Amidst all of the recent news and discussion concerning allegations, leaks, and illicit contact with Russian intelligence, I decided to set the record straight about my involvement.
I was only remotely involved back in the 1970’s. The Brezhnev Soviets had invaded Czechoslovakia in 1968. The US and Soviet Union held the first Strategic Arms Limitation Talks (SALT) in 1969. And we had the Watergate and Nixon resignation going on. And I watched with great interest at the tension between the Soviet Union and the USA in the ‘68, ‘72, and ‘76 Olympic Games.
Now, the present hubbub has reminded me of those times. Freshly out of college I was young and easily infatuated with certain foreign relations. Having only television and newspapers to rely on, since there was no computer or email available to me, my involvement was quite limited. Of course there were telephones, telegraphs, and certain radio frequencies available, but I chose not to use them since I feared wire-tapping or other listening in by some government agency.
I only spoke about my Russian entanglement with local comrades, I mean friends. They found nothing treasonous, naughty, or immoral about it and many were equally involved.
I swear that my confession following is the full extent of my entertainment of Russian activities.
During the early 1970’s I was a Physical Education teacher and coach. To earn a few extra bucks I became a women’s gymnastics judge. I took a judging course and the instructor, who I shall not name, introduced me to the Russian athletic culture, which you and I now know is greatly influenced and controlled by the Russian government.
My only Russian connection was with the fabulous gymnast Ludmilla Tourischeva. I had studied and dissected all of the gymnastic events, I had international intelligence. And I knew what the goal, the perfect performance, was supposed to look like. Ludmilla, at that time, came the closest to perfection. She won 9 Olympic medals, 7 World championships, and 8 European championships. The sports world, not only gymnastics world, and not only me, loved Milla. I developed a wicked crush on her. I admit it, though she wore red, not red, white, and blue. I loved her style, grace, talent, and beauty.
If that is treason, I’m guilty. Besides, The USA wasn’t very good at gymnastics in the 1970’s.