
Write me a letter, a letter about anything.
Remember how in 2017, Alexei traveled all over Russia during his presidential campaign? More than 50 cities in less than a year. He was very tired. But he came back from each trip with absolutely sparkling eyes.
Communication with people was important to him. He wanted to be the kind of politician that understands the real Russia, with all its complexities and peculiarities. This helped him come up with ideas that would benefit everyone…That’s why he was so good at being their representative, at being our representative…
And then what happened, happened. The arrests, the war, Alexei’s murder. Life changed completely. We found ourselves scattered all over the world…
Maybe you remember in Alice in Wonderland the White Rabbit says to Alice, darling, this is the kind of place where you have to run as fast as you can just to stay in the same place, and to get somewhere else you have to run twice as fast…I’m ready to run as fast as I can.
Write to me about anything, about what seems important to you right now, about what helps you hold on. Write to me at letter@yulianavalnaya.com
Dear Yulia,
I meant to write to you back in February 2024, the morning your husband was killed in a frozen Arctic gulag that failed to swallow his light. The news I dreaded seemed to crackle from the phone to my heart, suffocating me at the bottom of the Polar sea, like a brinicle, a finger of death paralyzing everything in its reach.
I’m deeply saddened and sorry that Alexei was taken from you and your family, and also from all of us around the world who remain awed and inspired by his courage to champion democracy and truth against oppression and persecution, always unafraid. During his campaign, you and he must have been on fire with hope and conviction, determined to deliver democracy to the people of Russia.
Recently, you invited people to write to you about what seems important, or anything at all, though I think you were asking Russians at home and in diaspora. I wish I could write to you as a Russian and reminisce with you about daily life in your homeland, the wonderful and not so wonderful, the flavors and sights, the casual conversations with friends and neighbors, even the fears and frustrations, and what is yet to come in society, economics, and politics. I don’t know what it is to be Russian, but I understand the cost to humanity when corrupt and barbaric people accrete power and otherwise decent human beings stay quiet. As tyranny spreads, we fearfully, incrementally yield our rights and the rights of others, gradually becoming less human until we somehow tolerate poisonings, disappearances, torture, and murder. In contrast, Alexei refused this moral descent. During his funeral and in the following days, we saw how many thousands of people also rejected intimidation and fear to pay their respects to the man who inspired them.
Please know that I wrote to President Putin three times asking for Alexei’s release. In one letter, I quoted Yevgeny Yevtushenko’s poem, “Dwarf birches” and one night, when I worried that Alexei’s condition was critical, I sent an email to the Kremlin. It seems feeble, I know, but such is our world that this was all I knew to do. I wish Alexei could be with you.
What seems important to me lately is your voice, the voice of Alexei Navalny and Catherine Connolly and likeminded leaders defending a rights-driven politics that serves the people, defends our rights, and protects us from the brutality of dictatorship. What’s important to me is speaking up and speaking the truth. Truth is the most important thing.
I’m so pleased to write to you and share how much your video messages inspire me, and I look forward to reading Patriot with Alexei’s voice alive again in his written words.
Take good care and please stay safe,



