Tag: Ukraine

  • Ukrainian Resistance to Russian Colonialism – Briarpatch Reading List (Extended)

    In the September/October 2025 edition of Briarpatch Magazine, I was able to publish a reading list about Ukrainian Resistance to Russian Colonialism. It is reproduced below with additional works I had to cut for length.

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    In my final class studying international human rights law, I shared my paper analyzing Ukraine’s law on Indigenous people which, while imperfect, protects the territorial and language rights of Crimean Tatars, Karaites and Krymchaks. In the class discussion, a friend and self-proclaimed Marxist wearing a keffiyeh asked if I knew that the Russian language was broadly oppressed in Ukraine. Despite their rightful support for Palestine and correct criticism of colonial governments, they tended to be sympathetic to a different colonial, imperial power by repeating one of Russia’s falsified justifications for engaging in an unprovoked war of aggression.

    Expanding our critiques beyond western colonial empire is important as we struggle to find alternatives to any form of oppressive, centralized power. As fascism balloons in our own backyard, we can learn from Ukrainian people actively resisting a fascist authoritarian state. And as we try to comprehend how to dismantle an empire here, we can well be reminded that the problem isn’t one empire or another; rather, the problem is empire itself. As one empire coerces Ukraine into a minerals deal, another empire is currently shooting ballistic missiles at shopping centres in Ukraine. 

    The following resources have helped me understand Ukrainian resistance as removing itself from under the foot of centuries of a colonial power.

    Russian Colonialism 101 (2023)

    Until I found the illustrated book, Russian Colonialism 101, by Ukrainian journalist Maksym Eristavi, I hadn’t heard of Russian history explained as colonial power. In the Western anti-colonial, anti-capitalist circles in which I found myself, the Soviet Union was generally either tolerated or praised, with Joseph Stalin’s violent purges considered one of the only dark spots marring this alternative to capitalism. I knew little about its predecessor, the Russian Tsarist Empire, or the current Russian Federation. This guidebook (basically a reading list of its own) explains that the past three iterations of Russian rule – from the Tsars to the Bolsheviks to the Vladimir Putin regime – have employed the same colonial tactics to control and oppress Indigenous nations neighbouring and within Russia’s borders. When Russian prisoners of war are released they are often photographed holding flags for Tsarist Russia, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (USSR), and the Russian Federation all at once. The book demonstrates that the current war on Ukraine is far from a singular project of a power-hungry dictator, but an unfortunate feature of Russian colonial statehood.

    Matryoshka of Lies: Ending Empire (2024)

    The Matryoshka of Lies podcast, hosted by Maksym Eristavi and Ukrainska Pravda news outlet dives into lesser-known histories of Russian colonialism. The season-one finale, Ending Empire, touches on Russia’s expansion into Alaska in the late 1700s, where they extended the same policies of coercion and enslavement they used on Indigenous nations of Northern Asia. (Tlingit resistance to this Russian colonialism is best captured by Gord Hill in The 500 Years of Indigenous Resistance Comic Book: Revised and Expanded.) 
    In part, the purpose of the episode and the podcast as a whole is to allow a western audience to better understand Russian colonialism as akin to the genocidal horrors of European colonialism that many North Americans are just starting to grapple with. Similar to many radicals in North America calling for an end to U.S. hegemony and violence through an end of the American Empire, this episode suggests that a “total reset in what is now the Russian Federation” is the only way to end these continuing colonial expansionary tactics.

    A Brief History of a Long War: Ukraine’s Fight Against Russian Domination (2025)

    Policies of food control and forced starvation have long been a genocidal policy of colonial governments, from Canada’s purposeful extermination of Indigenous food sources, to Israel’s current explicit weaponization of food in Gaza. The Holodomor (meaning ‘death by starvation’) occurred in 1932-33 in Ukraine and led to the deaths of upwards of a fifth of all Ukrainians. Soviet policies forced the collectivization of farms, imprisoned or killed people for hiding or ‘stealing’ grain, and instituted restricted travel so Ukrainians could not access other food sources.

    Whereas most narratives of the war start in 2022, or maybe 2014, Mariam Naiem’s graphic novel puts Russia’s war on Ukraine into perspective from the very beginning of Ukrainian nationhood. It unravels the long history of policies meant to extinguish Ukrainian sovereignty movements that threatened Russian control over valuable Ukrainian natural resources: from the Holodomor to policies meant to marginalize the Ukrainian language, to Russia’s invasion once Ukraine shifted into the European sphere of influence. This introduction to the history of the region helps give context to the war by explaining the centuries of Russian empire and Ukrainian resistance.

