Born in the USSR, lived in Nazi-laden Ukraine, then became a US citizen.
Good morning from Pennsylvania to all you wonderful Patriots across America and the world! This picture was taken the day we became citizens. I was so very nervous.
Most people want more followers for their ego, or just to be heard or for monetization. My reason is not any of the above, I survived both communism in the Soviet Union as well as neo-Nazism in the year + that I lived in Ukraine. I have a lot to say about these topics and the reason you should care about what I have to say is that the United States, just this past November, barely missed becoming a fascistic Marxist state under Kamala Harris and Tim Walz.
Harris’ father is a Marxist professor and she’s learned under his tutelage while Walz is your run-of-the-mill college-educated socialist. Just because the American people came out in record numbers to re-elect President Donald Trump this does not mean we are out of danger. Our House and Senate are infested with those who call themselves any of the offending names: Marxist, Socialist, Communist. And all of their assistants, advisers, and employees are also members of this demonic trilogy. But something relatively new has sprouted its wings. Fascistic Communism.
Try to imagine the wedding of Hitleresque fascism with Marxism.
Sure, Marxism already had traces of fascism, but it morphed into something far more imposing, dangerous, threatening, and potentially deadly. In my 54 years on this planet I learned to navigate through both communism and fascism plus I’ve become a student of Capitalism making me a threat to the very people I’ve been mentioning in this post, I want to help ALL Americans, Republicans, Democrats, Libertarians, etc. to know what to look for when fascism and communism come slithering their slimy selves into our lives and into our governments. This is why I am turning to YOU all. I would appreciate it if you would share this to say that I may be able to reach as many Americans of all political parties as possible.
I believe God gave me this mission and I could use your help.
I was born in Leningrad, Soviet Union, where my earliest memories are colored by endless bread lines—a stark reminder of the poverty that gripped our family. School in the Soviet Union was mired down by the lies of communism, shaping my early understanding of the world around me.
One poignant memory stands out from my childhood. While waiting in line with my mama and two sisters, we witnessed an older woman crying as if the world was about to end due to nuclear war. Curious and concerned, I asked my mama, “Why is she crying like that?” My mother’s response was both cryptic and profound: “She has a certain kind of sickness. A sad sickness.”
At the time, I couldn’t grasp the full meaning of her words. As I grew older, I came to understand that my mother was referring to the overwhelming sadness that consumed many due to the misery of everyday life under communist rule, not just in the Soviet Union, but anywhere such a system prevailed.
In 1985, my father Boris Morozov’s desperate circumstances led him to associate with individuals who would later form the Tambovskaya Bratva, a decision born of necessity rather than choice. Growing up in this oppressive environment, I developed an intense desire to leave the Soviet Union by my pre-teen years, though such a dream seemed impossible at the time.
Our family’s struggles were amplified by the harsh realities of Communist rule. We lived in constant fear of state intrusion into our private lives, enduring food shortages and a lack of basic necessities. The promised equality of the system was a facade, masking widespread corruption and deprivation. Education, while free, was heavily censored and designed to indoctrinate rather than enlighten.
The stark contrast between party officials’ lifestyles and our daily hardships was a bitter pill to swallow, highlighting the hypocrisy of the regime. Our meager existence was further strained by state control over employment and housing. The pervasive sense of hopelessness, with little prospect for improvement, shaped my worldview and fueled my determination to seek a better life.
It was during secondary school (what would be considered high school) years that I met Ygor, who would later become my husband. We married a year later and were soon blessed with a son. Our life was about to take a dramatic turn with the fall of the Iron Curtain in 1989.
This momentous event allowed Ygor, our young son, and me to move from Leningrad to Donetsk, Ukraine 2 years later. While we were grateful to be closer to family, our time in Donetsk was marked by unease. The presence of intimidating Ukrainian neo-Nazi groups, which we came to recognize as neo-Nazis, made life as unlivable as it had been under communist rule in the Soviet Union. Our stay in Ukraine lasted only about a year, but it left a lasting impression on our family.
