Social & Political Issues – The Frustrated CFO

BOI Reporting: Wellcome, Big Brother?

If you are a business owner and/or executive and you’ve used an online processor, like LegalZoom, to set up your corporate affairs; or outsource some of your in-house functions to a large service provider, like Paychex, for instance; or employ a fairly sizable CPA company to audit your books – it is most likely that these business partners of yours have notified you at some point last year that you are a subject to the new type of government reporting – the Beneficial Ownership Information (BOI), due for submission to Financial Crime Enforcement (FinCEN) bureau of the US Department of Treasury.

The rest of the business owners – those without an exposure to large business and/or professional networks – especially the ones running those small, private, neighborhood companies we supposed to cherish as a backbone of the American economy… Well, I don’t really know how they are meant to find out about this new reporting obligation. FinCEN promised to roll-out a whole awareness campaign with YouTube videos and stuff – but I personally haven’t seen anything like that being pushed at me. Maybe if you search for it, you’ll find something… But how would you know to look in the first place?

I personally discovered it via LegalZoom’s notification sent to an entrepreneur whose books I help to keep. She casually mentioned it to me – I somehow sensed it seriousness and looked into it. Mainly for the sake of the small business owners around me, but also out of the feeling of foreboding this bit of information gave me.

It turned out that FinCEN was formed in 1990 (Wow! The things that fly over our heads! Even if we are somewhat politically alert.) under the parentage of the Office of Terrorism and Financial Intelligence with an official purpose

“to combat domestic and international money laundering, terrorism financing, and other financial crimes”.

Naturally, it is a perfect agency to oversee the specific measures that have been formulated under the Corporate Transparency Act (CTA) signed into power by Congress in 2021 – the federal law pushed through under the banner of

“the government’s efforts to make it harder for bad actors to hide or benefit from their ill-gotten gains through shell companies or other opaque ownership structures.”

fincen.gov, January 29th, 2024

(Again! What ordinary citizen paid attention to that piece of shocking legal maneuvering?!)

One such measure, formulated in March of 2023, is the BOI reporting. I don’t want bore my readers with every single rule and detail pertaining to this new corporate reporting duty. Just bear with me for a few important highlights I’m providing for those who didn’t dive into this issue yet.

A Beneficial Owner is a person who directly or indirectly exercises substantial control over the reporting company or owns at least 25% of its interests. Now, all senior officers – specifically: President, CFO, General Counsel, CEO, and COO; anyone with an ability to appoint or remove officers or a majority of directors; anyone who is an “important decision-maker”; and anyone (listen to this catchall) who has “any other form of substantial control” are qualified as Beneficial Owners and must be reported as such to FinCEN.

There is an interesting caveat: if a person is not a senior officer, but, nevertheless, exercises significant control over the reporting company through her employment there, that person doesn’t need to be reported. I’m thinking: high-power controllers who value their privacy higher than the status, or simply don’t want to expose their personal info for open access, should stop vying for CFO positions (assuming, of course, the pay is satisfactory).

Any and all corporations, LLCs, and other entities created through the filing of a document with a secretary of State or any other similar office in the US is obligated to report. I carefully studied the 23 exceptions and can vouch that I personally never dealt with an entity that would qualify for an exemption. Nevertheless, everyone who deals with corporate matters of their businesses/employers is encouraged to study the relevant material at BOI FAQ.

Anyone whom the reporting company authorizes to act on its behalf may file the BOI report. And this authorized filer, whatever their relationship with the company may be, MUST submit her full name, email address, and phone number.

The information the reporting company must submit about itself is: full legal name, any trade names (DBAs, etc.), current street address of the principal place of business (to be updated when changes), its jurisdiction of formation or registration, and TIN. The whole kit and caboodle.

For the beneficial owners the reportable data is as follows: name, DOB, residential address, and ID# – either US passport or state driver’s license – and the name of the latter’s jurisdiction. And guess what? The reported ID must be uploaded into the database! Some people may feel relieved that at least they are not demanding the SSN’s. But if you ask me: disclosing your picture ID and the place where you live! Seriously?

