Today marks the third anniversary of the 2022 Russian invasion of Ukraine. According to the Council on Foreign Relations, Russia has inflicted over 12,456 Ukrainian civilian deaths and 28,382 injuries since then, while four million Ukrainians are internally displaced and 6.8 million Ukrainians have fled the country.
Any sovereign nation is entirely within its rights to determine whether or not to join economic or military alliances, such as the European Union or the North American Treaty Organization; this is a matter of international law. Realpolitik will always play its part in these decisions, but the government and citizens of that nation still retain the exclusive right to decide what institutions they decide to ally themselves with.
It could be argued that Joe Biden wavered fatally in his support of Ukraine, but Donald J. Trump is idiot par excellence, willing to cozy up to bloodthirsty autocrats like Putin and sell Ukraine out to the highest bidder. So United States foreign policy, which at one time at least paid lip service to ideals of democracy and national sovereignty, has become greedily transactional, rewarding gross violations not only of international law but simple human decency. And this, it seems, is all right by most of the American electorate, as are attacks on such things as the right of individuals — also sovereign — to determine their own gender identity and assume that the government has their back, or diversity and equity initiatives that still reward meritorious individuals, or the moral obligation to provide assistance to the poor and unfortunate around the world, even if that assistance adds up to only 1% of the US budget. Trump and his minions may happily wallow in and take advantage of the creation of destruction and chaos, but it’s no way to run a country.
I went to church yesterday, where the gospel reading was Luke 6:27-38 — most appropriate, this, and proof itself that these days even going to an Episcopal Church is something of a political protest. It’s Trump, and all those who voted for him (and those who sat the election out, passively granting their consent to his victory), who’s to blame.
I’m sure I know many people who voted for Trump, whether they care to admit it or not. This vaguely nauseates me. I was born — back in the Pleistocene era — at Pennsylvania Hospital, 8th and Chestnut Streets in Philadelphia, just three blocks from Independence Hall, and through my life I’ve admired what this country has stood for, not least Emma Lazarus’s sentiments engraved at the bottom of the Statue of Liberty in 1903. My grandparents when they arrived here saw that plaque, I think (my grandmother worked at Ellis Island as a nurse), though because their English was poor I’m not sure they could read it. In the past few years I’ve enjoyed reading about 18th-century American history, about the founders, and I’ve never had a problem with the idea that progress can be low: two steps forward one step back, and sometimes worse than that. I’m no revolutionary. And of course there was our founding sin (and the sin of those founders), slavery.
But at least then, I could believe that this was still my country. It’s really not my country any more. The beacon of the free world, proud and courageous, is no longer Washington, DC, it seems; it’s Kyiv.
Slava Ukraini. I wrote about my own Ukrainian roots here.