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Showing posts with label Ilko Kucheriv. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ilko Kucheriv. Show all posts

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Andrei Sakharov's Theory of Symmetry



It has been a quarter of a century since the passing of Andrei Sakharov a Nobel Prize winning physicist, dissident and civil rights activist, and I sometimes wonder how little has changed in Russia since then? Particularly since Russia's invasion of Crimea and its incursion into the Donbass region with some of the finest of its elite troops and hired mercenaries from over four-thousand kilometres away. These actions on behalf of the Kremlin, while now different from those which were part of Sakharov's “theory of symmetry” on Soviet society, have created much of the same effect as during Soviet times.

Additionally, the West's reaction to the Kremlin's “debonaire terrorist” attitude towards Ukraine and all aspects of international law has resulted in the Russian rouble being the worst currency in the world. I a typical isolationist and Soviet mentality, there has been a call to make it illegal for retailers to advertise the price of their goods in any currency other than roubles. Paired, with this the Kremlin is recruiting a whole new echelon of “patriotic snitches” known as “stukachi” in Soviet times; let's not forget that the Russian Orthodox Church has played such a role for the Kremlin since the passing of Patriarch Tikhon of Moscow.

While many individuals would probably never remember such a day, the day that I heard of Andrei Sakharov's death is frozen in my mind's eye like it was yesterday. In the mid to late 1980s I became extremely active in the Ukrainian-Canadian students' movement, both in helping to revive Ukrainian Student's Clubs at the universities I attended and taking an active role in the Ukrainian Canadian Students' Union, hereafter SUSK, leadership as Vice-President Laurentian as the position was then called. As anyone who knows me I have always tried to maintain contact with friends wherever we end up on the face of the planet and in December of 1989 while studying at McGill University and in my official position with SUSK I was informed by colleagues in Ottawa that we would be having a visiting scholar from Ukraine who had spent a semester at the University of Alberta, and who was returning to Ukraine, via the standard route in those days – Montreal – Moscow -Kyiv.



Our Visitor – My Task

After his stint at the University of Alberta in Edmonton Vasyl Yaremenko travelled eastward before returning to the Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic as part of the USSR. A good friend of mine Wally Barabash drove him from Ottawa to Montreal where he delivered a talk on the situation and revival of the Ukrainian language in Gorbachev's period of “perebudova”. While our visitor stayed with well-known Holodmor historian professor Roman Serbyn, my friend Wally stayed with me until he had to drive Vasyl Yaremenko to the now non-existent Mirabel Airport some sixty-five kilometres north of Montreal and designated as our international airport of the day.



The day he was to leave was a cold sunny and bright December day. Vasyl Yaremenko had made one request of myself and Wally before he drove him to the airport. It was a simple request and one that was not uncommon for the time. It was to help him in selecting a boom-box for his son Bohdan. Clearly it would have to run on the 220 alternating current which electric and electronic devices operated in that part of the world.


Vasyl Yaremenko told me the price range he had budgeted for the day before Wally and I picked him up at Professor Serbyn's. This was not something I was not familiar with and thus I selected two electronics stores located proximate to Roman Serbyn's home, knowing both the quality of goods sold at the store and understanding the possibility of haggling with the shop-keep.


The News

When we walked into the shop cluttered with wall-to-wall electronics the first thing the three of us heard was the familiar hourly call signal of RFE/RL for shortwave broadcasts. It turned out that my first choice of shops was that of a former Refusenik who had managed to emigrate under the work carried out by Nathan Sharansky. It was then that we heard the news, in that cluttered but welcoming shop, that Andrei Sakaharov had died. He was sixty-eigth.


The four of us looked at one another. It was like the end of an era. Sakharov had embodied so much energy that was totally against what the entire Soviet system stood for. We all looked at one another, there was a complete silence in our space, with the exception of the announcer's voice, of the other relevant news from that part of the world. A part of the world still captured under the yoke of Moscow – in an evil system of domination and subjugation.


The shop-keep held his fore-head in his right hand when he heard the news, Yaremenko shook his head, stating that this was a great loss for freedom loving people everywhere, but particularly in the USSR.


It took a little while to shake this, but clearly longer for Yaremenko and the shop-keep. Once the initial shock wore off, I together with Wally took the time to narrow down the selection of the appropriate unit. Then we left the haggling on the price to the two, pretty-well peers, to work out the price. The entire haggle session which lasted about ten minutes was carried out in the Russian language and eventually Vasyl Yaremenko made a decision with our help. We walked out of that cluttered shop with a boom-box which would be appreciated in the future by his son Bohdan.


I'll never forget that day that when I heard of Andrei Sakharov's passing.


Before and After

Andrei Sakharov while in the Soviet Union fell very much in line with what was Dwight Eisenhower's concept of Atoms for Peace. The role he had as a physicist who understood his own nuclear undertaking came out in the early 1960s against nuclear proliferation. As time went on, Sakharov was branded as an enemy and traitor of the Soviet Union. Interesting now Moscow has returned to such labelling and ostracizing of their critical members of their society. Today, if Sakharov were still here he would face the same shit he faced when he protested against the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan. He would be against Russia's Invasion of Ukraine and that is twenty-five years after his death we should honour him.


As for the decisions I made with Vasyl Yaremenko, I would learn about that connection during the summer of 1990.