But get a load of this! In addition to the information on the entities, their beneficial owners, and those assigned to deal with this by their bosses, the financial crime fighters want to further collect the same info on the individuals they call “applicants” (starting with incorporating dates of January 1, 2024 and on), i.e. the individuals who directly file the documents that create or register the company and those who direct and control the filing. And that’s pretty much any intermediary agent whose services you may engage in the process: accountants, lawyers, formation services, even the messengers delivering the application packages into the hands of the clerks.

FinCEN openly discloses that any Federal, State, local, and Tribe as well as “certain” foreign officials will be allowed the access to thus compiled database for activities broadly described as “related to national security, intelligence, and law enforcement.” No consents or even notices of the inquiries’ subjects are required. On the other hand, financial institutions need to obtain a reporting company’s agreement before being allowed to take a peek. But who in their right mind says “no” to a bank considering granting you a credit line, for example? Especially if it’s a small entrepreneurial business. Most eager CFO’s and CEO’s wouldn’t even bother asking who exactly will be looking.

The penalties for refusing or foregoing the BOI reporting include both civil and criminal repercussions: up to $500 per day of the violation, $10,000 fine, and up to 2 years of imprisonment.

So, to summarize: millions and millions of Americans are now forced to make their personal information openly available for access by all and any domestic and international government entities as well as financial institutions, or risk criminal and civil prosecution. I absorbed all that, and I was like: Whoa! What?! George Orwell miscalculated his arrival by 40 years, for sure, but the Big Brother is definitely hear now – not in North Korea, Iran, Russia, China; but here in the United States of A as well as 30-something other “civilized” countries with similar regulations. Of course, I have to be objective about my reactions to such things: I was born and raised under the communist dictatorship of the Soviet Union. Therefore, I have a tendency of seeing things related to governmental interferences in darker lights than most American citizens. I mean, Terry Gilliam’s Brazil (1985) is the avant-garde realism to me, not a dystopian sci-fi as it’s conventionally classified.

Moreover, I’m a libertarian in my political convictions. Thus, personal and socio-economic freedoms are paramount to me. Even more painful for a small-business crusader like myself: Do we really need another negative consideration thrown at potential entrepreneurs considering going into business? It’s fucking depressing – at least to me…

But guess what? It turned out that I was not alone in my fears of the government’s infringing on our democracy. On March 1, 2024, the United States District Court for the Northern District of Alabama held the entire CTA, and BOI requirements in particular, unconstitutional. To the fundamental question of whether the Constitution gives Congress the power to regulate millions of entities and their stakeholders the moment they obtain their formal corporate status from the state, the Court has answered that not only there are no constitutional provisions supporting such excessive claims of power, but there are also no citable precedents or sufficient legal nexus.

For the time being, the Alabama Court’s decision protects from CTA’s enforcement only the specific plaintiffs who filed the claim. We can hope, however, that it will encourage other companies, individuals, civil rights lawyers, etc. in other states, to join the effort of protecting our corporate and individual privacy. Meanwhile, every entity incorporated before January 1, 2024 have to file before the deadline of January 1, 2025 and those incorporated during 2024 – within 90 days after the date of official creation by the state. Starting 2025, the reporting timeframe will be shortened to just 30 days.

Here comes the funny part, though: If you decide to bother yourself with episode 17 of the final (10th) season of The Blacklist, you will be able to see how utterly futile these government efforts are. The vast network the FBI special task force is trying to dismantle during that episode is engaged not only in establishing the fictitious corporate fronts to cover the diverse criminal enterprising, but also in creating flawless, unimpeachable false identities for the individuals – real or virtual – who qualify to be their “Beneficial Owners” under the CTA’s definitions.

I mean, it’s pretty clear to all of us, isn’t it? Those who want to stay hidden – will. Meanwhile, the rest of us will expose our identities to hell knows what kind of breaches and misuses. And if you think that that particular bit of The Blacklist fancy is as phantasmagorical as the rest of the show, we can agree to disagree: I thought it was the most realistic piece of plotting of the entire series. And I watched every single of the 218 episodes and liked quite a few of them too.

Off the Cutting Room Floor of I Built This Prison: Clip #3: The Methodical Corruption of the Soul

“When Nietzsche wrote, ‘God is dead’, he wasn’t really talking about God’s existence per se. On the contrary, he was commenting on the state of human morality, or rather lack thereof, in the society greatly affected by the industrial revolution… And even that is not exactly right: it was more about the pervasive preoccupation with the accumulation of wealth… For many centuries before, whether correctly or not, philosophers and writers presumed the corruption by money to be the rich people’s affliction. I mean, you will not find any peasants in Dante’s Inferno. What Nietzsche alluded to was that by his time everyone, regardless of the status or the class, got onto the money-mining wagon and, as a result, removed themselves from God: even those attending services, kept doing it as a habitual ritual, not because of some true faith:

‘They no longer even know what religions are good for and merely register their presence in the world with a kind of dumb amazement. They feel abundantly committed, these good people, whether to their business or to their pleasures, not speak of the “fatherland” and their newspapers and “family obligations”: it seems that they simply have no time left for religion, the more so because it remains unclear to he whether it involves another business or another pleasure…’

Fredrich Nietzsche

Beyond Good and Evil, Part Three: What Is Religious

Well, we can argue that instead of formulating that snappy motto about God’s demise amidst all of the ‘civilized’ industriousness, he should’ve written: We, the humans, murdered God through the distraction of morality. But he said what he said. And it created a circular effect: his audience believed him – literally, and it liberated many into further relaxation of moral codes. Because we hear what we want to hear, disregarding the true meaning of the words.

And there lies the danger of catch phrases. They become popular beyond their intended audiences. Once out there, among the millions, all ideas described by memorable slogans get separated from their origins, adapted to the users’ whims and needs, reinterpreted, reshaped, modified to the point of becoming opposite of themselves. Sometimes it’s an act of the intentional distortion, but mostly it happens without any deliberation on the part of the unthinking revisionists.

I mean, I was born into a vile society that was built on blood, hate and expropriation masked as ‘liberation’ causes by the slogans of supposed freedoms. It’s the reason why I ran away, idealistically hoping to be delivered onto more virtuous planes…”

Deleted from I Built This Prison, Chapter 5: Omni-Present and Omni-Powerful

The Problem of the Brain

Funny how things happen sometimes… Lately, I’ve been brightening my time on the walking pad (wonderful, but incredibly boring exercise) by re-watching movies from my fairly extensive DVD collection. Every day… I’m not even choosing them – just going in the order my collection is organized: European arthouse, American Classics, American arthouse, etc. And so, believe it or not, on the very day I popped in John Cassavetes’s “Gloria” (1980), starring his wife Gena Rowlands, their son Nick Cassavetes publicly announced that Ms. Rowlands (now 94) has been living with Alzheimer’s disease for the past five years… Heartbreaking…

We hear a lot of that lately, don’t we? More and more people live well into their 90s nowadays: Mel Brooks is 97, William Shatner – 94, Lee Grant – 98, Clint Eastwood – 94, Jimmy Carter is an astonishing 99… And it’s not just celebrities. From Scarsdale to Hong Kong, I know people who lived to see their great-great-grandchildren born… Some of them keep their wits about them just fine, but quite a few fall victims to the age-driven degenerative tendencies of the neurons in the human brains; the ones that force the elderly to develop various conditions leading to dementia… Just like poor Gena Rowlands…

Do you ever think about the reasons behind this trend? I do. In fact, I’m so paranoid about the conditions of people’s brains, I’ve been thinking about this since I was in my 30s. And the way I see it, one of the main underlying causes is the profound disparity between the advances in cardiology vs. neuroscience.

Nowadays, people get their heart valves repaired and replaced, their damaged and destroyed arteries bypassed in triple and quadruple ways, their entire dying hearts transplanted straight into the medical waste and exchanged for the healthy ones obtained off of some unfortunate (but robust, nevertheless) recently departed individual. And all these marvelous procedures end up regenerating cardiovascular wellbeing, rejuvenating the throbbing engines by decades… 80 and 90-year-olds run around with tickers as vigorous as those of the well-fit 50-year-old youngsters.

