Remembering a Dissident: Yuri Glazov

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One day, when I was nine years old, my father and I were on our way to Church. As we neared the entrance, I spat on the ground. Reflexively, my dad’s arm shot out across my chest like a railway barrier, blocking my motion forward. We stood there, frozen in time, for some three seconds until my father uttered, in a very serious but patient way: “It is ok to spit outside of KGB headquarters, but never in front of a place such as this.” I registered the message and indicated my understanding — and we proceeded on our way.

That was my dad’s moral clarity and sharp, quick-witted way with words; and the sacred values that spawned those words made a profound impression on me from the moment of my birth. I was born into a family of Russian dissidents who put their clenched fists up and went toe-to-toe with the Evil Empire.

Throughout my youth, my dad shared many stories with me, which included how he had always been aware, even in his youth, that he existed in a slave camp masquerading as a country and that he perpetually dreamed of escaping it. He spent his young years studying maps, trying to decipher which body of water he could swim across to escape the communist paradise he languished in. But his life ended up going a different way: he confronted the slave masters, rather than escaping the prison they had built.

My father was a scholar at the Soviet Academy of Sciences and a professor at Moscow State University. His main field of study concerned Oriental languages and cultures, with a specialty in the Chinese, Sanskrit and Tamil areas. Despite his rewarding career, my dad put everything on the line and began to attend human rights demonstrations in Moscow on behalf of political prisoners. He also started to sign letters of protest against the political repressions that were heightening in the country in the 1960s, connected as they were to the re-Stalinization of the Soviet Union after the Khrushchev thaw. The activities my dad engaged in could land a Soviet citizen in the gulag or a psychiatric hospital for decades.

On February 24, 1968, my father signed the Letter of Twelve, a letter written and signed by twelve Soviet dissidents to the Supreme Congress of Communist Parties in Budapest denouncing Soviet human rights abuses. He was immediately fired from his work for being “unprofessional” in his scholarly studies (even though he previously had received high praise for his academic studies).

The picture of my dad, shown above, was taken by a friend who had come to visit him the evening of the day he was expelled from the Academy. My father had been at a meeting at the closed section of the Supreme Soviet of Scholars. Before the committee announced his expulsion, he had delivered a strong speech about political repressions in the country and finished by talking about his hope that the days of freedom would one day come to his beloved Russia.

After his expulsion, my father received a labor card with a special secret code that meant that he was blacklisted and could not receive employment anywhere in the country. He even tried to get a job cleaning streets, but was refused once an employer saw the poisoned markings. In a Soviet Catch-22, because of his “unemployment,” the KGB began to persecute my father for “parasitism” — a law in the Soviet Union that criminalized unemployed people and subsequently shipped them off to labor camps in Siberia.

Under these circumstances, my dad’s health broke down. He became very sick, came down with sepsis (blood poisoning) and was hospitalized. The Communist Party was as cold and unforgiving as the Siberian winter, and the KGB sharks waited for him to either die or to arrive home from his sickbed, upon which they would continue their persecution of him. Because of very brave friends like Dr. Anna Marshak who provided Western medication to my father, he survived. His sickness and several other developments threw the unfolding narrative down a different path.

During this time, a friend of our family’s told my dad that, under vicious harassment by the KGB (they had discovered an affair she was having and threatened to tell her husband), she had agreed to be a witness for them in a trial against my father that would charge (and convict) him of selling foreign currency and drugs on the black market (which she would place in our apartment). Upon hearing this, my dad knew the KGB was going for the jugular and that he only had one hand left to play. He immediately sent a letter to the Department for Exit Visas in which he said: give me a job or let me out of the country. Shortly afterwards, in April 1972, before Nixon’s visit to Moscow — and perhaps because of that visit — my father received the Exit Visa to emigrate from the Soviet Union. In escaping the Soviet hell, he was able to bring his family to the West.

[My family, after my father was expelled from the Academy.  I’m the youngest, with my older brother and sister behind me. My mom is above my brother to dad’s right.]

My father never stopped fighting the Soviet system and the murderous, anti-human ideology that spawned it. He never fell into silence about the genocide and monstrous oppression communism engendered everywhere it set foot. He was always outspoken on behalf of political prisoners that languished in communist gulags around the world. I grew up in this spirit that my dad (and mom) nurtured in our family, and my heart and mind, from a young age, were preoccupied with the fate and sufferings of political dissidents fighting and suffering under totalitarian regimes.

