I Once Supported Putin. Now I Know the Truth. – POLITICO

My friends and I had heard enough talk about Putin being corrupt to believe it. We were finally old enough to vote, and we took it seriously we researched the candidates, debated their campaign promises. Most of us liked Mikhail Prokhorov, an oligarch who promised to reverse the constitutional amendments and crack down on state propaganda and corruption. It felt like our generation, one that grew up under Putin, could finally make a change. Even my grandmothers confidence in Putin was shaken, and my whole family considered other candidates.

But something changed at the last moment there was a wave of negative press against Prokhorov and positive press for Putin. It felt like Russia needed someone experienced to protect us, and Putin was the only choice. I felt defeated and confused when the election day came. One of my friends felt the same way. Putin is the only rational choice now, and my unused ballot will automatically count for him anyway, she told me.

It came as no surprise that Putin was re-elected amidst allegations of fraud.

To my shame, it was the annexation of Crimea that placed me squarely into the pro-Putin camp. The Euromaidan revolution of 2013-2014 in Ukraine received a decent amount of airtime on Russian news. But instead of showing Ukrainians protesting a corrupt government and successfully ousting pro-Russia President Viktor Yanukovych, the Russian narrative painted the new Ukrainian government as a fascist gang and extolled Putins effort to save Crimea and its ethnic-Russian population from fascist rule. The process was democratic, the propaganda swore. I remember seeing a photo online of an allegedly Crimean apartment building with many Russian flags hanging out of the windows and thinking that this was the most genuine piece of evidence one might need. My dad heard somewhere that even our hometown welcomed Ukrainian refugees, that Russians were giving up their spots in line for social assistance. I gained a respect for Putin I didnt have before.

It was easier to accept the Kremlin line as truth than to question each confusing argument, one by one.

According to the Levada Center, an independent Russian polling and research organization, Putins popularity spiked from 69 percent in Feb. 2013 to 82 percent in April 2014. Propaganda poured out from everywhere, and it overwhelmed me. It was easier to accept the Kremlin line as truth than to question each confusing argument, one by one. I came to believe that Western attacks on Putins actions were synonymous with attacks on my country. My concept of patriotism twisted into blind support of Russia. This time, I didnt discuss it with my friends, but I was certain they felt the same way.

Over the past years, it has become even harder for the casual news consumer in Russia to find independent media. The new difficulty has risen since the war in Ukraine started, with Putin signing a law that threatens anyone spreading fake news, or a non-Kremlin-approved narrative, with fines or up to 15 years in jail. Some news outlets froze their operations and many journalists left the country. Russians who still want to get real news use VPN to access the news websites that the Kremlin banned. For others, like my parents, its a flood of propaganda on TV and in print as well as social media.

Everything changed when I moved to West Virginia in January 2016 for a second bachelors degree. I wasnt actively political, but whenever the chance came up, I defended Putin and Russia against what I thought was American propaganda. One time, my friends were watching a documentary about what happened in Crimea, and I launched into a rant about everything being either fake or just an unfair case of cherry-picking. Surely there were no Russian tanks in Crimea, and Russians didnt kill anyone. Often, I would pull out that photo of the apartment building with Russian flags as proof. Most of the time, people on the other side of such rants either didnt care enough to argue or were too polite to challenge me.

But slowly, my suspicion that something was off with the Kremlins narrative started to grow. Moving to the U.S. physically removed me from the fresh supply of propaganda only the occasional pro-Putin arguments made their way to me through talks with my parents. And I fell in love with journalism after joining the college newspaper, learning how to gather and vet information.

Carrier says she wasnt actively political, but whenever the chance came up, she defended Putin and Russia against what she thought was American propaganda.|VASILY MAXIMOV/AFP via Getty Images

When the first news of Russias influence on the 2016 presidential election came out, I defended Russia to whomever would listen. Russian propaganda wasnt there to supply me with facts, so I read credible English-language reporting and couldnt make sense of it. It felt so black and white, nothing close to the real world.

I shared my confusion with my father back in Russia. I know what they teach us in journalism classes. I know how articles are put together and that journalists value facts. At what level of a news organization do lies about Russia make it into stories? I wondered.

It finally clicked for me at the end of the summer of 2017, after I spent some time surrounded by serious reporters. I got pushback on some of my claims that Russia saved Crimea and that Putin would never harm other nations. I went to a conference for journalists in Arizona and told one or two very successful reporters that the U.S. media was misled about Russia. Their quiet amusement got under my skin. One reporter whose work I admired just politely smiled and gave me a funny look. Another one, with the same kind of look, found my opinion interesting and quickly introduced me to his friend. I wasnt credible, and it was confusing or even entertaining to others, I realized.