On the other hand, the Brains… I don’t think they can 3D-print them even in the most secretive of all evil laboratories in the world. (To the best of my knowledge and research, you know.) And so, very frequently these healthy hearts end up beating for people who can’t recognize their children, can’t take care of their basic needs, have no clue who and where they are. Did you know that people may live with Alzheimer’s for as long as 25 years? It’s been 5 years for Gena Rowlands, but poor Joanne Woodward, now also 1994, has been living with that diagnosis since 2007.

For me personally (and I absolutely mean it): I would not want anything working properly in my body, let alone having a heart capacity to last for any extra number of years, if I couldn’t know my daughter sitting in front of me. Fuck that shit! And I was seriously concerned when ten years ago my father, then turning 80, was going for his second stent placement… But his memory and mental faculties were above par for his age and nobody even asked me to contribute my opinion… He was desperate to get rid of the pain in his chest and the shortness of breathe… And I felt terrible even having those thoughts in my head…

Thankfully, I knew that I weren’t alone and that there were other people who also came to experience such concerns – and not just on a speculatively statistical level, but in a very tangible, first-hand way: Two years prior, in May of 2012, I’ve read Michael Wolff’s cover article he wrote for New York Magazine: A Life Worth Ending – an incredibly intimate account of his and his siblings’ journey through the ordeal of caring for their mother whose heart, through prior surgical intervention, was much younger than her brain. Granted, the article was focused on the healthcare costs associated with such parental conundrum as well as already familiar to me by then subject of Long-Term Care insurance policies… Still, Mr. Wolff’s is a master of narrative nonfiction and his account of this familial ordeal was deeply emotional and relatable.

I am a very private person who rarely shares (or even communicates – to be honest) with other people. And so that article was basically the first confirmation to me that I weren’t crazy or sinister to be thinking about these matters. That there were other people who agreed that we should be acutely guarded against all those frivolous heart repairs for elderly. That it would be not just prudent, but ultimately humane to be considerate of the possibility that these surgeries may destroy, not improve, the quality of their future lives – if the dementia comes knocking.

Universally speaking – I would even say, on the politic0-scientific scale of the matter – we can move in two directions towards a kinder, more reasonable, and, in the long run, beneficial for everyone concerned resolution of this, unfortunately very frequently occurring, predicament.

On one hand, we can attempt to make it compulsory for cardiologists to be more responsible when it comes to recommending surgical interventions for people over certain age and more holistic in their patient care with consideration of conditions beyond their direct specialties. Even more important, we (the elderly and their caretakers as the unified interest group) can insist on being provided with the full disclosure regarding the scope of future possibilities, including the one of the longer life marred by mental incapacity.

But here we have finally arrived at the fiscal side of the issue at hand. (I hope you didn’t really think I’ve forgotten about it.) The cardiovascular mending is the biggest cash cow of the medical industrial complex. Heart conditions are #1 most expensive group of chronic diseases. It’s literally impossible nowadays to find a relatively recent statistics on anything, but in 2016 adult cardiovascular spending came to a sweet little sum of $320 billion! Of which 54% was covered by public insurance, i.e. Medicaid and Medicare, and 37% by private insurance. That’s 91%, or $291 billion of automatically collectable funds. It’s hard to imagine the hospital systems, particularly their boards and investors, giving up any portion of that income – humaneness be damned!

Yet, there is an alternative route of action: to finally start bearing down on this stumbling block of the aging Brain and attempt to, at the very least, match its longitivtiy of the repaired hearts. And I’m not talking about some sci-fi scenarios here either. Researchers working in the stem-cells limitless field of opportunities already made significant inroads into the possibilities of treating a broad spectrum of neurological conditions, including the ones leading to dementia.