Seeking a fresh start and true freedom, we made the life-changing decision to emigrate to the United States in 1991. We settled in Ephrata, Pennsylvania, a world away from the life we had known. The journey to becoming American citizens was both challenging and rewarding. On a memorable day in 1996, Ygor and I took the Oath of Allegiance in Lancaster, PA, officially becoming citizens of the United States.
Embracing the opportunities our new home offered, I enrolled in nursing school at Millersville University of Pennsylvania. After completing my studies, I began working at Pine Run Retirement Community, where I found fulfillment in caring for others.
Meanwhile, Ygor pursued his entrepreneurial dreams. He became owner of a grocery in Philadelphia, PA, establishing himself as a successful businessman in our adopted country. This achievement was particularly meaningful given our humble beginnings and the challenges we faced as immigrants.
It’s important to note that while we have family connections to individuals involved in organized crime – Ygor’s uncle is Semion Mogilevich, a known Russian gangster – neither Ygor nor I have followed my father’s or Ygor’s uncle’s path into criminal activities. We have always strived to build our lives and businesses through honest, legal means, embracing the opportunities that America has offered us.
As I settled into my new life, an unexpected passion began to take root. Over the past decade, I’ve developed a keen interest in the cryptids of North America, with a particular focus on Bigfoot, also known as Sasquatch or forest giants. This fascination has led me to embark on extensive research, culminating in a book I’m currently writing on North American cryptids, slated for release in 2025.
Since arriving in the United States, our family has grown. I am now the mother of 2 girls and 2 boys. Both of my sons are becoming active in US Politics and are considering running for office, one local and one state. My older daughter is considering running for the federal congress. I am so proud of my children who have used the plight of myself and my husband, both of whom were raised in communist Soviet Union, as inspiration.
They are bright and they understand how the world works.
As I reflect on the journey that has brought me from the bread lines of Leningrad to the freedom and prosperity of America, I am filled with a profound sense of gratitude and wonder. The path has been neither straight nor easy, marked by hardships that once seemed insurmountable and joys that I could scarcely have imagined in my youth.
The contrast between the life I left behind and the one I now lead is stark. Where once I knew only scarcity and fear, I have found abundance and hope. The oppressive weight of totalitarian rule has been replaced by the liberating air of freedom. The lies that once clouded my vision have given way to the clear light of truth and opportunity.
Yet, I do not view my past with bitterness, but rather with a deep appreciation for the lessons it has taught me. The struggles of my early years forged in me a resilience that has served me well in my adopted homeland. The deprivations I experienced instilled a lasting gratitude for the simple freedoms that many take for granted. The darkness I knew in my youth has made the light of my present life shine all the brighter.
As I watch my children embrace the political process of our adopted country, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of pride and hope. Their engagement in our Constitutional Republic is the ultimate realization of the dreams that propelled Ygor and me across oceans and borders. In their actions, I see the promise of America fulfilled – not just as a land of personal opportunity, but as a place where the children of immigrants can help shape the future of their nation.
My journey from the Soviet Union to America is more than a personal story; it is a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit to overcome adversity, to adapt, to grow, and to thrive. It is a reminder that freedom is not just a lofty ideal, but a transformative force that can reshape lives and destinies.
As I pen these final words, I am keenly aware that my story is but one thread in the rich tapestry of immigrant experiences that have long defined this nation. It is my fervent hope that by sharing my journey, I can contribute to a deeper understanding of the value of freedom, the importance of democracy, and the incredible potential that lies within every individual when given the opportunity to pursue their dreams.
In America, I found not just a new home, but a place where the wounds of the past could heal, where new dreams could take root, and where the promise of a better tomorrow is not just a possibility, but a reality. This is the legacy I hope to leave for my children, for their children, and for all those who come after us, seeking the light of liberty in this land of boundless opportunity.