When I was a kid, the Russians were our enemies. They had a bazillion nuclear missiles aimed right at us and they were working day and night to take over the world and turn us all into communists. That’s what we thought — and they thought the same of us.
Then, suddenly, the Russians weren’t our enemies. What had been the Soviet Union collapsed into an economic mess under the weight of almost a century of socialism. Suddenly, I was meeting real, live, flesh-and-blood Russians who were moving to this country. Other than mild communication problems and seriously different tastes in food, I quickly found out that I liked the Russians I met. They tended to be bright, well-educated and interesting. I learned to like our new friends as they started learning economic and political freedom. We had nothing to fear from Russia.
By this point, it seems that the truth is a lot more complicated than either of the stories I’ve believed about Russia in the past. They’re not the Red Menace, but they’re also not a free people living in a stable society with a clear future.
The Russian elections over the weekend are an example of just how far the country has to achieve even basic levels of political stability. I think our system is immoral and coercive, but the Russian government under the control of Vladimir Putin makes ours look positively like something from the Sumer of Love. Hundreds of people have been arrested there this week during protests of serious election fraud this time.
But what do typical Russians think about the situation? Is the anger and frustration over fraud — and over the direction of the country — overblown in media reports here? I asked a couple of Russian friends what they think. Both still live in Russia, so I’m not using their real names.

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