Unfortunately, this area of science is suffering from the – really unimaginable in our “enlightened” times – plaque of “ethical” debates, particularly around the matters of embryonic stem cells. And it is an undeniable reality that entirely baseless, anti-scientific, purely political positions still prevail, thus influencing the legal landscape around the matter; slowing down – instead of spearheading – the advancement towards the younger brains. And, just like with the reproductive rights, the antis here are preoccupied with the status of embryos.

Actually, whether it deals with embryos or not, officially stem cell research is legal in the United States. However, it’s subject to state-specific laws and federal funding restrictions. And even the embryonic stem cell research is not technically illegal. But! The federal funding (the source responsible for over 50% of all American academic R&D) is categorically prohibited for both the creation of new embryos – reproductive (remember Dolly?) or therapeutic (the creation of stem cells entirely independent of the fertilized eggs) alike – as well as for the distraction of embryos. The latter is especially significant as it includes the process of obtaining stem cells from the existing human embryos – unused and donated by their creators through the fertility banks. In other words, as it frequently happens with our government, everything is dumped into the same suppressive bucket, regardless of the source and purpose.

Believe you me: I’m as much in opposition of the reproductive cloning as the most reactionary conservatives from the heart of Arkansas. I mean, let’s leave the artificial creation of multiple identical offsprings in the realms of science fiction. Nobody is that special and we truly already have too many people on this planet. And cloned sustenance – no, thank you!

But the therapeutic cloning with hopes to eliminate dementia?! What’s wrong with that? Why do these strange people keep caring more about never to be born embryos than about the living, breathing, and suffering humans. Many of them quite accomplished individuals. Please, let the scientist use those donated bits of cells! Please, give them grants to hurry this shit up! Aren’t you afraid that these terrible neurological tragedies may befall you?

And it’s so fiscally nearsighted too! Cause imagine the billing volume that can be generated by curative methodologies directed at not just dementia, but also paralysis, multiple sclerosis, Parkinson’s decease… Leukemia, lymphoma, neuroblastoma… Etc., etc., etc. – virtually no limitation to the scope of the applications. Including the heart failure!

But I guess, on the Capitol Hill religious lobbying trumps even HMO lobbying… And so, we remain stuck between the cardiologists who can make you ticking like a fucking clock for decades and the helpless neurologists absolutely unequipped to deal with the sad state of the Brains.

What Is “Class”? – the American Mis-Confusion

So, somehow I overheard ( which is shocking, believe me, because I don’t really expose myself to this kind of news) that a few weeks ago “people” (who are they? some social media trolls?) got upset with Cate Blanchett (“they” always have a tendency of being upset for all the wrong reasons) on account of her calling herself “middle class”… And I thought: Aha! An excellent opportunity to clarify a thing or two!

Let me first confess: I have never been a big fan of Cate Blanchett as an actress… She has a good screen presence, no matter the setting, but that’s about it . And I’ve even seen her on stage a couple of times too… Including in Liv Ullman’s production of A Streetcar Named Desire, nearly 15 years ago. The critics and the audience raved about it, of course, but, as far as I was concerned, she lacked the emotional fragility necessary for the portrayal of a woman broken in that specific way of Blanche DuBois. I even got myself in trouble with my fellow BAM patrons by not restraining my opinionated ass on account of that performance…

But no matter, no matter – as this is not about her acting. This is about her socio-political statements…

(And that’s another thing: Why the hell do people always care so much about what the actors have to say about politics, or social structures, or international relations… Why the fuck the general public bothers itself with listening to what Barbra Streisand, Bette Midler, Angelina Jolie, Ashley Judd, Madonna, or Cate Blanchett have to say about any of that instead of trying to utilize their own analytical capabilities and form their own opinions?)

So, here is how she described herself, while discussing her experiences of “working with refugees” (of some non-specific kind; yet, her Cannes’ red-carpet dress speaks volumes with that bright and glossy forest-green inset she kept revealing): “I am white, I am privileged, I am middle class…” And somehow it wasn’t the falsely apologetic tone of the whole thing, but the supposed mis-“classification” that got the people upset. Why? “They” explain: the actress’s estimated net worth is $95 million. And “they” think that it disqualifies her as the “middle class”.

