Ukraine: A Legacy of Resilience

by Erin Litteken | March 21, 2023 |

One of my favorite things to do as a child was listen to my great-grandmother’s stories about Ukraine. I’d spend hours staring at the pictures on her wall–images of the places and people she and my great-grandfather left behind when they fled Nazi and Soviet oppression with their three young children during WW2.

Most with Ukrainian heritage have heard snippets of similar tales–variations on themes of hunger, fear, bravery–but maybe not the full versions. Sometimes, our family members held on to those accounts, only letting little bits trickle down through the generations, the recollections of terror and grief so strong they haunt them still.

Now, as an adult, I want to understand everything she witnessed and survived. Her sons, my great-uncle and grandfather filled in a lot of the blanks, but they were just children then.

In my favorite story, my great-grandparents were stopped by two Russians soldiers, robbed, and lined up outside their wagon to be shot. With her young children crying and a gun in her face, my great-grandmother talked the soldiers out of killing her and her family. The Russian men were Soviet soldiers, but she never called them Soviets. They were always Russians. The invaders. The occupiers.

Her bravery that day saved them, and that story, whether downplayed or exaggerated, became my personal fairy tale–a strong, brave heroine rescuing her family from the assailants. Now, I realize it was also a cautionary tale. A reminder of what had happened and could happen again. A warning of how to fight back, because, as a Ukrainian, she and her family had to fight just to exist.

That fear, that bone deep knowledge that they could come for her family at any time never left her. Even in her eighties, she gave money to every police fundraising telemarketer that called, telling my mom, “They will try to come and take you away in the night if you don’t. Just give them the money.”

What affected her so much that forty years and an ocean between them still didn’t give her peace of mind? What memories did she keep clutched so tight that they disappeared with her, crumbling to dust alongside her body, lost to me, to the world, forever?

Sometimes I touch the items she left behind and imagine they’ll tell me her secrets. I run my finger down the list of dead loved ones she prayed for in her prayer book. Sofiya, Valentyna, Petro, Ananiy. Some names I recognize, some I don’t, her handwritten Cyrillic letters a spidery cluster of sounds I clumsily translate and transcribe, as if my writing them will bring them back to life for me. It’s her legacy of loss, of resilience, but I can’t fully mourn for her if I don’t understand.

When I decided I wanted to try writing historical fiction, I planned to use those tales as inspiration for my first novel. But as I researched, trying to piece my family’s journey into the actual narrative of Ukrainian history, I found out more about Stalin’s brutal intentions specifically towards Ukraine during the Holodomor. In English, Holodomor translates to “death by hunger”, and that’s exactly what it was–a man-made terror famine that stole roughly four million Ukrainian lives. It wasn’t the family story I set out to tell, but it was a vital piece of Ukrainian history. I knew I had to start there.

By studying history, we can observe the ebbs and flows of changing borders, the tragic dance between conqueror and conquered, the rise and fall of empires. We see these patterns, we lament, and we forget. We let things that shouldn’t happen in the first place happen again.

Russians steal vast amounts of Ukrainian grain and equipment, threatening this year’s harvest.

Mariupol residents forced to hunt pigeons to eat.

Starving Ukrainians blocked from receiving aid.

Ripped from the news in 2022, these headlines could easily be describing scenes from 1932-33. Ukraine is, once again, valiantly fighting forces from Moscow bent on their annihilation. Back then, Stalin weaponized food to systemically decimate Ukraine. Today, along with a full military assault, Putin is weaponizing food to not only devastate Ukraine but to threaten the world.

When Ukraine resisted collectivized farming in the 1930’s, Stalin issued directives to break them. His efforts–including forcibly removing food from homes, locking down villages so no food could come in, blocking travel, and shutting down the country’s borders–turned Ukraine into a giant death camp. One in eight Ukrainians died.

If you survived, talking about the famine would get you arrested. In 1937, Stalin eliminated the census that showed the extreme loss of life, executed the man in charge of the census, and ordered a new one with numbers he liked. The Soviet government denied the hunger, foreign journalists corroborated their narrative–Walter Duranty, a New York Times journalist even won the Pulitzer Prize for his work covering the Soviet government–and the world looked away.

Now, descendants of those who survived the Holodomor are facing another brutal attack from the east. This time, the world is watching, but many people aren’t aware of the long, painful history there. When I began writing THE MEMORY KEEPER OF KYIV years ago, I never imagined I would witness such a blatant example of history repeating itself. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. It’s a pattern. Russia, in all its various governmental forms, has been trying to eliminate Ukraine for centuries. We can’t let them succeed.

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  1. Martine Sophie Renard Couste on May 21, 2024 at 7:57 am

    Merci pour la transmission de “la jeune fille de Kiev”.Ce témoignage, avec l’actualité recente, nous
    montre à quel point l histoire de répète doloureusement. Mais le peuple ukrainien ira toujours de l’avant et la vie et la liberte seront les plus fortes.

    • Erin Litteken on May 21, 2024 at 12:38 pm

      Well said! 💙 💛 🌻

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