I am eternally grateful to my father, and to my mother, for having instilled in me one of the highest values in life, which we find in Hebrews 13:3: Remember those in prison as if you were their fellow prisoners, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering.

And that is precisely that value that explains why I am at Frontpage Magazine today, fighting on the front lines alongside a noble warrior like David Horowitz on behalf of freedom fighters everywhere, and in particular the brave Christians, Jews, Muslim dissidents and all other minorities and peoples who are being viciously persecuted under Islamist tyranny.

When my dad arrived in the U.S. via Italy, he first taught at New York University and then at Boston College as Professor of Russian Studies. He then moved to Canada in 1975 to teach at the Department of Russian Studies at Dalhousie University. He loved to teach Fyodor Dostoevsky and the history of Russian ideas.

[My mom and dad in Italy in 1972 when we first left the Soviet Union.]

In 1992, the Soviet Academy of Sciences apologized to my father for persecuting him earlier, and now invited him to re-establish scholarly contacts. In the mid-1990s, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, my father received a document from the Sakharov Archives located in Boston. Dated February 19, 1971, it was a top secret letter written by Yuri Andropov, leader of the KGB at the time, to the Central Committee of the Communist Party. Filled with obscene lies and clear self-induced lies, it accused my dad of terrorism and espionage, indicating the kind of trial the KGB was preparing for my dad in those horrifying years. This document proves how much the KGB hated dissidents and spread the most vicious lies about them (being CIA agents etc.).

Bugging the regular conversations of my father with Sakharov, mostly in Sakharov’s apartment, the KGB deliberately distorted the discussions, parts of which dealt with the history of terrorism in Russia. The so-called “espionage” of my father was based on his correspondence with international scholars in his field, which my father dared to conduct in those dangerous years. Naturally, his letters were perlustrated and listed in the KGB files.

My father published numerous books and articles in both Russian and English. The two books that became best known were, The Russian Mind Since Stalin’s Death and To Be or Not to Be in the Party: Communist Party Membership in the USSR.

My dad died of cancer on March 15, 1998. It was before the Vladimir Putin period, but my father already gauged, with great disappointment, what was happening in his beloved homeland. He understood the disaster and tragedy concerning the future moral health of his country when Nuremberg-style trials did not follow the collapse of the Soviet Union. The crimes and atrocities of Soviet communism – and the ideology that engendered the mass murder of 60 million people – were all supposed to be revealed and condemned. The secret KGB archives were supposed to be opened. The exposure and judgment of high ranking KGB officers and communist officials were supposed to take place in front of the whole world. Instead, these criminals and mafia figures remained in power — just in new clothing and using new language.

New school textbooks were supposed to be introduced – like those in post-war Germany that dealt honestly with the crimes of the Nazi era. It is impossible to imagine Hitler being praised in today’s German school texts or his glorified portrait being hung high in the streets of Germany. But in Russia, the mirror image of that horror happened and still continues today.

So, today, with Putin and his KGB thugs and murderers still in power, we witnessed, a few years back, the preparation for the 65th anniversary celebration of the Soviet victory in WWII marked with portraits of Joseph Stalin as the country’s victorious war-time leader. This is no surprise, of course, since Putin has overseen a strong pining for Stalin in Russia, which manifested itself in a beverage plant in Volgograd releasing a series of soft drinks picturing the dictator on its labels and in the introduction of new textbooks in schools speaking of the mass murderer as, among other things, an “effective manager.”

What would my father have thought of all of these developments if he were alive today? So many dissidents sacrificed their lives fighting for freedom in the Soviet Union. For what? Russia was given the window of opportunity to choose freedom in the early 1990s, but it chose to turn its back on this historic opportunity. My father shared the same fate as many of his friends and other dissidents: if you avoided being murdered, you passed away early from cancer or other illnesses. One can only imagine what terrible stress these freedom fighters endured for the sake of bringing liberty to their nation. Was it all in vain?

I don’t think it was. What my father and the other courageous warriors did was meaningful in its own right. Moreover, the struggle my father’s life valiantly represented lives on. Today, each of us can help keep the flame for Russian freedom alive and to help the brave Russian people fighting for justice and liberty.

