Most everyone seemed happy to greet me, including the mayor of Yekaterinburg, Yevgeny Roizman, as well as one of the nearby village mayors who hosted me for lunch and vodka shots. However, another mayor publicly announced that he wanted nothing to do with the son of the American spy and preferred that I not visit his village. I still stopped in the little town.
That was the only real animosity I felt on the whole trip. Everyone else was very nice and accommodating. I believed we helped foster a good relationship with the Russian people.
After learning I was going to be back in Moscow, I reached out to journalist Svetlana Tumanov, a onetime KGB agent (also married to a onetime KGB agent) whom I had met on a previous trip. Svetlana told me she was going to take me to an event. She didn’t elaborate.
During the taxi ride into the heart of Moscow with an interpreter and a business associate, I recognized a big green building in the distance. It was the Hall of Columns where my father’s show trial was orchestrated, the mysterious place that had often occupied so many of my thoughts. Soon the driver pulled up to the majestic building, and I learned that Svetlana, who was on her way, had arranged to take me inside the auditorium where my father had once been put on trial for his life.
We basically had to sneak in the back door, because we didn’t have official invitations for the event.
In the lobby, while sipping champagne, Svetlana introduced me to several dignitaries, including politician Serge Baburin, who would unsuccessfully seek the Russian presidency in 2018. “Baburin was thrilled [like] a little boy to meet Gary Powers Jr.,” she said.
Hard-liner Sergei Stepashin, a longtime Russian government official, was not so welcoming. “Oh, the son of the spy,” he said to Svetlana, before turning away.
Realizing the significance of the moment, as we prepared to enter the auditorium for a classical-music concert hosted by a pro-Palestine organization, Svetlana leaned in and told me, “Please compose yourself and think for the moment: what happened behind those doors in 1960!”
While the orchestra played Tchaikovsky and Rachmaninov, my mind drifted back to those difficult days. I could imagine my father in the dock on the stage. I could feel his fear.
It was truly a moving moment. I was walking in my father’s footsteps, and I felt a close connection to him.
Still, the lingering tension of my father’s life could be seen when CBS News Sunday Morning aired a segment in 2017 celebrating the birthday of the late Ian Fleming. After telling its audience that Francis Gary Powers “let himself be captured alive by the Soviets,”11 the news program ran an old tape of Fleming, asking what James Bond would have done in such a situation. “I hope he would have taken his pill,” Fleming said.12 Stunned by the insult on Memorial Day weekend, I wrote a letter of protest. This made me feel better, especially when it prompted CBS to air, the following Sunday, a correction stating that my father was under no orders to take his own life if captured. In 2018, about the time this book began moving through the editing process, a review for another book in the Wall Street Journal included a comment influenced by the still-swirling misinformation.
Some people who watched my father’s show trial and bought into the mythology attached to the U-2 Incident will always see Francis Gary Powers as a tainted figure. Some minds can never be changed. But I know the truth, and after devoting so much of my life to searching for it, the truth has set me free. Now more than ever, I am a man at peace.
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