Some thoughts on Russia and Ukraine (i.e. How We Got Here)

Although in college I majored in history, with a focus on 19th century American history, my minor was political science with a focus on the Soviet Union and Russia. So I studied Russian history and culture, took three semesters of Russian language and one of Russian literature, and a variety of courses about the collapse of the Soviet Union, the political reshaping of Eastern Europe (including the conflicts in the former Yugoslavia), and post-Communism Russia. It’s a fascinating country, and has loomed large in the history of Europe, particularly its neighbors in Eastern Europe, like Ukraine. I have admired Russian writers, adored Russian composers, and occasionally tried some Russian food, although frankly I liked the food much less than other aspects of Russian culture. Making Russian friends also gave me the chance to practice my Russian language skills, and my mastery of Russian profanity and idioms made some of my Russian friends laugh and at least one stop in her tracks and say “Where did you learn THAT?” My background in Russian also came in handy a bit when I worked in the defense industry. But after I left the industry in 2009, I just didn’t really get the chance to do much with all that knowledge anymore.

Then in 2013, something happened in Ukraine. The Ukrainian parliament had voted overwhelmingly in favor of an agreement with the European Union that the President of Ukraine (Viktor Yanukovych) then refused to sign, apparently due to influence from Russia. Protests began in Independence Square in Kyiv that quickly grew massive as Ukrainians wanting closer relations with Europe began demanding the resignation of not only President Yanukovych but the entire Azarov government as well. The protests which began in November 2013 became known as Yevromaidan (or more commonly in English, Euromaidan) after a Twitter account appeared with that name and quickly gained popularity. Euromaidan soon became the largest pro-democracy movement in Europe since 1989. Protestors were particularly angry with Yanukovych’s blatant corruption, official malfeasance, and especially human rights violations, which was further emphasized by his crackdown on protesters beginning on November 30th, resulting in dozens of people injured (including several journalists) after numerous excessive force incidents by the Berkut riot police. The response by the public was overwhelmingly in support of the protesters, and more than 500,000 Kyivans (some estimates went as high as 800,000) joined them in the streets. Violence continued to escalate the following day and then on December 11 a government force of about 4,000 Berkut, VV internal troops, and government-paid street thugs (known as Titushky) attacked the protester camp just after 1 AM with the intent to clear it out. People were summoned to the square by the ringing of the bells of St. Michael’s Golden-Domed Monastery continuously for four hours. Ultimately the protesters prevailed and pushed the government forces completely out of the square.

The government responded by passing severe laws against public protests. This precipitated violent clashes between protesters and police on Hrushevsky Street not far from Independence Square between January 19 and January 22nd, 2014. This led to the occupation of government buildings by protesters all over Ukraine. The anti-protest laws were repealed (mostly) and Prime Minister Mykola Azarov resigned on January 28th. This, plus an amnesty issued to protesters on February 16th, calmed tensions down briefly before violence again broke out on February 18th. The worst violence was on February 20th, when the outbreak of protests that became known as the Revolution of Dignity led to the deaths of nearly 100 protesters and 13 police officers. Most of the protester deaths were from rooftop police snipers, who began firing on the protesters as they advanced. The following day an agreement was signed between Yanukovych and his political opposition that organized an interim government and created reforms such as changes in the constitution and new elections. Despite signing the agreement, and despite the fact that he would have remained president (with some of his powers limited), Yanukovych fled Kyiv in secret that evening. The next day the Ukrainian parliament voted unanimously to remove Yanukovych since he had abandoned his official duties and also voted to reinstate the 2004 constitution.

