Hurts? This Means We Are Living

Decades of lies and covering up have kept us from addressing this problem. What our social organism is going through today is like the condition of an individual who, having thawed out feels pins and needles in his limbs. Although it hurts so much, this is precisely how one comes back to life. Many fear the pain of knowledge. Yet, this is a salutary pain.

The numerous materials on the 1932-1933 manmade famine The Day has published have also changed our journalists who gained a new deep insight into their compatriots’ history. I would like to single out two letters out of what was published. I was literally shocked by the letter from Tetiana Nykytiuk who, in spite of the horror she lived through, managed to muster the courage to recall those times. The same applies to Liudmyla Kryvenko who raised the crucial question of moral responsibility — the responsibility of those who betrayed, kept silent, refused to extend a helping hand, and who still claim that there was no manmade famine and that it is not our brothers and sisters who were dying in terrible agony on the streets of indifferent cities.

One even feels pity for them...