Well, let’s see… Even though half-American (on her father’s side), Cate Blanchett was born, raised, and educated in Melbourne, Australia, and is encyclopedically considered an Australian actress. And in that country, as in all former and present parts of the British Empire, societal divisions are still very much defined by one’s familial origins, the ancestry and the hereditary structures. It really has nothing to do with the size of one’s coffers. There are two million millionaires in Australia – the prevailing majority of them are commoners. At the same time a blue-blood aristocrat can be dirt-poor. Therefore, by these standards Blanchett is absolutely correct, deliberately honest, and entirely un-hypocritical – she is very much a middle-class product: mother’s a teacher, father was a US Navy officer turned an ad exec.

Furthermore, the only American billionaire I knew personally (through a theater charity as a matter of fact) also tried to instill in his three children the idea that they were of the “middle class”. He understood the hereditary class principles simply because his immense wealth placed him very close to the heart of the issue: he knew that his money didn’t make him the upper-class.

And since we’re talking about a screen/stage actor, here’s an example from another frequently produced classical play – Anton Chekhov’s The Cherry Orchard… Keep in mind that Russia had been a monarchy with centuries-old ancestral aristocracy up until just 107 years ago… The play’s central psycho-social conflict is focused on the impoverished hereditary landowners unable to hold on to their estates, including the symbolically precious cherry orchards. Meanwhile, the wealthy merchant Yermolai Lopakhin, with his peasant familial roots, understands only too well that, in spite of his hard work and all his millions, he can raise himself in the old societal class hierarchy only as far as the middle… Just like the billionaire I’ve mentioned above… Let me reiterate: the wealth doesn’t make one an aristocrat.

Generally speaking, the monetary approach to defining societal classes is very much the New World’s notion, which makes me believe that Cate Blanchett’s self-appointed critics are predominantly American. Not surprising at all.

The fact that here, in the States, the vast majority of people consider personal wealth to be the primal factor of the class distinctions is the testimony to two attributes very particular to our country:

A. The strength of our democratic, equal-opportunity roots. In spite of all sorts of privileges and preferential treatments applicable to various and variably defined through the stages of our history societal groups; and with full acknowledgment of the suffocating nepotism that’s been stagnating our progress for decades now – we are still the most democratic country in the world. The state built without castes, aristocratic substructures, and governing rights based on the land ownership. A nation, which believes that a self-made celebrity is equal to the blue-blood royalty. We see nothing especially special in Beyoncé/Jay Z meeting up and chatting with Kate Middleton/Prince William. Hip-pop royalty, sovereign royalty – same difference…

B. Our preoccupation with money above everything else. And this one is a trait that affects pretty much every single aspect of our nation’s existence – socio-economic, political, and intellectual – not just the interpretations of the societal segregation into classes.

Case in point:

“It is without a doubt a reflection of our society’s values that lesser punishments are doled out to those who take away someone’s innocence, or even life, than to those who take someone’s money.”

I Built This Prison, Part III, p. 344

But let’s assume for a second that everyone around the world adopted the American way of thinking and dismissed the old-world traditions of the class division entirely… For the moment, let’s just focus exclusively on the money factor…

Does general public really think that all those doctors at struggling hospitals and private practices, faceless partners in large law firms, CFO’s of the companies barely breaking even – that they are the middle class?! Why? Because they make lower, or even mid, six-figure salaries? Let me disillusion you about that! In a larger scheme of things, we are all poor – from welfare recipient to an owner of a multi-million-dollar company with a $500K annual salary. Monetarily, we are all the struggling lower class, with just a slight difference in the purchasing powers. None of us can afford to fly everywhere in the first class (let alone the private jets), stay in suites of the 5-star hotels, dine in restaurants with Michelin stars, casually buy designer bags and suits (especially at today’s prices)… Unless, of course, these luxuries are paid by some companies or some other persons… Moreover, children of the welfare recipients have better medical care through the states or the cities and broader access to the educational finances than those of the wage-paid parents…

And Cate Blanchett with her who knows how securely kept millions is somewhere in the median sector of the wealth curve… Truly of the middle class, no matter how you define the matter. Because the ones in the upper portion of the plentitude are what I call “the really rich people” – the sort of folks the dreamers insert into their billionaire fairy-tale romance novels.

