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In 20 years of writing about Russian President Vladimir Putin — he was completely obscure before 1999 — I have never before had reason to mention him and Saint Thomas a Becket in the same sentence. Finally, however, the time has come.
Finnish President Sauli Niinisto phoned the diminutive Russian strongman at the behest of German Chancellor Angela Merkel last Thursday and assured him that he was not a suspect in the poisoning of opposition leader Alexei Navalny. The goal, of course, was to persuade Putin to let Navalny be flown to Germany for treatment.
Niinisto is clearly a persuasive man, because Putin agreed. (Did Putin know how long various poisons remain in the body? Hard to say. He was only in the KGB for 16 years.) Indeed, Putin even promised to “get the rat behind this.” Which sounds a bit like a Cosa Nostra godfather on a bad day, but at least the man wants to see justice done.
So you can see why the late Thomas a Becket, archbishop of Canterbury, sprang instantly to my mind. Putin’s position is rather similar to that of England’s King Henry II, who ordered the assassination of that martyred cleric by accident, so to speak, and was then covered by shame and regret for his murder —or so he subsequently claimed.
It was in 1170, and Becket was being difficult. He was the head of the Church in England, and he was resisting the king’s attempt to make the church courts subordinate to the civil courts, which answered to Henry. It’s a bit of a stretch, but you could say that Becket was the closest thing in 12th-century England to the leader of the opposition.
Henry was used to getting his way, and in the course of one of his rants against the cleric he was heard to say, “Who will rid me of this meddlesome priest?” Four knights at the court, hearing this, decided that the quickest way to rise in the king’s service was to go to Canterbury and carry out the king’s bidding, so off they went to do it.
They found Becket on the altar of his cathedral, in front of a large congregation, and hacked him to pieces with their swords. This caused a great outcry throughout a horrified Christendom, and the knights did not get their desired promotions. Indeed, the king swore that it had all been a ghastly misunderstanding: he was only venting, not giving actual orders.
It was all smoothed over, as these things usually are. The knights fell into disgrace, the church’s law courts kept their independence, and the king did penance: he walked barefoot wearing sackcloth through the streets of Canterbury while 80 monks flogged him (gently) with branches.
Could something similar have happened in Russia? It won’t end up with Putin barefoot being flogged by monks, of course, but maybe his minions just exceeded their instructions? After all, that was Saudi Crown Prince Muhammad bin Salman’s excuse when his henchmen chopped up journalist Jamal Khashoggi in the Saudi embassy in Istanbul two years ago, and no government has officially questioned Salman’s word on that.
The problem in Putin’s case is that this is not the first time: becoming the leader of the opposition in Russia automatically invalidates your life-insurance policy. Navalny’s predecessor Boris Nemtsov was shot dead within sight of the Kremlin five years ago, and Navalny himself is partially blind in one eye as the result of a 2018 attack.
Maybe the boss doesn’t sign off personally on each of these attacks, but it is very hard to believe that he doesn’t know what is going on. The Russian counter-claim that all these incidents are actually “provocations” staged by hostile Western intelligence services is quite implausible: Russia is simply not important enough to justify the scale of the effort that would be required.
So what we are left with is smaller than it sometimes seems. It’s a great state that has fallen into the hands of crooks in suits — no longer shiny suits; sartorial standards among the Russian criminal aristocracy have risen dramatically — who occasionally rub somebody out to protect their nationwide protection racket or just to maintain discipline within the organization. And they only kill other Russians.
Move along, please. There’s nothing more to see here.