by Dr.Harald Wiesendanger– Klartext
What the mainstream media is hiding
There are increasing voices to no longer support Ukraine in the war against Russia. No offense, dear peace activists, but your moral compass has slipped dramatically.
Even doing nothing is acting. We cannot get rid of responsibility by remaining silent, looking away, or putting our hands on our laps. This also applies to publicists. And so I feel compelled to comment on the Ukraine war, even if it takes place outside my blog’s usual range of topics. I do it with a mind game.
If this happened to you
February 24th, four o’clock in the morning. You and your family lie in a deep sleep without knowing anything. Then, a massive explosion shakes your house: a bullet has just penetrated your roof. You hear someone breaking down your front door.
You rush there in great excitement. Then you recognize P., a neighbor who has not been well disposed towards you for a long time. Heavily armed men accompany him.
They shoot your spouse in front of you.
They rape your sister.
They kidnap one of your children.
They drag another into the basement and torture him. You hear his shrill screams.
The intruders take over several rooms in your house. In the rest, they cause the greatest possible damage. They break windows, cut power cables, cut off the water supply, and blow up your furnace. They’ll take your valuables away.
They also partially occupy your garden after tearing down your fence. They dig trenches there. They lay mines at every turn. They steal the fruits and vegetables you grew.
Desperate, you throw open a window and shout for help as loudly as you can. As you can see, the noise has woken up all the neighbors. They curiously follow what is happening to you and your family from a safe distance. Some shake their heads, fold their hands in prayer, or clench their fists angrily, shouting an indignant “Stop!” at your attacker.
Everyone tells you that they are deeply sorry for your fate and that they care. Some will assure you of their sympathy on your answering machine, and others will put a condolence card in your mailbox.
Everyone hears shots ring out in your house. Everyone hears you cry. Everyone hears you screaming in pain. Everyone sees how P. and his people destroy what belongs to you. It is clear to everyone: you are the weaker ones.
But no one comes to your aid. No one.
You desperately call out to them: “Please at least help us protect ourselves!”
What happens immediately is nothing. Days, weeks, and months pass until at least a few neighbors follow your call. Little by little, they will give you a first aid kit so that you can treat your wounds. A new furnace. A power generator. Bulletproof vests. New windows. Steel doors so you can make it harder for an attacker to break into the rest of your rooms. Tissues to dry your tears. A few swords, slingshots, and shotguns.
“So I can’t drive P. out of my house, but not off my property,” you let your neighbors know. “We urgently need better weapons and more ammunition. You have them, and you don’t need them at this time. I beg you: give it to us.”
Eventually, a few neighbors get around to giving you more suitable material – but far too slowly, far too little, for you to be able to free your home with it.
“Why can’t I get what I need from you?” you ask.
“Because that would basically give you the opportunity to shoot up P.’s house,” you hear. “Something like that could make him mad at us, and we don’t want to risk that.”
Some neighbors refused to help you defend yourself from the start. For what reason? They confront you with allegations: In reality, you are a Nazi. On top of that, a puppet of a certain U. Apparently, you rented out your basement to U. in order to set up a laboratory in it. And this U. has often behaved in a similar way to P. Actually, you are an actor who just acts as if he could be the head of his family. You are not happy that a roommate in your house continues to speak his dialect. It is also important to remember that the attacker’s ancestors once lived on the land that you now own.
“You’re just parroting what P. whispers to you,” you point out. “Does a crime victim in dire need first have to refute all the rumors circulating and pass safety checks before he deserves assistance? Is your motto: ‘We will, of course, save anyone in need – unless they don’t deserve to be saved because it seems to us that they are somehow complicit’?”
“What’s the point of supporting you? You can’t win anyway!” you hear.
“It’s the other way around,” you object: “I can’t possibly win if you don’t stand by me.”
“This is gradually becoming too expensive for us,” your neighbors complain.
“If you let P. have his way now, it could soon become much more expensive for you,” you reply. “Because you could be the next ones he attacks. He’s already threatened some of you.”
“Finally negotiate!” is what you are shouted at.
About what?
For the sake of peace, you have to “make concessions,” it is said.
“That means? So, in your opinion, should we give away parts of our garden?” you are outraged. “Do you recommend that we give up our living room in the future? Are you in favor of letting P. use our kitchen? Clean out our bathroom? Or a children’s room, since it has been empty since P. kidnapped our youngest? What do you think of worrying about this? What would you be willing to do if it was about your home?”
“And why give up? To settle the conflict with P. contractually? With someone who tends to break every contract when it suits him? “Hadn’t he already promised in writing that he would respect the boundaries of our property?”
When you enter, the neighborhood is silent.
And so you have no choice but to continue to defend yourself alone, with inadequate resources.
“But ultimately, I’m fighting for you too,” you point out to your neighbors.
“If I lose, P. will attack one of you next.”
“Nonsense, he would never dare do that.”
You object in vain: “Have you forgotten what Adolf dared to do about eighty years ago after people like you let him have his way?”
After all, you can be sure that if you and your loved ones do not survive the attack, your neighbors will ceremoniously bury you, lay lavish wreaths, sing pious songs, and remember you with unction. Aren’t such prospects comforting?
And the moral of the story?
Again: even doing nothing is acting. Nothing, absolutely nothing, gives you the right to attack, torture, or even kill a fellow human being who has not threatened you in the slightest. And nothing relieves you of the moral obligation to support someone if they are the victim of an attack that they cannot fend off on their own before your eyes.
In short: Anyone who abandons the invaded Ukraine is guilty of failing to provide assistance – with flimsy excuses, due to a lack of empathy and historical awareness.
I allow myself such a blunt, CLEAR TEXT / Klartext- to all my fellow human beings who have been persistently avoiding my question for almost two years now: What would it be like if P. had attacked you on February 24th? What would you rightly expect from me if I were your neighbor? I only take my hat off to all the loud pacifists in this country who would instead abandon Ukraine today rather than tomorrow when they are heroically and principledly prepared to allow themselves and their loved ones to be slaughtered by armed attackers, without resistance, with white blood Flag in one hand and a white dove on the other. Otherwise, their genuine love of peace, celebrated from a safe distance of two thousand kilometers from the horrific events, would seem quite hypocritical to me.
(Harald Wiesendanger)
Illustration: Collage of images from Kellepics and MarandaP (both Pixabay)
Remarks
- en.detector.media: Tactics of Russian Propaganda in Portraying Ukraine as a ‘Cradle of Corruption’
- uacrisis.org: “Zelensky the Junky”: Incessant Tactics of Russian Propaganda to Undermine Trust
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