Ukrainians
and Jews and Ukrainians and Jews and …
By Alexander J. Motyl
Mossad’s apparent
involvement in the recent kidnapping of a Palestinian in
As students
of Ukrainian-Jewish relations know, both sides appear to be trapped in a vicious
circle. Is there any way out of this cycle of mutual recriminations?
Another approach
might entail stepping back from the mutual recriminations and, by trying to empathize
with both sides, hoping to establish common grounds and common assumptions for viewing
both Ukrainians and Jews. One possible starting point would be to acknowledge that
both nations are, well, human - and, thus, equally rational or equally irrational
as well as equally prone to good or equally prone to evil. Another would be that
both nations are not monoliths, but agglomerations of individual human beings, with
all their strengths, weaknesses, and peccadillos.
Just this
search for commonality - heavily laced with attempts at scholarly objectivity -
pervades the Ukrainian-Jewish Encounter, a privately funded initiative established
in 2008 by Adrian Karatnycky of
The same search,
but this time imbued with emotional sensitivity, underpins an excellent documentary
film, Three Stories of Galicia, which
hopes to find commonalities by revealing “the intimate stories of three courageous
individuals who took it upon themselves to preserve the dignity of the human spirit.”
The accounts ring true, because the technically expert film avoids both pathos and
bathos by letting a Jewish man, a Ukrainian woman, and a Polish priest tell their
own stories in their own voices. As the two filmmakers, Olha Onyshko and Sarah Farhat,
say, “When we set out to make this film four years ago, we wanted to bring peace
to the hearts of the people of Galicia and to their descendants that are now spread
all over the world. That is why we decided to reflect the perspectives of the three
major ethnic and religious groups that used to live on that land: Jews, Ukrainians
and Poles. We wanted all three groups to have a chance to hear the other side’s
perspective and hopefully feel some sympathy towards people who were formerly perceived
as enemies.” Once again, the intent is noble, but will groups learn, or want to
learn, from the stories of three individuals?
If they don’t,
one could just seek refuge in the absurd. My own novel, The Jew Who Was Ukrainian or How One Man’s Rip-Roaring
Romp through an Existential Wasteland Ended in a Bungled Attempt to Bump off the
Exceptionally Great Leader of Mother Russia, grapples with many of the
same issues as the UJE and Onyshko and Farhat by relating the blackly comedic story
of a man whose Ukrainian mother was a Nazi concentration camp guard and hates Jews
and whose Jewish father was a Stalinist butcher and hates Ukrainians. The hero of
the story struggles to find meaning at the intersection of Hitler’s Holocaust and
Stalin’s Gulag. He doesn’t, by the way. Indeed, who could?
Perhaps that
question can suggest how to escape the never-ending Jewish-Ukrainian recriminations.
Perhaps the only way out is for both Ukrainians and Jews to take the exact opposite
of Peres’s advice and to remember history with a vengeance, choke on it until they
all turn blue, and then, while spluttering and gasping for air, realize that it
may be time to move on and smell the roses. Then, let the historians fight it out.
After all, that’s what they get paid to do.