What License Evil Enjoys While Unseen

I propose for this sketch, to see Russia as having a persistent character through time.  I look at Russia as a perennial autocratic bureaucracy.  From the time of the Czars, through the General Secretary, to the forever president of today.  The person at the head of that bureaucracy completely served by the machinery of state.  Implementing any destruction, any evil, for his ends.  And they always try to hide it.


Is it hard for you to see Ukraine?  When I look, even with deep appreciation for the newest recruits to democracy, I see what appear to be intentional obfuscations.  Russian influence has been trying to hide the evils that they do for as long as there as been Russian influence.  Have you ever heard of the Holodomor?  (The Ukrainian word for hunger is holod; mor means death.  So ‘hunger-death.’  Or death by starvation.)  A genocide visited upon the Ukrainian people by the Soviet Union.  It doesn’t surprise me if it doesn’t ring a bell.  Even during the implementation of the policy of starvation, the Russians forbade the Ukrainians from even mentioning it in public.


We travel back into the past.  Revolution has altered Russia, and for a brief time, Ukraine declares her independence.  In 1917, Russia responds to this declaration by invading Ukraine.  The Ukrainian War of Independence lasted from March 1917 to November of 1921.  By the end of the war, Russia had occupied two-thirds of Ukrainian territory.  Ukraine was consumed, and redefined as the UkrSSR.


Ukrainian resistance was not defeated then, nor will it ever be.  How can I be so certain?  Well, I am an empty headed pauper, so you are right to question anything I say, but I can report that the autocrat at the head of the Russian bureaucracy arrived at the same conclusion.  So he decided to kill the Ukrainians.  He decided to attempt to end the trouble of their resistance through the implementation of new policy.  


First, collectivization was forced.  Russia needed grain, and the General Secretary would arrange for how it was made, and where it went.  Ukrainian farmers suffered from terribly high quotas for contributions to the collectives.  All of the grain went elsewhere.  Some successful farmers who resisted collectivization were singled out for retribution.  The Russians called these Ukrainians ‘kulaks.’  The Russians made examples of them as a matter of policy. 


At first, certain families were targeted, but soon no corner of Ukraine would be free from the suffering of starvation.  


By 1932, Stalin’s fear of Ukrainian resistance was manifested in a decree entitled, ‘Five Stalks of Grain.’  Through this decree, Stalin commanded that any theft of produce, even as little as five stalks of grain, could be punished by death or imprisonment.


The fact that the Holodomor was a bureaucratic evil makes the assertion that it was an unintended evil more plausible.  "It was just bad planning, they didn’t know what they were doing,”  the Russians desperately attempt.  The Russian liars use this opportunity to blur, to hide, to erase.  If it were just bad planning, please explain the five stalks decree.  


Once a sovereignty becomes aware of mass starvation among its citizens, one would expect a proper response to be the provision of food.  Stalin’s response, expressed through his bureaucracy, was to establish corporal punishment for those caught stealing even five stalks of grain.  


It’s estimated that 3.9 million people lost their lives from starvation in the years from 1932-1933 in Ukraine.  (For my Americans, that’s more people than currently inhabit Utah.  It’s more people than live in Kansas.  You could empty out Iowa.)  Imagine that.  All of those people, gone.  Each an irreplaceable human treasure lost to those who loved them. 


Because an autocrat feared Ukraine.  One sick man, at the head of an autocracy did all of this.  I am not sure how the Holodomor ended.  It appears that Stalin feared international attention, and so simply ended the policy of deprivation.  When it became impossible to hide the genocide, the genocide ended.


I suppose I have two points.  We must strive to see the horrors of war in Ukraine.  The blurring and the lies continue today.  Their purpose is clear.  Who knows what license evil enjoys unseen?  Any questions about Ukraine’s authenticity should be recognized as, almost certainly, a juvenile Russian attempt to once again justify the ends of the autocrat.


The second point: any thinking person must conclude that autocracies represent a persistent threat to peace and life.  If a dim witted, paranoiac can send 600,000 of his own people to die in an effort to enslave a neighboring country, then what can’t they do?  


Ukraine will win, and when she does, I certainly hope that the infernal bureaucratic autocracy in Russia is finally disassembled.  It has caused so much destruction.  Until that hopeful day, let’s endeavor to see Ukraine clearly.  She has fine, well defined borders, a unique language, and enough resistance to share with the world!  Ukraine is beautiful and I sing her praises!  I want everyone to look at her. 




Please find the sketch above read in the iframe below!  Read by a voice from 11Elevenlabs.  The voice is fake, but the words are always my own.

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