During a SUSK planned trip to Ukraine in the summer of 1990 which started on July 1, I would learn of some close connections on a trip that meant a great deal to me. The first connection was primarily a connection with my deceased father. He unlike many who had travelled to the new world by ship had made a decision to fly to Canada his adoptive home after the great war.



My father flew from Brussels to Shannon, Ireland. This was followed with a hop to Gander, Newfoundland, and then on to Montreal. At about the same age as he was coming to the “New World” I was flying in the opposite direction with stops in Gander and Shannon. Howecer, my final stop in Kyiv and not Brussels, my paternal homeland.


Our Ukrainian student contacts of the day had contacts in Kyiv whom we would eventually be staying with for our first few days in Ukraine's capital – Kyiv.


On the first day of our stay I was introduced to a number of students and even one who I had know as one of the first graduands of the Canada-Ukraine Parliamentary Program – Ivan Tkachenko whom I had met the in Ottawa the summer before, while I was employed at the International Development Research Centre in Ottawa. When our small group of six students finally met Ivan and his family we were instantly introduced to his like-minded friends.


A Visit to Kharkivskiy Massiv

While it never really hit me at the time, during my first visit to Kyiv in July of 1990, I was getting some extremely privileged experiences. Ivan Tkachenko's father walked us from their flat on Gorkovoho, now Antonovycha, over to Pushkinska Street and through Shevchenko Park on that muggy July afternoon the day of our arrival. Ivan's father, a film maker, told us of how Jews were marched along Volodymyrska and then north to Babyn Yar. As we walked past 33 Volodymyrska Street my fellow student and friend playfully opened the door what was still the KGB HQ in Ukaine and fired off a few snaps with his camera. None of the officers were thrilled with his antics, and they followed him out on to the street as we passed his camera amongst our group, denying any such “espionage” had taken place.


We then went to the sight of the Church of the Tithes, looked out on Podil and Obolon'. In 1990 Ivan Tkachenko clearly stood out. He was wearing a pair of long-shorts with the cartoon character “Yosemite Sam” blazing his guns and clearly a shout out to the people of Ukraine of 1990.


While chronology doesn't matter in this retelling of this tale, eventually we all ended up at an apartment at Kharkivskiy Massiv. At the moment we arrived there we only knew we were at Bohdan's place and that his parents were at their “dacha”, or cottage.

Right to Left - Top to Bottom: Bohdan Yaremenko, Ivan Tkachenko, Yuriy Tatukh, Greg Kindiak, Nadia Homonko, Kateryna XXX, XXX XXX, Vasyl Pawlowsky, Serhiy Taran, Roman Ivanus


It was not long after we arrived there, our host Bohdan put on some music and we were invited to have some drinks. In less than half an hour of being there, one of my fellow Canadian students asked Bohdan where he had gotten his “boom box”. Of course he went on to explain how his father had been in Canada a few years earlier, and how this guy Vasyl had picked out such a great piece of equipment for him. In all honesty, it didn't take me or anyone else to realize the connection and that I had been a principle of advising Bohdan Vasylovych on this particular product for his son.


Full Circle - 25 Years Less a Year

As we all know, Viktor Yanukovych – for anyone with normal vision, understood him as both a criminal and vassal of Moscovia decided to change Ukraine's publicly declared vector towards Europe, towards one aimed in a different direction; that of Tsar Putin's Eurasian Economic Union as a manner to re-establish the Soviet Union in USSR 2.0.



When it became clear that Yanukovych was not going to sign the Association Agreement with the EU, Mustafa Nayyem called on students to come out to Maidan, Kyiv's main square, though I think he is given too much credit for this movement as new generation had come to fruition from the Orange (R)evolution. They were not going to be fooled again, and it wasn't simply his call to action, but their own initiative and the witnessing of empty promises of Viktor Yushchenko, the poster boy of democracy in Ukraine. Unfortunately, too much credit is being given to people like Nayem who may be great at what they did and do professionally but are far from ready to be involved in politics in a still very immature political culture with no party discipline and no political checks and balances.



While, many like to credit Nayyem with what happened and what started the EuroMaidan movement – they are all mistaken and have oversimplified the situation and once again catapulted, a number of individuals who are popular, into politics for the wrong reasons. This,which seems to have bevcome a phenomenon of Ukraine's last two revolutions, will once again retard political development in Ukraine. It is equally as stupid as Yulia Tymoshenko's populist tact of utilizing Nadia Savchenko as a political candidate in their retarded and non-democratic but populist list system.



A few days after Nayem, purportedly started the Euromaidan movement via Facebook, there was a brutal crack-down on the peacefully protesting students on Maidan.



When that happened, my old acquaintance, Bohdan Yaremenko, then in Ukraine's Foreign Service and then posted in Istanbul, called a spade a spade. He equated the crack down on student's on Maidan as being the same as the Nazi regime upon Jews in Germany during the Third Reich. He wasn't far off, but given the criminal regime of Yanukovych then he was recalled from Istanbul and his political post.



Let's Not Repeat Mistakes

I hope for the sake of those who died of the Heavenly Hundred and those who are continuing to die in the Donbass region, that those who've been elected to the Verkhovna Rada will continuously check themselves and the reasons they are there. They must all realize that if they become complacent in the requirements for change that there are still plenty of civic watch-dogs ready to snap at their heels, and if necessary, bite them in the ass.