On Columbia Campus or NYS Prison Camp, Antisemitism Is Inescapable: I Built This Prison Excerpt

Over and over again, I am consistently stunned by the political blindness of hate. It’s incomprehensible to me. How can people loathe all Catholics because they still worship the papal Christianity or all arabs because of 9/11 and ISIS? Or how pro-Palestinian convictions automatically translate into hostile animosity towards all Jews dispersed throughout the globe – many of whom are not religious whatsoever, have never been and don’t plan to go to Israel, and some (especially here, in the States) don’t even understand what the conflict over there is all about? Aren’t the haters at all concerned that their blanket enmity completely obscures the essential meaning of their political standpoints? Shouldn’t they be more focused and direct their efforts against the forces behind the territorial and largely economic conflicts? What can possibly be achieved by inciting violence against the students and the teaching staff of an educational institution 5700 miles away from the epicenter of the military actions? It’s truly bizarre!

On the other hand, I’m quite accustomed to the pervasive, persistent, and profuse plain-ass antisemitism no matter how many political, nationalistic, self-righteous, and morally confused shrouds anyone throws over it. Look, I was born in the most antisemitic country in the world – Soviet Russia, with its pre- and post-revolutionary history of oppressing my relatives and ancestors going back centuries. Thus, as the Soviet Jew I was raised to believe that antisemitism is simply written into the genetic code (my mother was among the first generation of Soviet physiology students to be taught genetics at universities in the 50s) of every non-Jew and there is nothing we can do about it: Whether openly or secretly, and with some even subconsciously, goyim will despise you. Live with that. Period.

And when I escaped Russia, the Soviet Union, though on its last legs, was still live and kicking, the communists were still in power (many of them still are – lightly disguised), and anti-Jewish state policies were still as prominent as the nationalistic hatred of the Russian populace. But, of course, decades of the subsequent NYC living… It lulls you with its ethnic diversity, and religious freedoms, and Jewish mayors, and Philip Roth, and Woody Allen, and Kubrick, and the overwhelming popularity of Seinfeld and Friends, and everybody eating lox on their bagels… And you (I mean me), a cultural non-observant Jew, start feeling… Well, I wouldn’t go as far as to say “free of the ethnic bias”, but you definitely push to the back of your Jewish kop the teachings of your grandparents – that if you ever forget that you are a Jew, there will be an antisemite nearby to remind you.

Of course, Ivy League schools, even those – like Columbia University – located in Manhattan, are nothing like NYC. Their student bodies, professorial staff, and administrations consist mostly of transient people from all over the world. Not just all fifty states of our own nation – most of them not nearly as diverse as our city, but from the foreign countries with their own socio-economic backgrounds as well. These people are here not because they belong, but because it’s good for their resumes – if I had to generalize. So, it shouldn’t be surprising at all that these educational institutions are prone to become fertile grounds for antisemitic protests.

And apparently the ones at Columbia earlier this week got so threatening, Jewish religious leaders urged students to STAY HOME (!!!) Here, IN NEW YORK CITY! And the university’s administration (as well as the law enforcement – let’s be honest) are so powerless in the face of these protests, the solution they offered is online classes! This is Columbia we’re talking about!

I don’t even know, though, why I’m so shocked. I mean, I’ve already got exposed in the fairly recent past to similar displays of open antisemitism and the passivity by “the powers that be”. Because, guess what? The New York State prison system is even further removed from NYC than the hodgepodge of Columbia campus. It’s staffed entirely with ethnically and culturally isolated upstate prison guards; and among the inmate population, there are plenty of multigenerational neo-Nazis – proud to display their various tattooed insignia and the compatible attitudes – as well as intellectually confused people.

From I Built This Prison, Part III – Impressions of Imprisonment, •The Jewish Thing•:

“…In Albion… I’ve got exposed to antisemitism of all stripes and colors – the white-bred upstate xenophobia, the ignorant multi-racial criminal-element loathing, the semi-religious misconfusion, and the pure Aryan “pride”.

