Brighter than the Sun

a novel by Rolf A. F. Witzsche

Chapter 11: The Trial of Boris Mikheyev.

     "Tell me, how else do you plan to defend Boris Mikheyev, except you do it by uplifting the trial onto a level of truth, and love, an justice," Igor asked his father moments later. "You do plan to defend him? Or will the trial be just a big show, the kind that you can walk away from afterwards? Do you plan to defend him by analyzing his deeds as an act of insanity? Or do you plan to defend him by exposing the powers behind the scene who had used this innocent man for their purposes, who had organized and staged the entire tragedy from its concept to completion? Are you prepared to name the names? Are you prepared to put the finger on London and say to the world: They did this, they financed it, they selected the target, they arranged the timing? Are you going to say that it was they who tricked one of Russia's bravest patriots to serve their purpose? That would be the truth. They used a human being, destroyed the world by his hands, and ruined his life in the process. Are you going to condemn that man further and let the real culprit walk away? Or are you going to defend him by standing up for the truth, no matter how hard this may be, and envelop you country in love by defending one of his smallest citizens who should have never been put in harms way to such treachery? That is what love is. You are a man, aren't you? Or are you afraid to name the names that stand behind the destruction that was unleashed, even if they may be honorable names? Yes, I agree, it would be damn easy to put the finger onto Boris. Everybody in the world wants that done. They want to see him hang to clear their own conscience for having failed to built a world in which nuclear bombs have no place. But you mustn't. Instead, put the finger onto London. That would be the truth. Don't let them walk, because if you do, sooner or later they will walk over you. Love, on the other hand unfolds from the truth. That's a hard one to learn, but that will heal humanity. I know that isn't your perception of love. I know this for a fact, because the circle that you draw around yourself is too small. I do greatly fear for you, therefore, because you don't really care what happens to humanity. I fear for you, because that will also be your undoing."

      I was shocked to hear Igor speak to his father that way. I remembered however that this kind of talk had healed my self-isolation from him on the boat.

      I couldn't hear Sergei's answers. He spoke too softly. I could only see him shake his head.

      "I guess you will walk away then, from humanity's needs," Igor continued, "in order to save your precious career. I can guarantee you, if this happens, a greater crisis will follow than the one we now lament. The puck has to stop. It has to stop here! We have all the resources to assure that. This is what Paul has been aiming to inspire in you, in his loving way. He has been trying to uplift you into a world of truth and love. He is expecting a lot, I know, because nothing less will be enough."



     "Boris Mikheyev will have free government counsel," Sergei replied during breakfast the next morning.

     Igor threw his arms up. "What good will that do? With this you aid the cover-up. With this you will put the blame on Russia, instead of exposing the real traitors, you rat. And let me add this, if you don't defend Boris you will be the traitor in this house, against all of us."

     Sergei looked away and covered his face.

     "You must defend Boris to defend Russia, and by defending Russia you are defending humanity," said Igor, putting a hand on his father's shoulder. "Nothing less will do. Let us help you. You cannot do this alone."

    Igor sat down after this and said nothing more for a long time.

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