    Hanna Perekhoda: “The fight for freedom in Ukraine is intimately linked to the global struggle against fascist forces” (2025)

    While the Western left has generally expressed support for Ukraine, in some anti-imperialist circles, dialogue is often immobilized when someone associates Ukraine with NATO, Nazis, or nukes. In this interview, Hanna Perekhoda, a Ukrainian socialist and historian, succinctly addresses some of the most controversial among these stumbling blocks. She explains supposed Russian-language oppression and Russophobia is akin to the anti-white racism rhetoric rising in the West. Perekhoda speaks to Putin’s claim that Ukraine is overrun by Nazis, a propagandist justification for the war hearkening back to Second World War mythology. She acknowledges Ukraine’s far right, noting they have repeatedly proven to be a fringe movement. Given that problems with the far right exist everywhere, she questions whether this justifies a full-scale invasion or a withholding of military support or other aid. She notes that what really risks a rise in fascism is a long-standing war waged by a fascist Russian regime where common Ukrainians are radicalized by years of military occupation and systematic oppression. As Perekhoda makes clear, what is needed is support for Ukrainian lives, autonomy, and resistance.

    Ordinary People Don’t Carry Machine Guns: Thoughts on War (2025)

    Ukrainian author Artem Chapeye gives a contemporary account of what it is like to be on the receiving end of a colonial war of expansion. As a self-proclaimed pacifist, leftist, and feminist, Chapeye joined Ukraine’s military in 2022. After politely admonishing Western anti-imperial leftists for their lack of critique of other powers as compared to their rigorous critique of the American Empire, Chapeye addresses the privilege of pacifism that judges Ukrainian (and other) resistance; anarchist traditions of Ukraine’s historical resistance to empire; navigating the tension of being against the authoritarian dangers of nationalism while fighting for a civic – rather than ethnic – community currently under a nation-state; and the impossible psychological toll of war. Speaking to himself as much as to Western audiences, Chapeye explains Ukrainian resistance as follows: “We can either fight back now, with the losses that necessarily accompany this, or remain the colony of an empire for another hundred years.” His book explains his decision to fight against Russian invasion is not because of a guaranteed win, but because of the moral imperative to fight fascism in all its forms.

    ADDITIONAL WORKS

    Where Russia Ends (film) (2024)

    Makhno: Ukrainian Freedom Fighter (graphic novel) (2022)

    Hey Waitress! – Helen Potrobenko

    Putin’s Trolls – Jessikka Aro (2022)

    Without the State – Emily Channell-Justice

    Five Stalks of Grain (graphic novel) (2022)

  • The Village God of Labour

    Pasha, on break from installing new rain gutters, looked down at me as I sweat, shovel in hand, knee-deep in Ukraine’s famous black earth. “Crazy Nic” he said. I didn’t expect him to say something in English so I didn’t catch it. He repeated in his own language: «Шалений Нік» (shaleney Nic). Then I understood.

    Olia and I went for a walk to the forest just to see what the sun and wind felt like from from different angles. Upon return, the neighbour, bent ninety-degrees at the waist hoeing potatoes, couldn’t really understand that we came back without foraged mushrooms. A friend has said that she finds it sad that her parents don’t know how to have fun, that every spare moment is spent processing apples, feeding chickens, digging potatoes, canning tomatoes. They would never go to a movie or concert. This weekend, her and I will go to a bar on Friday, a concert on Saturday, and another concert on Sunday. We are of the generation that must always constantly forever be entertained. There’s not much entertainment in the village since the discobar closed.

    Abandoned disco-bar.

    Maybe I should get a job. Selling bread-flavoured sodapop (kvas), selling honey, bike courier, taxi driver, bus driver, teaching english. My anti-capitalist brain tells me that my desire to get a job is just me being insecure about my worth in a society that values you solely based on your salary. My bank account tells me otherwise. And seeing old people sit on the concrete selling wilted plums makes me feel guilty for being previously paid an hourly wage equal to their monthly pension, as though I had something to do with global wealth inequality and amassing of colonial wealth. So I find solace in incorrectly sewing and then seam-ripping adaptive underwear for veterans with prosthetics. Or carrying a long stick with a hook at the end of it, letting gravity pummel me with apples as I shake branches of 100-year-old trees to collect fruit to sell to the juice man for 10₴/kg (25¢/kg). Each metric tonne we collect eases my insecurities, each apple welt brings me closer to the village god of labour — the permanently bent-over бабуся (babusia).

