"Why is it that right-wing bastards always stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, while liberals fall out among themselves?"
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The line lands like a barbed joke, but its bite is political survival, not comedy. Yevtushenko is less interested in praising the right than in diagnosing an asymmetry: reactionaries often win not because their ideas are better, but because their coalition-building is brutal, simple, and disciplined. “Shoulder to shoulder” is a military image, suggesting ranks, obedience, and a shared willingness to suppress internal differences for the sake of power. By contrast, “liberals fall out among themselves” frames liberalism as a temperament as much as an ideology: argumentative, pluralistic, forever litigating purity, strategy, and language.
The insult (“bastards”) isn’t decorative. It signals moral clarity without offering a comforting solution. He’s implying that outrage alone doesn’t organize; it can even fragment. The subtext is a critique of the liberal self-image: if you pride yourself on nuance, dissent, and individual conscience, you also inherit the chronic weakness of coordination. Liberalism’s virtues become its vulnerabilities in moments when politics turns into a contact sport.
Context matters: Yevtushenko wrote from inside the Soviet and post-Soviet century, where ideological camps were not abstract and the costs of disunity could be existential. For a poet who navigated state power, thaw-era hope, and backlash, solidarity isn’t a feel-good slogan; it’s the difference between being heard and being erased. The quote is a dare to liberals: keep your scruples, but learn the right’s talent for unity, or watch your principles lose on procedural grounds.
The insult (“bastards”) isn’t decorative. It signals moral clarity without offering a comforting solution. He’s implying that outrage alone doesn’t organize; it can even fragment. The subtext is a critique of the liberal self-image: if you pride yourself on nuance, dissent, and individual conscience, you also inherit the chronic weakness of coordination. Liberalism’s virtues become its vulnerabilities in moments when politics turns into a contact sport.
Context matters: Yevtushenko wrote from inside the Soviet and post-Soviet century, where ideological camps were not abstract and the costs of disunity could be existential. For a poet who navigated state power, thaw-era hope, and backlash, solidarity isn’t a feel-good slogan; it’s the difference between being heard and being erased. The quote is a dare to liberals: keep your scruples, but learn the right’s talent for unity, or watch your principles lose on procedural grounds.
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| Topic | Freedom |
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