This was one of our top essays. I loved it, but it didn’t make the top 3 spots. Nevertheless, a great piece, and a must read, for Russian Jews.

Galina Guterman
Anti-Semitism, Immigration & Reunions at Last
Three generations of our family either experienced first-hand or witnessed anti-Semitic manifestations in Russia.
Our parents remembered Pogroms, such as Stalin’s Political Process in the 1930’s. In addition, there was the constant fear of being arrested and sent to GULAG prisons.
There was a sharp increase in anti-Semitic activity after the WW 2. In his teenage years, my husband felt aggressive anti-Semitism being a school boy in the 6th grade. After class, juveniles often waited for the Jewish boys (there were 5-6 among 40 Russian boys) and often beat them while chanting “Let’s beat Zhidov.”
My husband, my children and I encountered difficult barricades when matriculating to universities and institutes in Moscow. Jewish applicants were not admitted into such institutions as; MGU, Fiztech, MGIMO, etc. It was common for Jews to be denied admission despite being privileged, having the highest honors or having served in the Soviet army.
Jewish families felt tension and an atmosphere of uncertainty in Russia especially between the years 1950 and 1953. It seemed as though our parents were waiting for something bad to happen, but protected us by not discussing their fears with us. Unfortunately, their fears came true in the following widely remembered anti-Semitic campaigns; Stalin’s last political trial, “The Judocide that wasn’t” (F. Lyass), The Trial of Jewish Antifascist Committee and the notorious Doctors Trial (1953).
During the 1980’s, the anti-Semitic organization “PAMET” was particularly active. The organization held mass demonstrations and riots in Moscow and the suburbs of Russia. Some of these demonstrations included arson of Dachas which belonged to Jewish families.
A new life of freedom began for our family after emigrating from Russia to the U.S. In NY, My husband wrote several medical books using his tremendous experience as a practitioner and his accumulated knowledge.
In our new country, we were joyfully surrounded by our four beautiful granddaughters, sons and friends.
An unforgettable experience was reuniting with 6 former students from my medical school (The 1st Moscow Medical Institute) two years ago in NY. The meeting felt magical and absolutely unexpected. We had not seen each other for 50 years since our graduation party in 1957. There was reminiscing and the sharing of both happy and sad memories. Together, we remembered Stalin’s Last Political Trial and spoke of the Doctors Trial in depth. This second event was particularly memorable to us as we were medical students at that time and knew several professors who were arrested.
After Stalin’s death the trials were immediately stopped. Professors came back to their hospitals and clinics to continue teaching. One of them, M.S. Vovcy went to his lecture on the same day that he received his freedom. At our reunion we also discussed our children and grandchildren. These conversations showed that all of our offspring were very well adjusted in America. Regarding the older generation (those over 70 years of age), their adjustment to American life was not as successful. Only one of our Moscow friends became an American doctor (an ophthalmologist) managing to overcome difficult years of residency training, with new rules, night calls and not having a good knowledge of the English language at that time.
Shortly after the amazing meeting in New York, our friends, living in Princeton NJ, invited us to visit the annual Princeton graduation Parade, honoring the graduated students of Princeton University. The oldest alumni of Princeton University open this solemn ceremony. That year, there were 2 alumni of the class of 1925. One of them was barely able to walk; the other was unable to walk and sat in a wheelchair. All of the participants in the parade wore something orange colored as part of their outfit because Princeton’s school color is orange (each American University has its own color and emblem – Princeton’s emblem is a tiger). One student, a graduate of the year 1934 walked with a dog painted as a tiger. Most of the participants were male as female were not accepted into the University prior to 1958.
There were many tents on the green lawns with tables set up underneath them. Following the parade ceremony, former students shared memories of their past and present, failures and successes.