Breaking The Iron Curtain:Operation “Exodus”

This week the Kansas City’s Jewish Community will be commemorating the 20th anniversary of the Operation Exodus – a massive  effort to resettle the Soviet Jews in North America and Israel. Over a million Jews left the USSR between the years 1970-1995 with a large percentage being welcomed by the communities in the United States. The history of the Jewish emigration out of the USSR has its share of political conflicts and controversies, but the sincerity and generosity of the American citizens trying to help the Soviet Jews is beyond any doubt and is the source of unending gratitude from the recipients of this effort.
When we were leaving in 1992 I didn’t know about any of this: political and humanitarian efforts, 250,000 people marching in Washington in 1987, the Lautenberg Amendment – everything that led to us walking out of the TWA terminal of the Kansas City International airport on a hot October day wearing full winter gear.

By the time of our departure the “iron curtain” had an equivalent of a highway going through it, a road laid out by the thousands of people who made the trip before us, starting with a trickle of refuseniks who spent years being denied the right to leave, and ending with a true exodus of the Jewish population. Everyone knew or was related to someone who had already left, was in the process of leaving or was at least entertaining the idea.

The process was pretty streamlined, and a certain amount of bribes and extortion money made it run relatively smooth.

From obtaining the passports….

 

 


…to an interview at the American Embassy in Moscow, a place where I first got to see real Marines and drop ceilings, to an anxious wait for the telegram with the life-changing words.

The Actual Telegram from the migration bureau stating that we were approved and need to appear to receive the paperwork and schedule the flight out.

The Official Letter of Approval

The reverse side of the letter of admission. The facing page is in Russian

Few months later our passports were being stamped by an INS officer at the JFK airport.

I only remember bits and pieces from that time. Flashbacks of trips to Moscow, standing in line near the embassy, first time lighting a cigarette in front of my Mom, medical tests, trying to get rid of our possessions, tearing up “non-essential” photographs, train ride, last customs search, first international flight, Brussels, JFK, St.Louis, etc., etc., etc. A blur of events and faces, places and things…

Many people shared their emigration stories full of drama, tears, heartbreak, hard work, success, joy, fulfillment and hope; mine doesn’t seem so interesting in comparison. I left relatively young and just took it one step at a time always looking forward to the next day. People who came here as a part of Operation Exodus became business owners and engineers, scientists and doctors, the likes of the Google co-founder Sergei Brin and actress Mila Kunis; many achieved professional and financial success, others had a chance to give the best education to their children.

On a smaller scale, I count as my personal successes making Kansas City intimately familiar with the Soviet 1970’s pop-music and spreading the eggplant recipes to the remote areas of the State of Missouri.

Over the years since we immigrated here, I had my share of joys and disappointments; many times the reality turned out to be quite different from what I imagined; some of my ideals were shattered and the other ones were formed but one thing will always remain with me – the people who welcomed us here, provided the things we needed, helped us make this city home, drove us to the appointments, taught me to drive, helped with the resume, and did countless other things to make us feel wanted. Some of these people were related to us, but the majority were just members of the community whom we never had a chance to properly thank.

All these people who helped, marched, contributed and just provided moral support should be proud of themselves – their efforts changed countless lives to the better; their charity and sacrifice will be forever appreciated.

Thank You.

  • Nuke

    I didn’t know this story, and by that I mean the whole Exodus thing. Thank you much for sharing.

  • I travel for JOOLS

    Thank you for writing your story. I was quite moved by your gratitude and happy for you and your family.

  • Great entry. I’m glad you made it to this particular place. Who else would have taught me ways to use eggplant?

    I’m still watching for the entry about whether, or how much, you miss Russia.

    • Well, I probably should not be speaking for Meesha, so I will share my own perspective, and then you can extrapolate.  I am from the same place Meesha is from, but since 1989 I live in San Diego, CA.
      No, I don’t miss Russia, or Ukraine for that matter.  That was a crappy country, and still is.  Now the old Communist government got replaced by non-ideological corrupt government.  You still have to bribe government officials to get anywhere in life.
      I am a naturalized American, and very proud of my adopted homeland.  I am also very grateful to it.
      I do feel nostalgic about the city I grew up in: Odessa.  I hope to take my girls there in a couple of years to show them around, when my younger one is old enough to enjoy it.  Given that Meesha is a Jew from Odessa, like I am, I suspect that his feelings on the subject of missing the old country and the city of Odessa are similar to mine.
      Best regards,
      Eric.

  • midtown miscreant

    I think your story strikes as resonant a chord as any of the others, maybe more so because it’s always been honest and free of hype. Glad you made it. Lunch in the next couple of weeks?

  • I hope you can join the Jewish Federation tomorrow night at our Annual Meeting, where we will celebrate the 20th Anniversary of Operation Exodus as a community. This effort truly wouldn’t have happened without everyone’s involvement. We are also celebrating the riches brought to our community by former Soviet emgigres from this time. Go to http://www.jewishkansascity.org/page.aspx?id=224044 to find out details of the event.

  • Grace

    Beautiful. Really. And that photo of you–you look so young and yet so vintage. Straight out of the 1930s!

    • that’s because it’s black and white

  • Wow, Karla Libknehta 45?  I lived on Pushkinskaya 30, corner of Pushkinskaya and Bebelya.  Which school did you go to?  119, by any chance?
    Eric.

    • 119 of course 🙂

      • When did you graduate?
        Eric.

        • I left after 8th grade in 84. Started in 1976 Faina Arkadyevna’s class

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