Sunday, 10 April 2022 Originally appeared in Ukrainian @pravda.com.ua We looked high and low for the Ukrainian elite, the whole time nodding in frustration at MPs, oligarchs, or media personalities, but it turned out that...
I am an academic at a Kharkiv university, an officer in the reserves and a historian of the Holocaust. And facing Russia’s invasion of Ukraine, Putin's attack on my home, I’m learning what patriotism really...
3,000 kilometers separate Jerusalem and Kyiv. And that distance is probably why most Israelis don’t know how much their normal everyday life is already connected to Ukraine, or how much of what they take for granted actually depends on peace and stability in Ukraine.
Those who think a large-scale Russian war against Ukraine cannot affect Israel are very much mistaken. This is why.
Born in Ukraine, Anna Zharova moved to Israel 22 years ago. Like many new immigrants, she focused on learning Hebrew, making new friends and integrating into Israeli society — and naturally lost interest in what was happening in her country of birth.
That all changed eight years ago when Russia invaded and annexed the Crimean Peninsula, sparking the most serious East-West crisis since the Cold War.
"When that happened, I said: I can no longer stand on the side," recounts the 41-year-old, "and I have remained active ever since."
"We need to remove all our ambitions, and do everything to prevent war. I beg you", Rabbi Moshe Azman says, addressing the Russian president One of Ukraine’s most prominent Jewish leaders stood in the snow...
Jeremy Borovitz, the son of a New Jersey rabbi, is a young American Jew who once worked in Ukraine, where he created a special video in the Ukrainian language as a sign of solidarity with...
As the daughter of Soviet Jewish immigrants, I used to call myself ‘Russian’—but a trip to Kyiv offered me a new perspective, and a new language
It was our last day in Kyiv. Soon I would return to the life I had always known in New York before moving to Ukraine three months prior — but on that day, rather than seek respite from the smoldering heat, my partner and I were in the Jewish section of the city's municipal cemetery, navigating a small jungle of poison ivy in a last-ditch effort to find my great-grandparents' graves.