Yanukovych had fled to Russia, where he had a press conference on February 28th. He declared the planned elections in Ukraine “illegal.” In turn, Russian President Vladimir Putin declared what happened in Ukraine a “coup” while at the same time ordering the Russian military to make plans to seize Crimea. Beginning on February 27, 2014 Russian spetznaz (they had removed all Russian insignia but weren’t fooling anyone) seized control of most of the Ukrainian military bases in Crimea, the Simferopol Airport, and government buildings in Crimea. Putin and Russian media pretended that these “mysterious” troops were locals who had “spontaneously” risen up and uniformed and equipped themselves from military surplus stores and the Ukrainian military. But of course, it was utter bullshit – they were Russian troops seizing Ukrainian territory. Russia’s bald-faced seizure of Crimea was followed by a “referendum” on March 16, 2014 in which local voters were given two choices, neither of which was to remain Ukrainian. The campaign before the election was in essence pro-Russian, with posters accusing the new Ukrainian government of being fascists and Neo-Nazis and featuring crossed-out swastikas. Ironically, the Russians invited election observers from Europe who were entirely from European far-right political parties and groups, some of which were almost certainly actual neo-Nazis. Unsurprisingly, the observers said everything was fine with the referendum, with between 95 and 98% of votes cast in favor of becoming part of Russia. This was the first time a European country had annexed another European country’s territory since World War Two. At the same time that Russia took Crimea, protests that were pro-Russian and anti-Maidan began in parts of southern and eastern Ukraine, the parts of Ukraine where ethnic Russians were concentrated and Russian was more commonly spoken. In the eastern Donbas, this became an active conflict between pro-Russian separatists and the new Ukrainian government. Again, the Russians secretly fed the conflict with men and materiel. By August, 2014 Ukraine had regained much of its territory, which in turn led the Russians to step up their military intervention and help the pro-Russian forces take back most of the lost territory.

An agreement was signed in Minsk in September 2014 that implemented a cease-fire and was supposed to lead to elections in December. But the separatists preempted this with their own elections in November, which of course the Russians embraced, in defiance of the Minsk agreement they had signed. In January 2015 the Russians sent another sizable military force into the war to help the separatists and Ukraine lost control of Donetsk and Debaltseve by the end of the month. So in February a second attempt at peace was made in Minsk with the participation of Belarus, Russia, Germany, France, and Ukraine. Ukraine was struggling. Russia was pouring weapons and soldiers into the area while still pretending that they weren’t, even arguing that they couldn’t help with the implementation of the new Minsk agreement because they weren’t really involved in the war. This absurdity was further complicated by repeated violations of the ceasefire and also by the arguments between the combatants over local elections in the two Ukrainian Oblasts where the separatists were concentrated: Donetsk and Luhansk. After being postponed from the fall of 2015 to the spring of 2016, the elections were postponed to July and then postponed again to November 2016.

This mess continued, more or less, until 2019 when a new agreement was signed by the Organization for Security and Cooperation in Europe (OSCE), Ukraine, Russia, and the Russian-controlled oblasts of Donetsk and Luhansk with their weird Russian-controlled-but-pretending-not-to-be governments. I am not going to try to coherently explain that whole period because frankly, it’s a huge mess. I don’t understand everything, and I have studied it closely. By this time Volodymyr Zelenskyy had been elected President of Ukraine, and his whole story (though fascinating) is beyond the scope of this post. But just know that Zelenskyy tried in good faith (I believe) to end the war in Donbas through the Minsk agreements and probably still thought he could have talks with Putin and achieve peace as late as 2021 or possibly early 2022. But Putin has never, ever, ever, in my opinion, negotiated in good faith. Even after massive troops buildups near the Ukrainian border, Russian officials kept insisting that Russia did not have plans to invade Ukraine as late as February 23, 2022. And so naturally they invaded Ukraine on February 24, 2022.

