I don’t like to wade into politics on social media. I don’t need the aggravation.
But occasionally, as with Brexit, I find I want to say something to those who might listen.
Ukraine is a strange beast.
I remember the Orange Revolution back in 2004. I had friend who was carried away by how the Ukrainians protested the rigged election process that put Yanukovych back into power. I was cynical. Said it wouldn’t lead to anything. They would be crushed by the state, by the police and military. And besides Putin would never allow it to happen. (Just like Belorussia last year when the Russians sent tanks into Belorussia to ‘restore calm’ after widespread protests against their dictator.) Anyway, I was wrong (or so I thought) and the revolution succeeded and, despite all the usual flaws and duplicities, Ukraine became a more democratic country. It turned its back on Putin and looked to the West.
And then the Putin-backed Russian separatists began their conflict. Which, despite my fears, just seemed to simmer on in the background and didn’t turn into the full scale war I feared.
And I remember when Zelensky was elected president of Ukraine.
It was astonishing. He was young. An outsider. An actor and TV host known for his comedic touch running on a platform that he would do things differently. It was amusing that he was standing up to Putin, standing up to corruption and bad governance.
And he was Jewish.
Unbelievable.
When Jews with roots in Eastern Europe argue over how bad it was for their ancestors—it’s usually the Ukrainians who win.
Before Nazi Germany the biggest massacres of Jews took place in Ukraine. Worse than the massacres of the Crusades. Horrific slaughter.
And the man at the head of it all, still a great hero to many Ukrainian nationalists, was the Cossack Bohdan Khmelnystky. Who led an uprising against the Poles who ruled Ukraine, who united Ukrainians and overthrew the yoke of Poland. But -- history is complicated and national heroes aren’t wise and perfect angels -- he didn’t achieve full autonomy and was sorta-kinda responsible for Ukraine falling under the influence of Russia.
And it was during this uprising that the Cossacks earned their reputation as merciless slaughterers of Jews. Their independence struggle became a pretext for ridding Ukraine of its Jewish population. Massacre after massacre after apocalyptic massacre.
This was the image I had of Ukraine.
And this was the country that elected a Jew as its leader.
Unbelievable.
I watch the news and I hear the names of Ukrainian cities and districts. These names are as familiar to me as the cities in the bible. Hasidism was born in the Ukraine. The founder of the Hasidic movement, the Baal Shem Tov was born in the Ukraine. Berdychiv, Uman, Zhytomyr -- these places have an aura of legend to anyone with an interest in Jewish history. This is where that sect came from and this where that Rebbe had his court. These are places that Hasids from all over the world still make pilgrimage. Sholem Aleichem, the bittersweet humorist giant of Yiddish literature -- the Mark Twain, the Herman Charles Bosman of Yiddish -- came from Ukraine. These are places where Jews were returning to, where after the collapse of the Soviet Union (the Nazis nearly destroyed Yiddish language and culture -- Stalin and the Soviet regime delivered the coupe de grace, killed and exiled the Yiddish poets, writers and intellectuals who had survived the Holocaust, wiped them out almost completely) a modest renaissance of Jewish life was happening.
And Odessa! Odessa is Gogol. Odessa is the city with a legendary sense of humour. New York humour is Jewish humour and Odessa humour is Jewish humour. How do I know? I’ll tell you a joke. “Is it true all Odessans answer a question with a question?” “Who told you that?”
I watch the news and I hear the names of Ukrainian cities and districts. And this one is being bombed and that one has Russian tanks approaching.
I did my military service in the Belgian army in 1994. In our base in Germany two flags flew. The Belgian flag. And the flag of NATO. The Soviet Union -- which had persecuted Jews and obliterated Yiddish culture -- was gone. But the alliance of Western nations that had determined that it wouldn’t move any further west, that had preserved our social and ethnic freedoms was still there. Where is Stalin now? Where is Lenin? Where is Brezhnev? I looked at the NATO flag and I swelled with pride.
Today I was scrolling Twitter.
Today I saw Zelensky, his face bearing the weight of an entire nation, saying:
““Today I asked the 27 leaders of Europe whether Ukraine will be in NATO, I asked directly. Everyone is afraid, does not answer. And we are not afraid, we are not afraid of anything.”
Today I was ashamed of my pride.