I wryly smile when the news slyly utters those two innocuous little words as often as possible that set many seemingly ordinary people into near hysterics these days – Russian influence. It’s not a new thing you know – it is as familiar as a heartbeat in the homes of practically every American. How so? No, the answer isn’t in your Facebook feed. It’s much more obvious. Let’s think about the many Russian ironies embedded for centuries in quintessential American traditional life that Americans never seem to notice.
Every Christmas how many kids dance in the Nutcracker and how many parents insist on it playing in practically every theater in the country? Of course, as most (hopefully) know the music is all by Tchaikovsky.
Even more compelling are the standard Christmas symbols themselves. Yes, I know the whole Jesus thing. But let’s be honest, most people are in it for the presents and Santa. So, what about Santa? Well it’s really about a Siberian fungus. Seriously. You see in Siberia there is a mushroom, a hallucinogenic one with a red cap and white spots, called Fly Agaric. Around December it used to be that Siberian Shamans went out to harvest them. Tradition dictated that they wear a red and white fur trimmed coat (matching the colors of the mushroom itself) as well as black boots (reindeer skin blackened from exposure). They would often hang them in a sock over a fire to dry them out – hence the Christmas stocking. A side effect of eating the mushrooms is that it makes your cheeks flush red. It also elicits a sense of flying. So, when you’re out and about in Siberia hunting with reindeer and eating Fly Agaric – the concept of Rudolf and the team are not such a stretch to imagine. And finally, because of all the snow (this is Siberia after all) the Shamans entered the tents of fellow villagers via the smoke hole in the roofs. So, you see, your typical American Christmas is really a Siberian Koryak magic mushroom fest.
Further influence is seen when everyone whips out flags and firecrackers to patriotically celebrate the 4th of July – America’s Independence Day. And what song do they play to accompany the fireworks? Again, Tchaikovsky. The 1812 Overture. It makes perfect sense, right? So American. After all it celebrates Russia’s victory over Napoleon and even includes an interlude of “God Save the Tsar.” Wait, what?
So, you see dear friends, influence is indeed a dicey thing. Inspiration is typically something you can pinpoint as the beginning of a journey – typically a positive one. Influence is not such a skip through the daisies. It’s not always positive and it’s not always obvious. It’s hard to say at what point it nestles in your conscious or subconscious and makes itself at home. Even when one recognizes that route altering thought has occurred – it is rather difficult to say what specific thing triggered it and when. To be unaware of such obvious influences in plain sight all around us, such as those cited earlier, how can anyone say with certainty that they are not influenced by all the stimuli around them from sources all over the world at practically every minute of every day? The wisdom of decisions driven by these multitudes of influence lies with the ability of the individual to filter, dissect and evaluate the bugs that stick to the windshield and forgo those that miss the mark or fall to the road.