That brings us up to the war as it currently taking place. It is the largest and bloodiest (by far) war in Europe since World War Two. And the reason it is happening at all is entirely due to Vladimir Putin and Russia. Russia seems to have thought it would be able to capture Kyiv within a few days, and basically control the country within less than two weeks. Putin’s speech he gave on Russian media at the start of the invasion was full of all sorts of ridiculous and totally baseless claims: Russian troops were “peacekeepers” coming in to save the people of Donetsk and Luhansk from Ukrainian “neo-Nazis” that were controlled by the West. He also claimed that Ukraine was committing genocide against ethnic Russians, that Ukraine was trying to build nuclear weapons, and that they were allowing NATO to build secret bases on their territory or some shit. He also claimed Russia just wanted the “demilitarization and deNazification” of Ukraine. The amount of horseshit that is flowing out of Russia concerning Ukraine and the war is enough to fertilize the Sahara Desert. People pushing the Russian talking points CANNOT BE TRUSTED. Sadly, that includes a lot of westerners, including Americans from both the far-right and far-left of the political spectrum. If you think that they aren’t doing it for the money (and I am willing to bet a lot of them are in fact being paid by Russia), you are probably wrong.

I still love much about Russian history and culture. But Russia is led by one of the most awful people on the planet, and nothing and no one will convince me otherwise, ever. The day he is gone will be a joyous day for humanity, kind of like a certain orange person we all know and hate.

So, anyway. Whew. That was a lot of work. Hopefully a good summary. My apologies for the preponderance of Wikipedia links, but since most media is now stuck behind paywalls, my options are much more limited.

-Geoff

RIP Denise Taylor

Some years ago, my Neurologist said to me, “You sing, right?” And the rest, as they say, is history. I’m not sure how many years it has been since that fateful question, but this Plague Year is the first year since then that I’ve not been a part of the When Patients Heal You annual concert. COVID kind of got in the way of that.

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Choose Your Own Christmas Card

Or Holiday/Yule/Festivus/Kwanzaa/New Year/Whatever card. You do you. You have choices between three photos this year, pick the one that best suits you. Or go for all/none of them, we’re ecumenical here at Casa Dachshund.

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The Battle of Fredericksburg as my ancestor saw it

The Battle of Fredericksburg was fought from December 11th to December 15th, 1862.  Among the 120,000 or so Union soldiers in the Army of the Potomac was a 36 year old French-Canadian immigrant named Moises Beaulieu.  Moises had enlisted in June 1861 in Company A of the 11th Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry Regiment (sometimes known as the Boston Volunteers) and thus had already been in the Union army for some 18 months when he found himself on the bank of the Rappahannock River across from the town of Fredericksburg, Virginia.  Major General Ambrose Burnside, a Rhode Islander who had risen from Colonel of the 1st Rhode Island to commander of the army, was waiting for pontoons to arrive so bridges could be built across the river. At that time the 11th Massachusetts was in Brigadier General Joseph Carr’s brigade, of Brigadier General Dan Sickles’ Second Division of George Stoneman’s Third Corps, part of the Center Grand Division commanded by Major General Joseph Hooker.

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The Road to Gettysburg, as my Civil War ancestor saw it

Today is the 156th anniversary of the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg.

For the 11th Massachusetts Infantry, the pursuit of the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia during its invasion of the North began on June 11th, 1863.  The regiment had been making plans to celebrate the anniversary of its muster into Federal service on June 13th.  Early in the afternoon a large group of the 11th’s officers were playing a baseball game against the officers of the 26th Pennsylvania, one of the other regiments in the brigade, when marching orders were received.  By 1:30 the regiment was assembled with knapsacks and began marching.  The weather was already brutally hot.

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A Visit to Winthrop by Saint Nicholas

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, especially not a mouse.
The children were snoring all snug in our bed,
And I killed time as sermon number two was said.

Geoff read his history book in the loft,
After the last high notes of the night, I coughed.
We stumbled on home as the clock struck three,
And were greeted by Dash who needed to pee.

After feeding each dog and both of the cats,
We took off our coats, shoes, and hats.
With dawn fast approaching we took to our bed,
With visions of sleeping late stuck in our heads.

When in the back yard there arose such a clatter,
Dash sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
A dachshund stampede that was gone in a flash,
I groaned, shook my head, and then muttered “DASH!”

The moon couldn’t shine off of non-existent snow
(No White Christmas for us this year as you know),
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a flying sleigh, and nine panting reindeer.