Each of us can also take a stand against the threat of Islamic Supremacism, which has replaced the threat of communism to western civilization today, and we can also resist the leftist agenda, which we know is bent on aiding and abetting Jihad and stealth Jihad.

From a young age, I set out to carry the torch for my dad in terms of everything he stood and fought for. I make that effort today as the editor of David Horowitz’s magazine Frontpagemag.comwhich is on the front-lines in exposing our enemies,  at home and abroad, and in devising the best strategies to defend our civilization and freedom from them. I also honor my dad’s memory and continue his cause by hosting the web-tv show, The Glazov Gang (with the help of my magnificent producer Anni Cyrus), which dares to tell the truth about the Left and Islamic Supremacism that our media and culture simply won’t dare discuss.

(The Glazov Gang is one of the significant markers in existence today that publicly keeps alive who my dad was, what he believed in, and what he fought for. If you would like to help keep my dad’s legacy alive, and to help support us in his and our fight for the truth and for freedom, please go to

I would like to thank everyone who has taken the time here to read about my father.  And I am most grateful to all of you who will help, in your own personal way, to try to make sure that my dad’s battle – and the battle of so many freedom fighters and martyrs who rose and fell fighting totalitarian systems — will not be forgotten. Thank you.

To learn more about Yuri Glazov, watch Jamie Glazov discuss his family background in the interview with Ann-Marie Murrell , and in Josh Brewster’s 2-part series,  below:

Ann-Marie Murrell’s interview with Jamie:

Josh Brewster’s Interview, Part I:

Josh Brewster’s Interview, Part II:

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10 thoughts on “Remembering a Dissident: Yuri Glazov”

  1. Your father would be so proud of you. May you be reunited in paradise one day- where not only freedom but justice reigns. Thank you for sharing this.

  2. Yuri Glazov was a great and good man whose example shows that there is sometimes a price to pay for doing the right thing. When those around are evil or complicit in evil, we must do what we can, even if it seems to be useless. Look at the result of Glazov’s life! He seemingly lost, but his son carries on his important work of inspiring the resistance to totalitarianism.

  3. Together with a friend of mine, we visited the memorial site of Aqsa Parvez in Jerusalem park in 2013. It is a very beautiful place. A Muslim girl was, even by Pamela Geller a place in a Jewish remembrance place.

  4. Thank you for this moving tribute. As I was reading, I found myself thinking over and over, “I wish I’d known him.”

    I may not have met him, but I have “met” you, Jamie, even if only through your writings and videos. You have honored his name and furthered his legacy.

    May the Lord keep giving you strength and courage to continue your fight for freedom. And may He give you joy! This is a difficult and wearying fight.

    But we know that Christ has already conquered all evil, all lies, and death itself. His truth and justice will prevail, even though it may not seem so right now. That is where our joy is found.

    Never give up. Never give in. We love you, Jamie, along with your colleagues, and all of those others – known and unknown – who continue to stand for freedom all over this dark world regardless of the cost.

  5. Thank you for sharing the story of your father with us, Jamie. We must always remember that on person can make a difference!

  6. Jamie,
    Incredible story, and tribute to your father, Yuri… his honour, passion, integrity, and fight against evil… that’s exactly what it is… evil.
    And the apple doesn’t fall from the tree… good on you, Jamie.
    Keep up the good work… the world needs more like you.
    God bless, and keep punchin’,
    Earl S.

  7. Jamie, I remember when this interview first aired, and I also saw the episode of Hannity shown in the two clips, and I just had to watch it again!! Now I am going to grab my copy of United IN Hate and re-read it!! You are a blessing and a courageous man!!

  8. Thank you for sharing the incredible true story of your beloved father whom you loved so much. He is one of the many intellectuals of Russia who despised the totalitarian communism to speak out about the real face of communism. My the Good Lord grant rest to his soul with the just.
    God be with you and with your loved ones.

  9. I remember your father very fondly as my Intro to Russian professor back in 1991 at Dalhousie University. He was such an intelligent, humorous and interesting man, and shared many fascinating stories with us. This was during the time when the Soviet empire was crumbling, and everything was changing – but of course our textbook was still all about the Soviet Union. Very interesting times indeed! I remember how kind your father was to me during a very difficult time in my academic and personal life – I feel very privileged to have been one of his students. All the best to you and your family, and thank you for sharing more about him with us.

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