Expect many more articles like this slowly start to trickle in, like COVID, the lab-leaks, etc, eventually the "conspiratorial" or undesireable angles are now brought back when a 180 turn is needed.
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Only days before Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine in the early hours of February 24 2022, the possibility of a new war on European soil still seemed unthinkable to most people, including Russians and Ukrainians.
A year on, the terrible reality is beyond any doubt. Millions of Ukrainians have fled their country, or been internally displaced, and there is mounting evidence of war crimes against Ukrainian civilians. The tragedy of this human suffering is compounded by the dismal awareness of history repeating itself. In the 20th century alone, Ukrainian territory was invaded not only by Russia, but also Austria, Poland and Germany.
War needs and breeds simplified narratives of good and bad, right and wrong, villains and heroes. But, as Hannah Arendt wrote in 1961, “Even if we admit that every generation has the right to write its own history, we admit no more than that it has the right to rearrange the facts in accordance with its own perspective; we don’t admit the right to touch the factual matter itself.” To put it another way, if truth is the first casualty of war, memory is often the second.
Two new books explore from different but overlapping viewpoints the legacy of this amnesia and the complex past that gave rise to it. It’s an uncomfortable moment to be doing this, especially in view of Vladimir Putin’s flagrant weaponisation of Ukrainian history to suit his own ends. But as Megan Buskey asks in her moving family memoir Ukraine Is Not Dead Yet, “How could a country know itself unless it knew all the things it had been?”As the author’s grandmother told her, ‘One army left Ukraine and another arrived. That’s all that changed’Born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio in the 1980s, Buskey grew up knowing very little about the country that her immediate family had left before she was born. In her twenties, she began filling the holes in her knowledge through conversations with her grandmother Anna and visits to Ukraine. Her travels took her to Staryava, a small town on Ukraine’s western border where her ancestors had lived for generations. Motivating her quest, Buskey explains, was a desire “to work against the silence . . . placed on our family story, a way to turn the history I was born into something I didn’t so much passively receive as actively make.”
Until 1914, Staryava was an impoverished rural backwater in Galicia on the eastern edge of the Austro-Hungarian empire. As ethnic Ukrainian peasants, Buskey’s ancestors’ daily existence was one of unremitting if stable hardship. The outbreak of the first world war and subsequent collapse of the Habsburg monarchy placed sleepy Staryava on the frontline of the violence. For the next four decades, Staryava and Buskey’s family were in the eye of an unending storm.Women in traditional dress in a village in Galicia (on Ukraine’s border with Poland) talking about the war in 1914 © Mirrorpix/Getty Images![]()
Under Soviet rule from 1921, they suffered cruelly from collectivisation, in which an estimated 3.3mn Ukrainians died of starvation. When the Nazis invaded Russia in 1941, many Ukrainians initially welcomed them as liberators — an illusion that soon evaporated. Hundreds of thousands were killed by Hitler’s Hunger Plan, the deliberate genocide by starvation of Soviet civilians. As Buskey’s grandmother told her, “One army left and another arrived. That’s all that changed.”
In 1947, with Ukraine back under Soviet control, her great-grandmother, grandmother and young daughters — one of whom was Buskey’s mother — were among 76,000 people forcibly deported to Siberia, victims of the Soviet campaign to crush Ukrainian nationalism. For the next 20 years, the women worked six days a week in punishing conditions in the coal mines of Yemanzhelinsk.![]()
Piecing this story together led Buskey to many enriching connections with previously little-known family members in Ukraine — but also to some painful truths. Her grandmother’s first marriage in 1941 to a man nearly twice her age had come when she was 15 (not 18 as Buskey had been told) and already three months pregnant. Was this the result of mutual attraction, coercion or rape? Within a year of the marriage, Anna’s husband was arrested for political activities and imprisoned in Mauthausen, then Auschwitz, where he died. She also discovered that Anna’s second husband, Buskey’s grandfather, was still alive and living in Ukraine. Meeting him for the first time in 2003, it was hard to reconcile the “kindly frail old man” with the violent drunkard of family lore.
A much more disturbing twist concerned Anna’s adored brother Stefan, who disappeared in the 1940s. Buskey’s dogged research in newly opened former Soviet archives revealed that Stefan, like many young Ukrainian men, had been active in the Organisation of Ukrainian Nationalists and the Ukrainian Partisan Army, violent terrorist groups responsible for the deaths of thousands of Poles and Jews. An early member of the pro-Nazi Ukrainian auxiliary police, Stefan was also involved in the round-ups, deportation and mass murder of the local Jewish population.
Ukraine Is Not Dead Yet is admirably honest in confronting the horrific intersection of Ukrainian nationalism and the Jewish genocide. It is a dark strand in the country’s history that is described in detail in A Small Town in Ukraine by British historian Bernard Wasserstein, emeritus professor of history at the University of Chicago.![]()
Wasserstein focuses his attention on Krakovets (Krakowiec in Polish), birthplace of his Jewish grandfather, which lies just 18km north of Staryava. His approach is more scholarly and objective than Buskey’s, tracing the fortunes of the town and its Jewish inhabitants from the 13th century to the present day, and locating both in the context of the region’s complex social and political history. The personal thread of his own family’s experiences lends warmth and tragedy to the facts that he meticulously documents.