My first thought was that I must be sick,
“There’s no way that I could be seeing St. Nick!”
More rapid than eagles his nine reindeer came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
And RUDOLPH!  Keep that nose of yours shining with light!
There’ll be no mid-air sleigh collisions tonight!”

As a ball when it meets Teddy Ballgame would fly,
The reindeer and sleigh fiercely arced through the sky,
And up to the house-top the reindeer they flew,
And suddenly I wondered what Santa would do.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The pounding and scratching of each reindeer hoof.
I wondered whether Santa had already found,
That we have no chimney! And two small loud hounds!

I blinked to be sure of what I was seeing
When I realized that, yep, Rudolph was peeing.
Santa hopped out of the sleigh and dusted his clothes,
He strode across the yard like someone who knows.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all dirty with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had crammed in a sack,
He looked like Mall Santa, coffee break over, heading back.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
He laughed as he kicked off melting ice and slush,
“Good God,” I said, “Santa Claus is a lush.”

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
So naturally we started to hear a loud screech.
“The smoke alarm! Where’s the stepladder to reach?”

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
Not anything like that creepy one on the shelf;
Then I saw he had another bag, packed full of coal,
And I wondered where he’d found it at the North Pole.

He saw the look on my face, and he smiled as he said
“Don’t worry, there’s no reason for you to feel dread.
That coal’s for the White House, they’ve all been quite bad,
Ivanka, Jr., Eric, and ESPECIALLY their dad!”

“But Santa,” I said, “do you have anything more?
Robert Mueller works very hard on this terrible chore.”
He chuckled and said in his cheery slurred speech,
“Fear not, they’ve got all that they need to impeach!”

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
They flew low and away, to avoid any missiles.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL*, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!”

*Except certain people in DC.

Goodbye to my Aunt Donna, my godmother

This past week, my Aunt Donna, who had been suffering from vascular dementia for the last couple of years, passed away.  She was 72 years old.

Aunt Donna was one of those relatives of mine who helped shape me into the person I am today, in many ways.  I loved her very very much.  I wish I had been able to be there for her more often, especially in the last few months.  They were particularly difficult for her, as her ability to have a conversation and organize her thoughts was eroded away by the ravaging disease acting in conjunction with her other health issues.  Before I met Kelly, she was one of the biggest reasons I wanted to move back to Massachusetts, so I could be there for her when she needed me.  And in some ways I was, and I am all too glad to have done those things like help her get her house ready for the big hurricanes a few years ago.  It was the least I could do.  I wish I had done more.

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She went with me to my first live Red Sox game, which was such a treat as I had been a fan most of my life but, living far away, was unable to attend any games, even in childhood.  Kelly (who was also there) snapped this picture of us, which is my favorite pictures of her and I.  It reminds me of how she was always so full of fun, so full of life.  She was a truly good person, with an endless supply of empathy and compassion for other people.  She donated to all sorts of liberal causes.  She befriended so many people from different walks of life.  Although she did not have any pets of her own as an adult (at least, of which I am aware), she loved animals, and loved to have our dogs sit with her or on her lap.

Even as a kid, she indulged me with things like books and models and taking me places.  She was the one who introduced me to the science fiction of Isaac Asimov.  She also got me interested in political writers like Molly Ivins and Robert Reich.  She was a huge supporter of President Obama, and we had many great conversations about politics.  She always encouraged my intellectual curiosity.  And as a lifelong music teacher, she always encouraged passion for music.

I will miss her greatly, possibly more than I am capable of uttering or showing, at least in public.  I think the world is lesser without her.

~Geoff

 

Not quite what I was suspecting in S7E2, but still good

So while there was a lot I liked in this episode, there was also some stuff that I didn’t like.  But first, a few things that were guessed correctly.

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Upcoming Summer Fun

There are some great summer activities coming up in and around Boston starting this weekend.  Take a look and see what’s coming, I have some fun things on the docket.

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