Lenin was a great cyclist, philosopher, traveler, joker, athlete, and cryptographer. The one thing he wasn’t was a pleasant conversationalist—but if God is up there in heaven and wants to discuss politics and the latest news over chess, who else could he talk to besides Lenin?
Talking about Lenin is like telling stories from “The Thousand and One Nights.” Besides magic and mysteries, there’s logic in all those tales: ironclad “if… then…”.
If we believe that Lenin, on his own, sparked the revolution in Russia, then we must also believe that on his own he ended a world war. If we think of Lenin as an “hacker” who broke History, we have to admit that History is imperfect and needs a creative act of destruction.
And if we reject Lenin for the same reason that some math professors aren’t allowed into casinos—because they win too often—then we don’t want to win either, and we even end up on the side of the casino owners, not those who would like to turn their establishments into local pioneers’ houses.
Tear down all the statues and forbid anyone to mention his name—history and geography will generate “lenins” again on their own.
WHO IS LENIN? He is you.
As it says on the architect Christopher Wren’s tombstone: “Reader, if you seek a monument, just look around.”