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yeltsin strikes again
august 23, 1999


     There was a run of bad news out of Russia last week: cholera
appeared in Siberia, and officials there could only close the
borders and pray; energy workers in the far east, desperate for
wages that nobody intends to pay them, have entered the second
week of a hunger strike; a plague of locusts laid eggs over millions
of acres of central Russia's finest farmlands; and, in an eerie
echo of the country's most recent sustained catastrophe, a thousand
of the most successful Islamic guerrillas in the world stormed
across the Chechen border into Dagestan, declared a holy war,
and are battling the Russian Army for control of the province.

     So it seems understandable that when Boris Yeltsin, the 
autocratic and aggressively incomprehensible Russian President, 
fired his Prime Minister and dissolved the government last Monday
it didn't really matter to most Russians.  Everybody gasped, the 
ruble plunged for a couple of hours, and then it edged back a bit 
and people returned to whatever they were doing.  Why should 
anybody be shocked?"   The State Department spokesman, James 
Rubin, who issued the standard American statement of support for 
Yeltsin on such occasions, was right when he said, "It is the 
prerogative of the President to choose the Premier."  What he 
didn't say is that firing Prime Ministers is about all that Yeltsin is 
capable of these days.  He does it for the simplest and scariest 
of reasons: because he can.

     Yeltsin has just named his fifth Prime Minister in the past
seventeen months (and that's not counting his unconstitutional
attempt to appoint himself to the job in 1998).  It's hard not
to laugh, but what's happening in the Kremlin is unbearably sad.
Ever since he dropped the first of thousands of bombs on Chechnya,
in 1994, Boris Yeltsin has moved steadily toward gutting the democracy
he so heroically helped to build in 1991.  There was a time when
being endorsed by, supported by, or even seen with Yeltsin would
have been a great honor for almost any Russian.  Even in 1996,
amid the secret heart attacks and astonishing bribery of his Presidential
campaign, when he hinted that the maverick general Aleksandr Lebed
was the man he wanted to succeed him, Russians were impressed
with his self-confidence.

     Yeltsin's early Prime Ministers cared mostly about economics,
but the experiment with reform has ended, and the last three premiers
have been from another world completely: Yevgeny Primakov, Sergei
Stepashin, and now Vladimir Putin are true sons of the K.G.B.
They were hired to marshal power and to make sure that it stayed
in the grasping hands of their boss.

     The main reason for the latest change, after only eighty-two
days, is already clear: Stepashin proved incapable of containing
Yuri Luzkhov, the populist brute who is the mayor of Moscow and
the man most likely to take Yeltsin's job in next year's elections.
That is, if there are elections.  Yeltsin said on Monday that there
would be a vote for a new President next summer, and for the first
time he named the man he wants to follow him: Putin, who has never
held elective office and has no political power base.  But the
Kremlin is already positioning the new appointee as a latter-day
Yuri Andropov, who was the most brutally effective of the old
Communist disciplinarians.  Putin quickly started speaking in classic
Soviet phrases about "fulfilling" the President's orders
and "achieving" his goals.  In his first speech, he attempted
to put the nation at ease by asserting that there was "no
basis" for a state of emergency or for cancelling elections.
Comforting-but not exactly true.

     The "basis" for such an emergency is actually working its way 
across the Caucasian highlands toward the Caspian Sea.  The Muslim 
spiritual leaders of Dagestan are not yet as radical or as bloodthirsty 
as their counterparts in Chechnya.  But the fighters are led by Shamil 
Basayev, the Chechen commander whose gift for humiliating Russia 
is almost equal to that of his nineteenth-century namesake, the 
warrior Imam Shamil.  Moscow has responded just as it did when 
the Chechen war began, in 1994; officials call the separatists 
"bandits" and claim that the situation will soon calm down.  
The Interior Ministry, which controls internal security in Russia, 
has taken to summoning correspondents and showing them an 
elaborate snuff film that features various hostages in Chechnya 
being beaten, stabbed, tortured, and killed.  One scene shows an 
American, released last month, having his finger cut off.  It is far 
from the most grisly episode on the tape. 

     About all this Boris Yeltsin has absolutely nothing to say.
His citizens can be excused their determined indifference.  Their
government is in the hands of a man whom only the crazy could
understand.  As another former favorite of Yeltsin's, Boris Nemtsov,
said of the President's behavior last week, "It is hard to
explain madness."
tophome
copyright 1999, Michael Specter