Funny, how some naïve individuals sometimes ask how Russians always knew that I was a Jew without even checking my official documents. Well, my Albion experience has proved all over again that Russian, German, American, or of any other origin – an anti-Semite always knows. By simply looking at you. Even though you are secular and wear no other ethnic attributes than your own face.

***

I just couldn’t get used to this shit all over again. Even two years in, it was still hurting.

On the way from OMH meds, Sherri Ellis called me “old stinking Jew”, because she thought I looked at her funny. On previous occasions she called me a “nasty Jew” – she was definitely escalating. Oh, she kept her antisemitism in check when she asked for my help with her ASAT reinstatement after being kicked out for dirty urine. Now, this. Nobody had used that specific slur on me since the Soviet Union. And there was nothing I could do about it – not even talk back to her violent mug: if she lunged at me, both of us would’ve been sent to SHU.

Heather Mims was walking next to me. She was shocked: “What are you doing being Jewish?” was her question. That was easy to brush off, actually. She knew me for two years and didn’t realize I was Jewish. Hers was the antisemitism of geographical isolation not of consciousness. She was from a tiny village on the Canadian border.

I was more offended by Trish D: “I despise you because you are a Jew,” out of nowhere she spewed at me from across the messhall table. I was lost for words and I couldn’t just leave before a CO’s release… But several women at that table instantaneously joined forces in berating Trish for her unacceptable racism and un-Christian hatred. I felt as if a row of warriors was shielding me from the enemy.

***

Yet, most of the time you are unprotected, alone…

Did you know that not all Nazis that fled Germany at the end of WWII and escaped the justice, ended up in Latin America? Thousands of them were accepted in the United States and many ended up in upstate New York.

In prison, I’ve discovered that a chunk of their offspring constitutes a sizable part of our state’s neo-Nazism movement: children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Quite a few of them wore the guards’ uniforms, far more – the state’s greens. Some with no other signs of the fascist distinction but their openly hateful attitude. Others – walking around with the swastikas, SS bolts, 88 (numerical code for HH – heil Hitler), 4/20 (Hitler’s birthday), etc. tattooed on their necks, chests, and arms…

But twenty-something Amanda in the fourth of my Albion’s residences had a huge flower arrangement on the back of her neck. She was tiny, very blond, cutely pixyish, terribly flirty – especially with young white officers. A very sociable kid, friendly with everyone. A cleanliness freak and a cleaning ace. She bore a tongue-breaking last name that started with W, which, together with her partiality towards German rock bands, left no doubt of her descent. She chirped at me and offered to do my chores for cigarettes. She lived in a row of cubicles that shared back walls with my row, two cubicles down.

You were not really allowed to wonder around the dorm and cube-visiting was strictly prohibited. But if you needed to get something from somebody and you asked for permission to do so, depending on the CO, you might’ve been granted a 2-3 minutes trip to someone else’s cubicle. My cooking time-slot was coming up and I needed to retrieve my Mrs. Dash from somebody who lived next to little Amanda.

As I was passing her entryway, my sideview caught something on her board that froze me on the spot. The picture was affixed right in the center – a cutout from some cheap-paper publication, an old black-and-white photographic portrait of SS Oberstumbannführer Adolf Eichmann – the architect of the Holocaust. The man who proposed that exterminating every Jewish child and adult would solve all German problems and then proceeded to manage the logistics of the mass slaughter.

She was in her cube, cleaning. I stepped in, “Why do you have this photo?”

“Do you know who he is?!” she exclaimed. Not in the way that she couldn’t believe that I recognized him, but in excited, starry-eyed, groupie way. “I’m obsessed with him… Do you want to see my books?” She started pulling hardcovers from her locker and shoving them at me one after another. Half of them were in German. I saw ‘Mein Kampf’ and something with the word “Aryan” on the cover… and then I stopped looking… She was chattering something about her dear great-grandfather, but I stopped listening… I walked out. I was nauseous…”

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