Over Easter, I thought on Ukraine’s Passion. Conspired against by Vladimir Putin, a high priest of Russian revanchism and zealot who believes the Soviet Union’s collapse was the greatest geopolitical catastrophe of the 20th century, Ukraine’s crucifixion proceeds.
First Crimea, Ukraine’s garden, was captured by a braying crowd of thugs-for-hire and Russian soldiers. Its indigenous people, Crimean Tartars, are now persecuted, and Ukrainian speakers harassed — their exodus to the still-free lands of Ukraine already begun.
Yet Ukraine was not undone by the philistine Putin alone. There was a Judas, Viktor Yanukovych. His betrayal complete, his “30 pieces of silver” palmed, this Iscariot fled into the wilderness of Rostov-on-Don. Of no further use to Moscow — no state long harbours a traitor — he could soon be swinging off a scaffold in the steppes. He won’t be missed, nor mourned.