    It wasn’t clear to me why Pasha thought I was crazy. For digging a 60metre long trench from the well to the garden to provide water to the vegetables in increasingly dry summers? Or for moving to Ukraine, spending time in the village when he was just a few years from conscription-age and wanted nothing more than to leave a place he was not legally allowed to leave, being told by his mom that he had to help out his uncle, the only carpenter in town? His uncle is now in jail, having paid a bribe to avoid military service. Now there’s no one to finish the eavestroughs.

    As I Support The Arts by gently bobbing my head to synthesizers pumping through clouds of haze at a festival in Kyiv (a task I convince myself is more important than ever when a culture is under attack), village labour takes on a different tone in occupied and nearly occupied territory. Demining. Reselling pieces of exploded enemy drones as a fundraiser for new defense drones. Trying not to be killed. There’s an absurdity to art in times of war, says author and soldier Artem Chekh. But also that art is the only thing that allows for a “tolerable existence”. Make art not war, sure, but what do you do if someone makes war on you? (Village) God (of Labour) knows that this blog post or a John Lennon song won’t prevent a train car from exploding. But neither will picking metric tonnes of apples.

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    Musicians Defend Ukraine

  • Soft multigenerational anger

    I’ve always wondered, on an orthodox cross what is the top plank, and what is the bottom diagonal plank? A Renault Duster creeps by as I sit next to my bicycle, speckled in mud, near a dried-up well across from a roughed-up plastic stork and beside a three-metre orthodox cross. Before we left Canada, people told me to stay safe: they’d seen videos of undercover recruiters pushing people off of their bicycles, throwing them in the backs of vans, forcing them to the frontlines. None of them confirmed as real. Meanwhile the colonizer forces a disproportionate number of Indigenous people into the meat grinder, and lies to other racialized foreigners and/or force them to enlist. Would they take my bike with us? Would I resist, throw punches? Would I be able to call my wife? I’d try to convince them we have something in common because I have a thrifted Renault trucker vest. Instead, the Duster dusts its way to Zarvantsi / Зарванці. Is the top plank like the INRI sign? Is the bottom plank where his feet were?

    What is the deal with this stork. Who broke its legs? Two men in fatigues step out of a police cruiser. There’s no one else anywhere close. He says what I assume is “documents please” although I know how to say that and he didn’t say that. I pull the Canadian passport immunity-card from my bike bag. He doesn’t open it and says have a good day with an expressionless face (I crossed into Mexico like that once. Privilege don’t stop at borders, baby). I give my brand-new temporary residency card to the cop. He punches my digits into a tablet and says have a good day with an expressionless face, the type you see in old-timey photos.

    There’s a small tree planted behind the well with names of the dead but I don’t go look at it. Last week, a guy with his wife in Ternopil smiled at me as we walked past on the sidewalk, sun setting in the background of Love Island. A mixture of ‘pleasant greeting’ and ‘what’s his fucking deal?’ zap my neurons simultaneously like two ways of understanding the world trying to fit through the door at the same time and get stuck, all shoulders and elbows. He musta been a new foreigner. People otherwise look at me with general confusion, indifference, or soft multigenerational anger.

    The women at the sewing group and the women at the net-weaving group say it’s great to have a man, a foreigner in their ranks. I volunteer for the ‘war effort’ and iron with an iron (прасую праскою) adaptive cyber-shorts for my peers who now have fewer limbs than they used to have, than I have. Human psychology isn’t designed to understand such complexity so I tell myself that spending my meagre earnings here on deep-fried dough and steel bicycles is solidarity.

    Friend serving in Kyiv says last week was the worst week in the past three years. I bike through green pastures and blossoming orchards past cows and their tenders. Доброго дня. Добрі. I don’t even consider landmines until the time of writing.

  • Giggling Warm

    I asked if they had beer, and the shop owner said, Yes there is, in one syllable (“Є”). He explained the options. Zero of the words matched with the (if we’re being generous) 750 in my vocabulary. Seeing the empty look in my eyes, my sister-in-law translated. He led me to his beer selection and glassware options, glad to exercise his English-speaking muscles in the Turkish restaurant he proudly runs in small Hnivan. He’s so kind, I think, to speak English to me. But his inflection is flat, normal. I’m just overwhelmed with joy in hearing the civilized intonations of beautiful English that tears form in my eyes.