The newly formed Cabinet of Ministers has been in principle been given carte-blanche for a year. How well the government will perform will not only be their responsibility, but that of the VR in ensuring that required reform legislation is passed. Though we've seen a similar scenario, where some good legislation made it through the VR, though it was never implemented or enforced – and when people broke the law they were never punished. This has to change if Ukraine wants to move forward, and not besmirch those who have paid the ultimate price.



There is unfortunately a group of members of Ukraine's VR that will do everything possible to throw a spanner into the works and make it more difficult to pass legislation. The extremely unimaginative and ass-backwards thinking group that calls themselves the “Oppositional Block” consists of twenty-nine members in the Verkhovna Rada. A good number of these individuals are dubious characters and leftovers from Yanukovych's criminal regime who should all be sitting in prison for their voting behaviour on January 16, 2014, for a package of laws which would restrict practically any type of civil dissent and give law-enforcement agencies wide-ranging powers to suppress such dissent. This legislation came to be known as the “Dictatorial Laws” passed on Black Thursday.



To not repeat many of the same mistakes made in the past in particular on deputies who've been elected to the VR – is that their immunity which puts them above the law must be eliminated immediately. This immunity is similar and a hold over to a period when Sakharov postulated a “theory of symmetry”. “...Our state is similar to a cancer cell – with its messianism and expansionism, its totalitarian suppression of dissent, the authoritarian structure of power, with a total absence of public control in the most important decisions in domestic and foreign policy, a closed society that does not inform its citizens of anything substantial, closed to the outside world, without freedom of travel or the exchange of information.”


This quote of Sakharov's is the exact direction to which the Russian Federation is returning. A Russian Federation guided by a KGB crony with a Napoleon Complex.

Supporting Rule of Law: Quick Wins

While, Ukraine is making very valiant efforts to breakaway from its Soviet legacy, the most important changes it must make are in Rule of Law. This is something I have written about in the past, though at this time, I would like to direct you all to my fellow Canadian, Daniel Bilak's opinion piece in the Kyiv Post called Nine Quick Wins For Justice.


While, I am not an expert on legal matters, I can support those matters that I felt effected my decade experience living in Ukraine. We all know that i will agree with QW1, as it is something I have stated above.


QW2: I remember when I was still working in journalism and about to make my way back to librarianship/information services at one of Ukraine's leading law firms in early 2003 when Ukraine's new Civil Code came to light. I saw many things where the conflict of interest of the State and private interests created expenses to many parties which were unnecessary.


QW3: The issue of judges in Ukraine must be investigated, not only at the level that Bilak mentions but at all levels. Transparency and rule of law are once again important. In 2001 I had a family member in a regional city whose husband wanted to take things into his own hands and use a third party outside of the law. I convinced her and him to work with civic organizations in that city to resolve their issues.


QW4: Yes, the issue between civil servants and public masters needs a change, both between the understanding of those civil servants and on behalf of citizens expecting service and not being dictated to. Ukraine could benefit by removing up to three layers least of duplication in services which are to work for society and its people.


QW5: Over ten years ago there were projects supported by TACIS and other organizations for such important aspects of Ukrainian life. Unfortunately, internal corruption of the system, never let those project come to fruition.


QW6: Please remember that volunteerism and civic activism has been by many as a way to ingratiate themselves and close family members. I know this for a fact and I have plenty of evidence to prove it. Let's be careful with this area. I know it inside and out.


QW7: I know this area personally having spent easily close to five times at a least for equivalent services in Canada – and that was in the best case scenario. Along with this from a Canadian point of view; the idiocy of company seals and stamps is nonsense and an additional cost creating a nonsensical industry of stamps.


QW8: Under the current situation, the rule of law is not being satisfied.


Finally Daniel Bilak's “Quick Win's” and I hope that there will be an appropriate implantation of these Quick Wins.

QW9: Communication is key. There are plenty of top notch NGOs which I had the great opportunity to work with. Communication was always their key and they have trained many along the way. I hope that as in the past that the government of Ukraine and it's advisers continue to listen to the tell of the Ilko Kucheriv Democratic Initiatives Foundation.


I'm not someone dislocated from the needs many of us have had for a quarter of a century. I hope that those new “foreign” members of the government will make sure these matters are implemented, and they will bear the necessary fruit.


Foreign Input

Ukraine must take the proper steps that Ukrainians from abroad have taken for so many years. Ukraine, somehow always rejected a Jewish model. A model of inviting Ukrainians and foreigners to build a nation. Those who reject this approach are simply out to lunch, but at the same time only wanting to garner more than they are worth. This same approach of barring new approaches to investment took place during the 2012 Euro bid and unfortunately the transparency that is necessary will not tell us all who Sadoviy really is? I experienced this personally therefore I have a great scepticism of what Samopomich involved with Sadoviy is. If you followed the matter in 2012, you will have to wonder? Is Samopomich a criminal organization as all other political parties. I hope I am wrong, but at the same time I will love to say – I told you so. I have very little trust in Sadoviy and his team in terms of professionalism based on my personal professional experience.


