Continuing with this piece in PolitNavigator, by reporter Dmitry Skvortsov.
Where we left off, we were discussing the “Petro Yatsyk” annual competition in Kiev, which awards prize money to pupils and students showing their knowledge of Ukrainian language, culture and history. Surely a laudable endeavor and definitely not one directed at demeaning any other nationality or ethnic group!
We learned that Petro Yatsyk himself was a Nazi collaborator who fought alongside the UPA (Ukrainian Insurgent Army) in WWII, then fled like a rat from the victorious Soviet army, first to Germany and then to Canada. Where he became a successful businessman, and made a lot of money. Now, I don’t want to sound too snipey here, because I am sure that Petro studied hard and worked hard to make his bucks; I just want to point out that the pro-Nazi immigrants to the U.S. and Canada were awarded certain perks and privileges that ordinary immigrants from other nations may not necessarily have enjoyed. And I’m not even talking about the elite rocket scientists, I’m talking about ordinary joes and ivans, like concentration camp guards and the like.
Anyhow, Petro became in time a wealthy philanthropist who donated millions as reparations to Jewish concentration camp survivors to Ukrainian nationalist causes. I initially assumed that his legacy still pays for the annual language competition named after him; until I read some stuff indicating that the Ukrainian government sometimes used to fund the event. So, maybe Petro’s money ran out eventually, not sure… In any case, there were some lean years when the event was not funded; and then some fat years, whenever the Oranges were back in power — back in the day, the Banderites called themselves “Orange”, it was only after the 2014 Maidan coup that they were able to fully throw off their masks and reveal the Stepan Bandera grinning skull, underneath.
But now it is time to move forward to the juicy part of the story, the part involving (((((Jooooz))))) – but wait! Before we talk about Jews, we need to talk about Romans.
So, Skvortsov writes that this year the Yatsyk competition was funded by a “mecenate”, i.e., a wealthy private donor. And the word itself comes from the name of a Roman guy Gaius Maecenas, he was a wealthy philanthropist who patronized the arts. According to wikipedia, his money supported the poet Publius Vergilius Maro (aka “Virgil”). It is said that the other kept poets, including Horace, made fun of Virgil because of his girly name. One day, when challenged to the limit by the atrium bullies calling out to him: “Hey, Virgil, what do they call you in Mantua?”, Virgil exploded in rage: “They call me MISTER MARO!” he bellowed.
In spite of the teasing, the support of his patron allowed Virgil the freedom to write his mythological history of Rome. Founded by refugees from the Trojan War, the future Romans went on to rape Sabine women and then organize exciting gladiatorial combats in the Colosseum. How much of what Virgil wrote was real history, and how much pure fantasy, nobody knows. Not unlike Ukrainian history!
The main take-away here is that the Yatsyk competition, at least this year, was funded neither by Yatsyk’s estate, nor by the Ukrainian government (which is, frankly, broke), but by a wealthy private donor, a mecenate. And, pray tell, who is that mecenate? Why, funny you should ask, it was the Jewish Hassidic organization Lubavitch!
Strangely, for such a conservative religious organization, the Lubavitch spokesperson in Austria is a female woman and/or girl, name of Diana Kolomoitseva. And judging by her photograph, she is actually really cute: She is young, red-headed, wears braces on her teeth, actually looks like a teenager. And by the way, my conscience forces me to disclose, that in googling her, I found online this translation into English of the very piece I am reviewing! Therefore, you have your choice: You can read that piece instead of mine, or you can read both, ’cause see, I’m not really doing a literal translation, my piece is more like a scholarly review…. Including extra bennies like the Virgil joke, etc.
[to be continued]