Everything I believed about Russia, the world and myself came crashing down. It was disorientating and lonely. I couldnt talk to my parents because they were still pro-Putin. I couldnt talk to my Russian friends about it either they either ignored politics or got defensive, pushing whatever views they had as the only correct ones. My friends in the U.S. couldnt grasp the magnitude of personal loss. I didnt know who I was or what I believed anymore.

Carrier says she was surprised to learn that so much of what she considered common knowledge came from propaganda and conspiracy theories.|Jon Elswick/AP Photo

The next semester, an international relations class helped me work through my need to find a good guy after Russia lost the title. I learned that theres no such a thing as a good guy in international politics, that the world is more complicated than that. I leaned on Sally, a professor passionate about Russian politics, and with book recommendations and many talks, she guided me through the process of piecing together the truth about Russian politics and history. I would drop by her small office on a nearly daily basis to talk about what Id read in the books Sally had lent me the mass graves from Stalins repressions, the poisoning of Alexander Litvinenko, the corruption and vindictiveness of Putin. We also talked about my parents their beliefs began to resemble conspiracy theories, revolving around a central theme that there was a centuries-old effort to cover up Russian greatness. They believed opposing things at the same time, going from Putin is so corrupt to Putin is the best thing to have happened to Russia in one conversation.

I was surprised to learn that so much of what I considered common knowledge came from propaganda and conspiracy theories. No, Ukraine hadnt been stealing Russian gas for years. No, Hillary Clinton wasnt behind the 2011 protests in Russia. No, Barack Obama isnt Muslim (Im ashamed to say I fact-checked this one just a couple of years ago). Ive done so much work to fix the damage, but every now and then I still catch myself using some nonsense as an argument rooted in what I think is history or science, and I have to reexamine my thinking.

This experience is common among people who have abandoned beliefs that once shaped their identities. My husband, an American who was raised Catholic, had a similar experience reevaluating his relationship with religion in high school. Through my reporting on QAnon, I met people who reconstructed their beliefs after they realized their conspiracy-fueled upbringings were filled with falsehoods. Those who quit QAnon describe the same sense of disorientation and political homelessness.

Sally and I still talk books and politics sometimes, and she recently told me that she had no clue how crucial shed been to my transformation. Without her, I would have slid back into propaganda or lost my mind.

My political realignment wasnt easy for my parents either. Its one thing to let your child move across the globe its quite another thing to watch the move change her, making it harder and harder to discuss things that were once common knowledge. We couldnt easily share what was on our minds when it came to politics. Most of the time, to avoid propaganda-fueled disagreement, we avoided the topic altogether.

Then, on Feb. 24, Russia invaded Ukraine, and everything changed. Suddenly, those political disagreements had very real and very bloody consequences. Russian propaganda intensified, capitalizing on the generational trauma of World War II by calling Ukrainians Nazis to justify the invasion.

My father called me the next day for emotional support. I could tell that he was just as crushed as I was. Something about his manner of speaking when he said, Were doing this to take out the Nazis, revealed a need for reassurance. I should have pushed back then he later told me he had doubts at the beginning of the war. But now hes done his research, and hes sure Russia did the right thing. A few days after the war started, my mom sent me a message, warning me that even liking posts critical of Russia was participating in informational warfare. Then she started sending me audios suggesting I send positive thoughts to Ukraine to even out the negative in the world.

This bloodshed has forced me to understand that there is a moral duty to stop this war and this propaganda-fueled monster.

My parents and I moved even farther apart. They are growing more patriotic about Russians taking out Nazis and saving civilians. They believe the crimes Russian soldiers are committing against Ukrainians are either committed by Ukrainians themselves or staged.

I have thrown my energy into reporting on Ukraine and the damage Russians have caused. For one story, I spoke with refugees who fled their homes and told me horrid stories of what they saw the bombings of civilian apartment buildings, the unprovoked shooting of civilians. The news media provided many more accounts of crimes: sexual violence against women and children; the images of bodies lying in Bucha; a genocide against the people Russian propaganda still claims to be our brothers and sisters.

My father and I discussed me writing about the war once. He hadnt read my stories and he didnt agree with my position, but he was proud of me for standing up for what I thought was right. My parents sacrificed a lot for me to be able to move to the U.S., even though they deeply dislike the American government. They supported me every step of the way. Recently, I discussed their political position with my Russian friend who knows them, and she was quite surprised to hear it. Your parents? Really? she asked. My parents aligning themselves with the Kremlin doesnt really make sense they are smart, educated, inquisitive, kind. They had more advantages than many Russians exposed to propaganda, but it still got to them.

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