Now,when experience is important, we again have the Soviet approach towards a new government that wants to gather the best people possible. Let's make every possible moment count for Ukraine's new government. Let's help Ukraine move as far away as possible from a theory of symmetry.

Vasyl Pawlowsky Independent Consultant

The commentary of this was first published on the WPawlowsky.com site.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

A living legacy of Democracy: One year later!

A year ago today many lost a good friend, my friend, Iryna, lost a caring husband and companion and two young ladies lost a father. Before that tragic day arrived, my friend Ilko Kucheriv, was waging a battle of a lifetime, which unfortunately he lost. The outpouring of support and positive thoughts and prayers from all over the world was incredible and I know that those closest to Ilko appreciated it at the time. I know personally how thankful he was for my “troubles” about his condition and as a friend I appreciate that he took the moment let me know.

Within hours of his passing I was contacted by a publisher in Kyiv who knew that I had worked closely to Ilko to write a few words about his life. It was an extremely difficult task, but it was one I had to tackle and I believe I did so successfully and am thankful that I was given such an opportunity. It helped me heal.

So now I look back and think what has happened in that year. Shortly after he left us there were others who in word also expressed their feeling of loss. Some had also worked with him in similar or different capacities than I had, while others, those closest to him, his widow and colleagues at the Democratic Initiatives Foundation which he headed until his last days also took a big step. Before last summer was out, a decision was taken by those piloting one of Ukraine's democratic ship the rocky shoals of a country's development to create a living memory of our friend and colleague, buy renaming the organization which found, Democratic Initiatives Foundation, the Ilko Kucheriv Democratic Initiatives Foundation.

As I look back I want to share with you some of the things that have been written about Ilko, when people and organizations heard of his passing.

An acquaintance of mine Nadia Diuk of the National Endowment for Democracy, Washington, DC, wrote:

“Ilko had a unique talent in bringing people together—a very special skill in a country where, as the old Ukrainian proverb goes, whenever two Ukrainians get together, invariably three parties will emerge.  He brought journalists, specialists, politicians, diplomats and civil society activists, all with different points of view around the same table and took on the burning issues of the day through civilized discussion and debate.  He was an “intellectual entrepreneur”; while many people would sit around and complain “What is to be done?”  Ilko would be the one come up with a plan and to get up and make it happen.  He came to the United States as a Reagan-Fascell Fellow in 2006-7 and spoke often of how the experience dramatically broadened his outlook and made him rethink his approach to his own work and the profile of his organization.”
Source: http://www.ned.org/about/staff/nadia-diuk/ilko-kucheriv-1955-2010

Friend of mine Mark Rachkevych, originally of Chicago, who now makes Kyiv his home, wrote in the Kyiv Post:

“I recall meeting Kucheriv at the Drum [ed. a Kyiv haunt of journalist and democratically minded Ukrainian youth, and expats.] when he returned from his six-month Reagan-Fascell fellowship in Washington, D.C. in 2006. Like many who come back from stints in the West, full of ambition and fresh ideas, Kucheriv proclaimed that he’d start to engage in public diplomacy, whose practice he said would make Democratic Initiatives the preeminent think-tank in Ukraine, on par with the Cato or Brookings Institute.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he’d been practicing public diplomacy ever since 1992, and successfully at that. That’s the kind of person he was. He was the big, serious teddy bear with a vision.”

Source: http://www.kyivpost.com/news/opinion/op_ed/detail/68586/#ixzz1NkKtUnTY

The World Movement for Democracy, which also republished a letter from Ilko to their office, which he wrote a day before his death and after he returned to Kyiv from the Sixth Assembly held in Jakarta. It was but about six weeks earlier that I had called Ilko to find the phone number of a common friend, Serhiy Sholokh, who now lives in the Washington, DC area. Ilko said to me when I called him, “Bill, I'll send you his phone number, I'm in Jakarta right now at the WMD Sixth Assembly. I have to see a doctor when I get back, my back is bothering me a lot. You know what they charge for international roaming! You'll get his number soon, I'll email it to you.” Ilko loved his gadgets and technology and within minutes I had Serhiy's coordinates.

“Mr. Kucheriv was the founder of DIF, a leading think tank that focuses on deepening democracy in Ukraine. Since its founding in 1992, Mr. Kucheriv and his institution engaged in research and debates concerning public attitudes on political, social, and economic issues. They commissioned exit polls for major Ukrainian elections, including the 2004 presidential elections, which helped to expose the massive electoral fraud that led to the Orange Revolution. Widely recognized as one of Ukraine’s most prominent nongovernmen­tal activists, Mr. Kucheriv was active in Ukrainian civil society for almost 30 years.”

Source: http://www.wmd.org/alerts/world-movement-expresses-its-condolences-passing-ukrainian-participant

May all those who knew and worked with Ilko remember him today and every day, and carry on what he started in his spirit.


Saturday, May 21, 2011

Thirty two years ago...

Two days ago I posted an entry in Ukrainian, and on this day, thirty two years to the day of my father's untimely death at the age of fifty-two of an aneurysm, it seems fitting to me that others get a glimpse into what probably changed my life to an immeasurable degree. This is not a verbatim translation of my previous post but rather an admixture of that post and some additional thoughts that have come to me that are worth mentioning in order that the non-Ukrainian reader can better understand.

On May 18, 1979 I went through one of those rights of passage experienced when one is just about to complete high school - the prom or grad as we called in in my home town! Regardless of where on this planet one lives it is a significant event in nearly every young person's life. I was no different at that moment when it was happening; but after the event everything in my life changed very rapidly.

Now here begins my digression, or maybe it's just part of my story.

“Who of you doesn't like to sit in your grandmother or grandfather's lap on a cold winter night and listen to those long-extensively long stories, which ring out so nicely in the evening silence! Who of you doesn't like interesting tales about far off, lands beyond the sea, about incredible adventures about sailors on the vast expanse of the ocean, about strange plants and animals of a tropical climate!” This is how the foreword of one of the books I came upon through the generosity of a close family friend a few days ago. Her late husband was my brother's godfather, her son and I were the best of friends. Some of my friends thought that he and I were cousins. We did so much together and with our fathers. All we have left are a lot of fond memories. What I know that I have left is a love for both his adopted home, Canada, as well as his land of birth Ukraine - its culture and its language, which some say is only second, after Italian, in its musicality.

But that was but one of the many books which Mrs L, as I had called her in my childhood even though she had a surname, had passed on to me. Though for some reason my mother wanted to give them all to some community organization and had said, “What do you need those books for you are never going to read them all!” She didn't say this in Ukrainian but English! While some of my Ukrainian friends never knew this until their own parents pointed it out to them my mother isn't Ukrainian, but Canadian with Irish and Scottish roots, but I have never considered myself WASP. Sure non-English sounding names were even pretty common when I was growing up in Canada so in fact few of your classmates actually knew very little about one another and their roots.

The whole issue with the two boxes of books to me had nothing to do with whether I will read them or not but we have to value books. My mother simply has never understood and will never understand what books mean to me. She has an even lesser understanding that these are books that a greater part of the Ukrainian diaspora are not interested in and don't even take an interest in reading things in, for some, their mother tongue. It may sound odd, but it's a fact. Individuals, like electricity, take the path of least resistance, and few take the road less traveled, particularly those who are in fact loosing one of the most important vestiges of their heritage, their language.

This year marks the one hundred and twentieth year of Ukrainian settlement in Canada. The aforementioned forward however is not of a book from Ukrainian literature, but from a book which was first published in 1719, two hundred years earlier than the imprint of that which the citation originates. The author of that book was Daniel Defoe - and most readers simply call the novel Robinson Crusoe, though the original title is much longer. I am certain that many of you have either read it or seen the countless spin offs on television based on the same theme: Swiss Family Robinson, Lost in Space or even seen the movie Cast Away.


The copy of Robinson Crusoe which I have in my possession was published by the printing house of the Kanadyiskii Farmer, Canadian Farmer, in Winnipeg in 1919, as you can see from the image of the colophon I have included. But this is but one of the interesting books which I now have in my possession.


“Published in 1898 by the “Academic Community” student association the collection of my poems “Miy Izmarhad” [ed. In the old Rusyn language Izmarhadymy were a name given to collections of articles and parables of a moral character, from which the reader could garner answers to various questions in their day-to-day lives.] I has not been available for quite some time, and still back in 1909 the board of the Ukraino-Rusyn Publishing Association agreed upon the publishing of a new edition... The character of the collection itself, which is a succession in part of the collection of instructions and stories known under the title of “Ismarahd”, is to be expanded. I resolved that here we would print an whole series of my poems which were written during a thirty-two year period, which did not appear in my earlier collection, but particularly the second edition of “Z vershyn s nyzyn” [ed. From the tops and the bottoms]. This was the forward which Ivan Franko wrote to another of the books which came to me. “The old and the new. A Second and expanded edition of My “Izmarahd” - The Poems of Ivan Franko – published in Lviv, 1911. Somehow this book is closer to my heart and soul for a number of different reasons – but the most important of theses is that it is not a translation of foreign literature, but an original.

I had read a number of Franko's works but this was before the period that I set foot not only in Ukraine, but also in places which Franko had also been.

In the summer of 1990 – through my involvement in the Ukrainian Canadian Students' Union, I traveled to Ukraine for the first time. True, it was still known as the Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic at that time, but there were changes afoot. Changes which fellow students in Ukraine, members of the Student Brotherhood Association of the Lviv, our hosts, were a large part of. It was an interesting period – students were reviving old traditions, there was a certain self confidence and pride among nationally conscious Ukrainians. I was one of six Ukrainian-Canadian students invited by our host organization. In fact, from what we were told we were the first student group to visit Ukraine that had not been invited by the Komsomol.

We arrived in Kyiv on July 1, Canada Day. The trip had a certain significance, for I traveled a very similar route that my father had emigrated to Canada by, well at least for the crossing of the Atlantic Ocean. The night before we departed from Toronto and landed in Gander to refuel followed by a second stop in Shannon, Ireland. Both my father and I were at about the same age during our respective trips to totally new lands for us. The first few days in Kyiv, are a story unto itself, and while a penned version of that is in the works, it probably won't appear here for some time.

On July 5 we finally got on a train to Lviv and arrived on early the following morning on the eve of Ivana Kupalo Day , the Feast of St. John the Baptist. After settling in with our host families, a few hours sleep and some food, we all gathered with our hosts and a group from our host organization to head off by bus to Kolomiya to not only celebrate this holiday on the banks of the River Prut, but to hold a number of impromptu concerts in that city as a way of stirring up national pride of the townsfolk and its visitors. As a result of one of these concerts a local woman invited the entire group of us, over forty people to her place for lunch. It was quite an incredible experience. One has to remember that at that time it Ukraine was still Soviet, and there were songs as well as poems recited by our Ukrainian student counterparts which under the laws of the time could still be considered anti-Soviet and seditious. At some point during the time we were the guest of this woman she was was sending family members out to the neighbours to get more horilka for her student guests.

Some time in the middle of July there were plans to take a day trip to Nahuyevychi, Franko's home village, but in order to understand one of the things that happened on that trip I have to take a little foray back a few years earlier – to the period during which I was working on my Masters in Ukrainian Literature at the University of Ottawa from 1986 through 1988.

During those years there were literary scholars and historians who specialized on the theme of Ivan Franko who visited Ottawa. One of my obligations within our department was the planning of excursions for these visitors from Ukraine. For the most part these would be to the old National Gallery on Elgin Street, to the National Archives and Library of Canada and to Parliament where they would meet Parliamentarians with Ukrainian roots. I did everything by the book and our guests always said that they enjoyed the opportunity to see a little bit more of Ottawa and at the same time Canada – in 1987 or 1988 who ever imagined that the USSR would collapse so soon?

Let's return now to Franko's native village. The plan was to visit his parents home and the museum named in his honour. Our group was standing about thirty metres from the museum, I know that my friend Roksolana was there as was Markian Ivashchyshyn, a man of big stature and head of the organization that was hosting us. He had walked over to the museum to see if it was open. In all honest I don't remember that we even went into the museum, but what happened next I will recall as long as I live.

We all saw that Markian was speaking to some woman. They he yelled to me, “Vasyl, what is your surname?” I replied and he waved with his hand for us to come to him. There stood a woman with a familiar face and from her lips I heard the following words, “Now it's my turn to be your tour guide?” At that moment and even to this day I don't remember what that woman's name was, be knew we were acquainted. The members of our group were truly surprised. And that was my experience visiting Ivan Franko's home village.

In the late spring of 2007, Ukraine was once again going through some difficult political times. On April third of that same year Ukraine's President Viktor Yushchenko dissolved Parliament and once again there were tents on Kyiv's main square Maydan Nezalezhnosti, Independence Square, and it wasn't the first time that I met my kum [VP. Non-blood relationship, one who is a godparent of someone's child.] beside a tent on that square. He says to me, “Kum listen here! You know Vasyliu I've already been to the place where you grew up, but you have never been to my home village. This summer there's a wedding in the family – let's go to together?” That is how I end up in the village of Lolyn!

So there I was in the same village were Ivan Franko found his first love. That was the second time I found myself in a place that Franko had once tread. Clearly his intentions were a lot more serious than mine and her name was Olya Roshkevych the daughter of the local priest. She even became his betrothed, though after Franko's arrest in 1887 while in his second year at Lviv University his fate change. Her father forbade the two to see each other but they saw each other secretly but their future together was not written in the stars. At a ball in Kolomiya they danced their last waltz together. While the rest of his life story is not the reason for this scribbling, having by chance walked were he had once walked is one of the many reasons I have a greater affinity to the second of these two books.

Now I want to say something else — as readers you have stumled upon an Internet premiere. Unlike many other premieres, this one will probably go unnoticed. It is the first time that one Franko's poems printed more than one hundred years ago in Lviv in 1911 is to appear on the Internet. The poem which I have chosen is called "To the Rusyn Fatalists" which had seen the world for the first time in a publication called "Zerkalo" (Mirror) in its tenth number on May 15, 1883 — according to the collection I have in hand. The translation below is my own and to the best of my knowledge it may also be a premiere. Now I'm not sure what I'm getting myself into as it may take me a better part of the day to translate this and do it any justice!






To the Rusyn Fatalists

“Akhbar Allah! God is great!”
Says the Turk sipping his coffee.
“May Allah condemn you,
The sentence will be inevitable,
If you are to hang, you will hang,
Though you may drown in sea swells:
If they drown you, you will drown, though you wanted to hang,
So that you know, that Akbar Allah!”

“It's a bitter fate — says the Rusyn —
Glory to those plundering princes
And the Polovtsi and Lithuanians
And the insatiable evil poles;
The Turks and Tartars tore us,
And plucked did the moscovite people, —
Rus' is hard it went through everything,
And will still experience more.”

“But new days brought to us
Charitable institutions :
Autonomy, appendices,
Execution by taxation,
Banks, usury, auctions,
Floods, famine, suffering everywhere...
But why should we be bothered with this?
Rus is hard and will remain.

“We have already endured a great deal in life,
And will still endure a great deal more :
Because we, as you can see, strong in patience ;
We endure, which means we live.
The wolf will eat the shepherds, will eat us all,
And Rus will go on without Rusyns.
It has endured so much,
That it will even endure itself.”


This was but one little moment I wanted to share with those that drop by. Maybe I will never write anything like this again — because the moment has to be right and I have to find my muse. That muse can take on many forms — in this case it didn't come to me by chance, it came to me with a certain date and thanks to a certain person who gifted me these books, this treasure. I also thank her for the memorial service which she is organizing on May 21, 2011 - its for all those from our small Ukrainian community in Lachine. They include: Teodor Powidajko, Marta Tsiopa, Anastasia and Bohdan Bilohan, Teodor Bilenkiy, Olena and Roman Kupchak, Mykhaylo Kots, Zina and Mykhaylo Hayduk, Elizaveta and Mykhaylo Kurash, Hanya Zavatska, Lukian Danylyk and my father Vasyl Pawlowsky.

All these people called Ukraine there homeland — some of them fought for its freedom against both the Nazis and Red Army for the idea of an Independent and Sovereign Ukraine and had the opportunity to visit only after the USSR crumbled. Others survived the Holodomor and Stalinist purges and maybe others like my father made through WWII and never saw an Independent Ukraine. Though I'm certain that they all were proud Ukrainians and raised their children and even grandchildren while at the same time they worked at building and contributing to the country which had adopted them, Canada.

On the day of that memorial service Georgy Gongadze would have been forty-two years young. But there are a lot of other friends who are no longer with us: Orest Vasyltsiv, Andriy Vynnychuk, Serhiy Naboka, Taras Protsyk, Oleksandr Kryvenko and Ilko Kucheriv.

All of these people who have passed somehow influenced my life, whether they were part of my upbringing in my youth and friends of my parents in Canada, or those of my generation who were born in Ukraine and who later became my friends in Ukraine, friends who were trying to build a new independent nation. Anyone who reads this and knew even one of these individuals who walked among us, remember them and thank the powers that be that they were a part of your life — had they been parent, friend, soldier, journalist or civic activist. One thing that is clear in my mind, they were all patriots of their countries.

Glory to Ukraine! Glory to Patriots!

Monday, May 31, 2010

In memory of Ilko Kucheriv

Saturday May 29, 2010 was a sad day and writing about the passing of a friend is difficult for anyone. During the frenzy of phone calls and chatting with friends from all over the world about our common loss I was asked to write something in Ilko's memory for Ukraine Business, well here it is, including the Editorial note from the publishers.

[Editor’s Note: Immediately upon learning of the death of Ilko Kucheriv, we called one of his oldest friends and asked that friend, Vasyl Pawlowsky if he would be kind enough to pen an appropriate obituary. We know this was a painful exercise for Vasyl and we appreciate his efforts. Please note that Vasyl has included at the end of the obituary a note regarding funeral arrangements on June 1, 2010.]



By Vasyl Pawlowsky

On May 29, 2010, Ukraine and all those who cared about making the world a better and democratic place lost a good friend, when the life of Ilko Kucheriv, the Director of Kyiv-based Democratic Initiatives Foundation, came to an end. It was an end that so many saw coming, while at the same time they all tried, in every way humanly possible, to extend the life of a man, father and friend who had so many plans, for a man who was 55 years young.

On May 15, I received an e-mail from my good friend and colleague Ilko Kucheriv that he dictated to his wife.

“Hello, Bill. Thank you for your caring and troubles. Honestly, this little surprise has substantially changed my life and priorities. I remain a cocksure optimist and am preparing to fight for my life with all my strength."

Two days earlier a friend had called me from Kyiv to inform me that the surprise Ilko referred to was lung cancer a diagnosis he had received at the beginning of the month of May. The troubles Ilko referred to were my effort to rally his friends and acquaintances worldwide to help him in his battle of a lifetime.


The attitude and conviction I felt in his words were one hundred percent Ilko, the Ilko that many in Ukraine’s NGO community had gotten to know over the years.


While Ilko had graduated from Shevchenko University with a degree in biology following in the footsteps of his other family members, the events that transpired in the mid to late 1980s completely changed the direction of his life.

He became involved in the dissident movement in the mid to late 1980s and as part of that he made frequent train runs to the Baltic countries in order to print publications in Ukrainian that were not sanctioned by the authorities. He was on the organizing committee for the first meeting of the People’s Movement of Ukraine (for reconstruction) RUKH in 1989, and worked in that organization’s secretariat from 1898-1990 in 1992 under the encouragement of Vyacheslav Chornovil he started the Democratic Initiatives center, which later became a Foundation in 1996. Of all the people who would have crossed paths with Ilko in those early years, or those who worked with him or got to know him through the Democratic Initiatives Foundation, be they sociologists, NGO activists, journalists or simply friends, they all knew or quickly came to know one thing. Ilko was a man of conviction and vision and was one of the very few in Ukraine who did not sell out to the politicos in the country. He was tireless, professional and devoted to everything he tackled in order to make the world and his country a better place. In order to do this he used sociology and public opinion. He wanted the people leading the country to know what the people who were following thought, and from 1993 until the very end, he was editor of “Political Portrait of Ukraine” a bulletin that came out as number 37-38 at the end of last year.


Ilko was a pioneer in so many ways. I met him in Kyiv in the spring of 1999 and it was not long before he was asking me as a Canadian and native speaker of the English language to help him go over an funding agreement he had received from a major international donor to finance the Exit Poll his organization was going to conduct during the Presidential elections at the end of October of that year. This was only the second time Ukraine had ever had Exit Polls, the first were organized and conducted by Ilko and his organization during the Parliamentary Elections in 1998. In the international community, the word Exit Poll became synonymous with Ilko Kucheriv.