    We roll into Brailiv after napping in the nearby forest. Air raid sirens hang above the town like static electricity, and outside the school girls sing and choreograph movements to “Ukraine Sings”, while stray dogs chuckle and drink from puddles. On this episode of Dissociative Village High School. Outside of the town’s lone shop we discuss where to go next. Two girls on recess coming out of the shop with ice cream muster up the courage to say Hello and Are you from English? before noticing their error and running off giggling, warm. It feels good to be important again.

    The other Canadian Anglophone in online language course has a minor break and says there’s just no logic to the Ukrainian language. The other masc-presenting person who speaks Russian, agrees. The teacher (the only one who actually knows the language aka the only one with authority) kindly disagrees. Just because you don’t understand something, doesn’t mean it’s not logical, she wanted to say. I sit silently: I think he meant, there’s no logic to a world where an Anglophone bothers to learn another language. It doesn’t increase job opportunities, he’d told me. Why bother learning another language when people who don’t speak English are less intelligent, several hundred years of colonialism asks me. This same logic led to where we are now, air raid sirens disrupting chuckling dogs, armymen torturing journalists.

    Small things. How they cement-in these slick tiles in outdoor spaces and then have to build wooden staircases overtop so they aren’t so slippery. How you’re surprised when they decide to actually turn down the house lights at a show. How their driving is so unsafe as to be uncivilized. How the rain slaps on the tin overhang at the apartment. Noticing cultural differences doesn’t count as learning when it is drowning in Canadian exceptionalism. That is, I’m not becoming a better person for seeing the nuanced differences in daily life if I’m not challenging the part of me that is conditioned to think that their differences are inherently worse. When you’re brought up being told your country is the greatest in the world, it takes a long time to decondition the idea that the squealing wheels of the tram-bus isn’t because they are merely a lower order of human.

    All that I have internalized as better, is money. Village roads with more hole than road. Plastic bags for plastic bags. Litter in the pond in the village. Corrupt politicians. Plastic baseboards. All the ways that I remember home as better, more comfortable, more advanced, is merely the presence of disproportionate financial wealth, locally and globally. And in Canada, the presence of wealth is stolen land and its extracted resources. The things I remember from home as better are linked to theft of land, the same theft of land that is actively making people here poorer. Colonialisms upon colonialisms my god.

    It’s certainly ok to feel relieved when you can order a beer naturally and without pain. It’s certainly ok to know that less slippery tiles are better than slippery tiles, even if they don’t look like a high-school drama production’s set of a plantation mansion. What’s not ok is to confuse ill-gotten wealth and language-supremacy with greatness.

    On the way out the door, two beer buzz, he says “See you later alligator”. I giggle, warm. And that’s ok.

  • Multi-Millionaire Hockey Player Declines to Comment

    Ovechkin at 2005 World Juniors on the bench, injured

    thirteen lighting of the lamps

    until the Great Eight

    Vladmir’s number-one horse

    surpasses

    the Great One

    Donald’s number two, Governor

    Gretzky merlot to be served in Donald’s Riviera
    Ovi scores and Crimea gets a free PapaJohn’s

    greatest scorers of all time
    one-hundred-twenty empty net goals between them
    mom says they’re both

    cherry pickers

    podcast hosts don’t seem to talk about that

     

    Connor McJesus roofs

    one in OT
    heals the trade war

    tariffs explode
    supply chains re-weld
    the 49th etched deeper
    illegit sovereignty upheld

    Sid the Kid sings home and native land

    on key

    Fentanyl-czar can now eliminate the scourge

    of drugs over the deeper etch
    street hockey game
    puck rings off the
    iron law of prohibition

    who invented hockey again?

     

    Vladmir’s anti-propaganda law

    so Provorov boycotts

    Pride Night
    rainbow hockey tape

    two Staals secretly stick-tap

    for Donald executive-ordering
    two genders
    people X off the scoresheet

    Orthodox Pope supports

    the full-scale invasion:
    a conflict against sin
    and pride parades

    but remember it’s the

    Patriarchate
    who is oppressed

    hockey is for everyone

    but especially for
    people who look like
    the two highest scorers of all time

  • Ukraine 2020: Villages

    For more, see Silent Hunting.
    Some photos by Ольга Коваленко

  • Ukraine 2020: City

    Ukraine 2020: City

    For more, see Silent Hunting.
    Some photos by Ольга Коваленко