valeriya Nakshun
“If we focus on ourselves without making connections to a larger culture, our culture won’t survive.”
The Many Oblivions of Babi Yar
An ambitious creative team promised to make Kyiv home to the biggest and most impressive Holocaust museum in all of Europe. Before Russia attacked the city, scholars and artists had spent years in pitched disagreement over the vision of the memorial.Linda Kinstler
Zoya Cherkassky-Nnadi’s oeuvre looks frankly at the immigrant experience.Rotem Rozental
Immigrants From a Place That No Longer Exists
A conversation between post-Soviet millennial Jews on the left
Introduction: The Soviet Jewry Movement, Revisited
The Ambivalent Émigrés
Henry “Scoop” Jackson and the Jewish Cold Warriors
How Jewish Currents Covered the Soviet Jewry Movement
The Other Soviet Jewish Dissidents
The Hidden Joys of Soviet Jews
The Best Place in the World for Soviet Jews
Portraits of Before
Collective members create a shared origin story from their pre-immigration photos.
The Cheburashka Collective
Refusing to Bury the Living
Emigrating from the USSR to the US meant fleeing one system of mass incarceration for another.
An exploration of Jewishness in contemporary Russia.
Forthcoming Titles from Kindling Media
Kindling Media is delighted to announce the launch of a publishing imprint dedicated to the promotion of new writing by and for the Soviet diaspora.
The Soul of the Worker
A mid-century Chabad writer protests the “shidduch” between socialism and secularism.
Hide and Seek
Die Schreibblockade: Selections
“I have returned to the city of my dead. / It is the living who live there. I do not know them.”
I’m white trash. Jew trash. Immigrant trash. Girl-boy trash. I’m a Casanova without a cause.
Prayer of a Man in Snow
“Today there is no bloodstain / on the snow; no one was shot; there’s just snow and snow”
I Need My Blood
“I will not lock my blood inside my heart, / neither will I shed my blood for naught”