Ilko was a strong advocate on importing foreign know-how for the cause of improving Ukraine. Over the nearly eleven years that followed I became a good friend of not only Ilko’s but also of his co-workers in acquiring the required resources to carry out his projects and working towards the goals and objectives he had set together with his colleagues. On many occasions, we traveled together as part of his vision of gathering the experiences of Ukraine’s neighboring countries, Slovakia and Poland and partnering with leading organizations in those countries in order to learn from the very best.


Ilko was a man who was serious and had no problems in using unusual methods in order to draw society’s attention to issues that were important to him and to Ukraine. Being a strong advocate of Ukraine becoming a member of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization he made a statement that caught the country’s eye, well at least it caught the eye of the Ukrainian media. During NATO’s Secretary General Lord Robertson’s one-day visit to Kyiv on October 20, 2003 Ilko presented Robertson with his personal application to become a member of NATO. He clearly had a sense of humor and this was true to the very end of his life.

In March of 2004, Ilko and I were on our way to Bratislava on business. Given NATO by this time had a new Secretary General he said to me as our plane came into to land, “Bill, you have to make out a new application for me to present to the new Secretary General, he will be at a Minster’s conference this week.” I agreed that it was a good idea and would turns heads, and he agreed that we would have to see if would at all be possible. During one of those days in mid March from up on the hill of Bratislava’s Castle Ilko and I planned an exit poll that would be as he dubbed it “a litmus test for democracy in Ukraine”. It was an exit poll in the highly contested mayoral elections in the Transcarpathian town of Mukachevo. A month later Ilko’s “litmus test” proved to be highly acidic and a great deal of what Ilko had foreseen and witnessed, played itself out during the second round of presidential elections in November of 2004. The instrument which Ilko had introduced to Ukraine, the exit poll, laid credence to electoral fraud which led to be what the world knows as the Orange Revolution.


Ilko was well traveled, well spoken and well liked by those who got to know him. While much of his travel abroad, like his projects, was funded by international donor organizations he always tried to find a manner in which he could share his experience with his family: his wife Iryna and daughters Olesia and Bohdanka.

One such journey was when he had obtained a Regan-Fascell Democracy Fellowship and traveled to Washington, DC, as he prepared for his departure he said to me, “I have to make sure that I have my family come and spend some time with me and get to see things.” This attitude of travel did not stop with that trip. As I was preparing for my departure from Ukraine last summer, Ilko was planning a trip for his family through Europe by car. He was an avid driver, after getting his driver’s license late in life and also had to meet with colleagues in Bratislava for a project so he figured, why not make a family trip out of it.

Over the last number of years, I had consulted for Ilko and his organization, and he would often call me up on a Friday and say, “Bill, how about I pick you tomorrow morning. The family is up at the dacha and we can join them. A swim, the fresh air, it will help you think better, and we can put in a few hours of work on the project!”

The average Ukrainian probably never heard of Ilko Kucheriv but anyone who had ever met him, talked with him, asked him for his opinion or advice knew that he was passionate about what he did, and he was passionate for one single reason. He wanted to make Ukraine and the world a better place, not just for himself, but also for everyone.


Two weeks after I had received Ilko’s first little communiqué of thanks, the same headstrong and positive Ilko Kucheriv made announcement via his organization’s website. In it, he stated that he remains optimistic and shared with readers how he had come to know of his condition, his recent trip to Indonesia for a conference that I called beautiful and necessary. That conference was the Sixth Assembly of the World Movement of Democracy and he stated he wanted to share the address of President of Indonesia, the Honorable Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono, with his Ukrainian colleagues and he would publish the Ukrainian version soon. He closed with: “I feel colossal support from people. They call me and write to me from Ukraine, Europe and the United States…I am thankful to everyone. It is very important to me. None of us knows how much time we have. Unconditionally, there was an overestimation of all values and a personal value of time. I want to use this time in the most effective and thought out way possible. I began to practice yoga like I did in the 1980s before Chornobyl, I go to church, I think about my work and my organization and I believe, believe that people can and should change the world for the better. I remain with you, and I am sincerely thankful. Ilko Kucheriv”.

Upon hearing the news of Ilko’s passing I immediately felt a loss. Incredibly the feeling was one that I can only equate to the loss of my father that same year Ilko completed his university studies over thirty years ago. Those who knew Ilko cried out with one voice that Saturday evening, whether through statements on the support page set up on Facebook, in e-mails or in long, tearful and necessary telephone conversations of mourning.

I, together with everyone else who knew Ilko Kucheiv, will miss him immensely. May the earth of your dear country Ukraine cradle you gently and may your soul and spirit always be nearby to guide those who want the world to be a better place.

Vasyl (Bill) Pawlowsky

Consultant



From DIF’s Website…

Official Announcement

June 1, 2010

A Day of Farwell with well known civic activist Ilko Kucheriv

Program of Events of Morning

10:30 – 11:10 – відспівування, Cultural-Art Center of NaUKMA, 9 Illinska;
11:10 – 12:30 – Community commemorative service, same place панахида,
13:30 – 14:30 – Berkovetsky Cemetery, plot 87 18 Stetsenko Street
15:30 – 17:30 – A lunch of Remembrance, Shovkovhchna 1