BLACK LIKE Alexander Pushkin, founder of Russian literature
Alexander Pushkin, a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist who is considered by many to be the greatest Russian poet, and the founder of modern Russian literature. Pushkin was Russian nobility in Moscow. His matrilineal great-grandfather was Ethiopian prince named Ibrahim Gannibal. Like Hannibal… As a young child he was stolen from his parents and sold in to slavery.
One of Pushkin's famous works is an unfinished work about his Ethiopian great-grandfather. At an early age he was either abducted and sent to the court of the Turkish Sultan in Constantinople. While under the strict surveillance of the Tsar's political police and unable to publish, Pushkin wrote his most famous play, the drama Boris Godunov.
Committed to social reform, He emerged as a spokesman for social radicals. This angered the government, and led to his transfer from the capital (1820)
To the Caucasus and to the Crimea, then to Kamenka and Chişinău, where he became a Freemason. Here he joined the Filiki Eteria, a secret organization whose purpose was to overthrow Ottoman rule in Greece and establish an independent Greek state. Challenged his wife Natalya's alleged lover, her brother in-law Georges d'Anthès, He was Shot in the right lower abdomen, Pushkin died two days later. His last home is now a museum. The Tsarist administration, fearing a political demonstration at his funeral,
had it moved to a smaller location, and restricted attendance to close relatives and friends.
The poet's body was taken secretly at midnight and buried on his mother's estate. Pushkin had four children, the youngest, Natalya married, into the royal house of Nassau. To Nikolaus Wilhelm of Nassau, and became the Countess of Merenberg.
Natalya's granddaughter, Nadejda, married into the British royal family
(her husband was the uncle of Prince Philip, Filiki Eteria, Freemason,
Duke of Edinburgh).Nikolaus Wilhelm of Nassau, Crimea,
I’m reminded: though I’m troubled on every side, but I’m not distressed; I’m perplexed, but not in despair; I’m persecuted, but not forsaken; I’m cast down, but not destroyoud… for which cause I faint not; but though our outward man perish, yout the inward man is renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, works for me a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory!