Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Report From Inside: Michael Colhaze on Ukraine

Michel Colhaze gives us a report from inside Ukraine, with reference to lots of things that the Dominant Media either doesn't notice or wants to suppress. One is the massive corruption that has been the norm in Ukraine, evidently, since the collapse of the Soviet Union, as has been the case with many former Soviet Republics. Another is the looting of the place by Wall Street. Another is George Soros. And, of course Holodomor. Writing about events in Ukraine without mentioning Holodomor is like writing about the Civil War without mentioning slavery.
Roadside in Eastern Ukraine

Grand Chess and Great Flops in Ukraine

Michael Colhaze

Materialists and madmen never have doubts

G. K. Chesterton

If you wonder how the above birds could fit into the heading of this piece and I told you it’s because of Global Strategies as I understand them, you might even go so far and lift an eyebrow in consternation. Thus permit me to commence with the fowl and move on from there.

The birds are healthy and happy geese who, among other denizens, populatedJoyful, a small village somewhere in the vast expanses of Eastern Ukraine. I know this because I have lived there myself for two healthy and happy years, together with my lovely young wife, our daughter and our dog. The village is mostly a long road bordered by small farmsteads with an adjacent acre or so of arable land. Many families own a cow, and the entire crowd of docile and contented beasts is lead every morning at sunrise, weather permitting, into the nearby meadows for grazing and ruminating. Milk, cheese and butter are cheap and untainted, just like the eggs or an occasional hen for Sunday supper.

We were growing our own vegetables and received twice a month organic foodstuff from a retailer in Kiev. Our garden had a few fruit trees, among them a mighty chestnut and an even larger apricot, and both produced more bounty than we could handle. The village is peaceful and on the whole very safe, with troves of kids playing unguarded next to the road or in the court yards, and poultry scratches and cackles everywhere. Transport happens by way of an ancient bus, old and very old automobiles, antediluvian motorbikes with sassy sidecars, or horse-drawn carts. Many villagers are blond and blue-eyed, and I felt as if transported half a century back into the serene little hamlet where I grew up myself. The nearest city is about twenty miles away, to be reached by a road with formidable potholes that become sometimes impassable, particularly after a heavy rain. City traffic is relaxed, drivers behave civilly, and it happens rarely that someone bangs the horn or swears at you. Road controls are frequent, but the cops let you off for a few bucks if you had a bottle of wine or were driving too fast.

Wages are pitifully low and nearly everyone tries to earn something by the side. Once, while visiting Odessa’s magnificently restored Opera House to enjoy a lovely and strictly traditional Tosca, an acquaintance told us that the First Baritone worked during the day as a taxi driver and upon demand entertained his clients with an ear-splitting aria.

Bribes are a part of life, particularly when dealing with an often ponderous officialdom. This can be sometimes awkward, but after a while you twig the game and manage to play along. Where big government is concerned, the habit appears to be more manifest and most likely happens on a much larger scale. Julia Timoshenko, a former prime minister of dubious merits, stands accused to have embezzled millions of dollars, all parked safely abroad — a vice much scoffed at by our Western Presstitutes.

With time — and how could it be otherwise? — I learned more about my host country and its people. And realized to my surprise that there exists a deep divide that separates East and West. One that manifests itself, to begin with, in two different languages. Inhabitants of the huge eastern Donetsk basin speak Russian, whereas in Kiev and further west Ukrainian is predominant. Both tongues are rooted in the Slav idiom, but differ considerably.

The languages apart, there prevails an emotive separation that is even more significant. It has its genesis in Stalin’s collectivization orders, a catastrophe diligently enforced by his NKVD lynchpins Genrikh Yagoda, Leonid Reichmanand Lazar Moisevich Kaganovich, a gang of human monsters who efficiently managed to murder whole population strata in cold blood: independent farmers, ethnic minorities, members of the bourgeoisie, priests, senior officers, intellectuals, artists, labour movement activists, “opposition supporters” who were defined completely at random, and countless members of the Communist party itself. We cannot know the exact number of deaths these men have on their conscience, but it surely exceeds twenty million, with at least six million in the Ukraine alone.

As to the latter, the terrible tragedy is remembered as Holodomor, a time when the people of Joyful, at least those who could not escape beforehand, were ordered at gunpoint by NKVD thugs to surrender their winter provisions and, in due course, first saw their children die of hunger and then died themselves. (Read the rest HERE.)


  1. Если Вы знаете русский язык, то советую прочитать книгу Юрия Мухина - "Кликуши голодомора", он как раз с украины. Если Вы достаточно знаете русских и украинцев, то у Вас не составит труда скачать эту книгу. Если русский язык Вы не знаете, то Вам уже ничего не поможет) Можете и дальше пугать своих сограждан ужасами СССР.

  2. This article is the last post I've been able to find from Michael Colhaze. I've found nothing more recent and his website has been down now for quite awhile.