"Sovetskaya Belorussiya" Responded to Being Recognized as Extremist with a Penitential Letter
The satirical public page, which on March 13 was recognized as "extremist" by the Miory District Court, ridiculed Lukashenka's system of recognizing content as extremist in the style of the propaganda itself, pushing it to absurdity.
Standing on the edge of an abyss from which there is no return, I agonizingly wondered whether to take up the pen or not — I am trembling all over now from excitement, thousands of emotions overwhelm me and I can barely control myself!
Every worker, every collective farmer, every ideologue can appeal with a letter to Belarusian justice. Perhaps this will be allowed to me too, a simple and humble Golden Pen, who dedicated many years of his life to the struggle against gentry Poland and Tsikhanouskaya's junta.
I want to explain the motives of my unvoiced crime and find understanding for the agonizing drama of innate extremism.
Just as every mackerel hatches from roe with gills, so too is every Belarusian born with the sin of extremism! I ask you, Miory Justice, to show me a way out of this deadlock.
I am ready to take responsibility for all subversive work against our Motherland, ready to appear before any court, ready to die, if necessary.
If the Presidential authority needs it — I can be killed — by court or without trial. I am even ready to buy a firing squad bullet for myself (knowing that 70% of its cost is paid by the state)!
But if our rapidly developing state needs a human unit, and the work of a loyal, after all, ideological, honest, energetic person who possesses some knowledge, political experience, oratorical, journalistic, writing talent, oh, with what enthusiasm and inspiration would I dedicate the remnants of my miserable days to the Motherland!
After our publication was recognized as extremist, I had hallucinations; I saw several times the image of a young A.R. Lukashenka. He approached me and said: "What have you done, Golden Pen? I will tell the Miory Court to forgive you!" It was so real that I literally got up and started dancing! Thus my reality was shuffled with delirium!
P.S. This letter is written in impossible frontline conditions, in an environment of hostile and uncertain surroundings, where the slightest carelessness threatens agonizing death. There is no time to write much and elaborately, so I poured out everything at once that flowed onto the paper. I ask for forgiveness for inevitable mistakes, for poor paper, for non-compliance with various formalities. The letter is being sent in three copies by three different routes!
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