Grindingly poor and deeply religious, Galician Jews in the early 20th century were for the most part universally despised as the dregs of the dregs, tolerated by their Polish and Austrian overlords and resented by the local peasantry. With the outbreak of the first world war, nationalist antagonisms flared and antisemitism intensified on all sides, unleashing utter misery on the Jewish population of Galicia. In the interwar years, many Poles and Ukrainians conveniently identified the Jews with their hated Soviet oppressors. “Don’t consider a Jew a human being or a goat or a cow,” ran one Ukrainian proverb.
Wasserstein’s grandfather Berl fled Galicia during the first world war, along with thousands of other Jews, and settled in Berlin, where he founded a modestly successful manufacturing business. Early one morning in October 1938, having so far weathered the Nazi regime’s anti-Jewish restrictions and persecution, Berl and his 17-year-old son Addi were abruptly arrested along with 7,000 other Polish-born men and deported to the border of a country Berl hadn’t lived in for more than two decades. The Poles meanwhile were doing everything they could to close their borders to Jewish refugees. With few other options, Berl and Addi reluctantly returned to Krakovets, joined soon after by Berl’s wife and daughter.We must recognise the Holocaust as an enactment of diverse variants of antisemitism in multiple places, including UkraineLiterally on the front line in September 1939, when Hitler invaded Poland, Krakovets fell under three different regimes in the space of that one month. By June 1941, when Germany launched Operation Barbarossa, Berl and his family had missed the tiny window of opportunity to escape.
The nightmare that unfolded for the Jews from that point on does not make easy reading. It never does. “Ukrainian militias killed thousands of Jews in pogroms and massacres throughout the region in the early weeks of the German occupation.” By the end of the year, the regional murder toll of Jews in that region of Galicia alone had reached 60,000. By June 1943, when the SS officially reported the job done, 1.5mn Jewish civilians in eastern Ukraine had been killed. As Wasserstein relates, “Nearly all the Jews of Krakovets . . . were among those massacred.”
Berl, Czarna and 18-year old Lotte managed for a time to evade the round-ups, thanks to a local odd-job man who sheltered them for more than a year in a hut on the edge of town. In April 1944, just three months before the liberation of Krakovets, he betrayed them to the Nazis. They were forced to dig their own graves and then shot. Wasserstein’s father Addi, who had returned to Germany in 1939, eventually succeeded, after attempts to secure visas had been blocked by multiple Allied countries, in making his way to Turkey and from there to Palestine and England.
As many historians have now argued, most recently Dan Stone in The Holocaust: An Unfinished History, the annihilation of Europe’s Jewry should not be viewed as a purely German phenomenon, carried out predominantly in Nazi concentration and death camps. Rather, we must recognise the Holocaust as an enactment of diverse variants of antisemitism, fuelled and facilitated simultaneously in multiple places, including Ukraine, by a toxic (and intoxicating) surge of nationalist and racist ideologies.German transport columns passing through Galicia (later part of Ukraine) c1915 © Paul Thompson/FPG/Getty Images![]()
Putin’s invocation of the history of the Nazis to justify his invasion of Ukraine in 2022 — part of his broader project to redefine his country’s history — sounded utterly absurd to most people in the west. A crude and mendacious act of cynical propaganda, it was designed to mine a deep seam of trauma and patriotism within Russia and on its borders.
But Wasserstein and Buskey do also highlight instances of history being forgotten and even erased in contemporary Ukraine. Almost no trace remains of the Jewish communities of Krakovets or Staryava, or any of the other towns and villages where they’d lived for centuries. Relics of Ukraine’s Soviet past have also been removed throughout the country. Thousands of streets have been renamed, some 1,400 statues of Lenin have been dismantled, replaced in many places by statues to the Ukrainian freedom fighter Roman Shukhevych. As Wasserstein’s reminds us, Shukhevych was a vicious thug, “a Nazi collaborator, anti-Soviet guerrilla fighter and ethnic cleanser of Poles and Jews.”
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Both of these books succeed in putting a human face to the suffering of ordinary people trapped in the turmoil of physical conflict and political ideologies, and the forces that informed and shaped their often desperately constrained choices and actions. Both also steadfastly refuse to airbrush the past.
Ukraine has been independent of Soviet rule only since 1991. Any hesitant progress towards a full and honest reckoning with its complex history halted abruptly one year ago. “When Russian missiles began to rain down on Ukraine,” as Buskey puts it, “nuance was buried under the rubble and carnage.” At some point, hopefully, nuance will return to Ukraine’s self-narrative. For now, the urgent struggle for survival continues.