Douglas Reed explains why anti-Semitism is so prevalent in Ukraine, showing it has deep historical roots that go back for centuries . . .
This is an edited extract from Douglas Reed’s “Disgrace Abounding” [here], with an introductory note, pictures and captions by Lasha Darkmoon.
After Russia and Poland, Ukraine has always been one of the most anti-Semitic nations in the world. This brief article will help to explain why. For centuries, the moneylending Jew was allowed to batten like a bloodsucking vampire on the Christian peasant. So anti-Semitism runs deep in the region and has valid historical roots.
All this has been hushed up, however, and people are expected to believe that anti-Semitism is a pathological condition. Jews are portrayed as a race of spotlessly innocent victims always being scapegoated by bigots — in short, hated without just cause.
Like Solzhenitsyn’s great work about the Jewish problem in Russia, “Two Hundred Years Together”, Douglas Reed’s works have been been methodically suppressed.
Though Reed was once a famous foreign correspondent for the Times newspaper (UK) and his books were bestsellers in many lands throughout the 1940s, Ivor Benson was to write: “After 1951, Reed found himself banished from the bookstands, all publishers’ doors closed to him, and those books already published were liable to be withdrawn from library shelves and ‘lost’, never to be replaced.”
This was because Reed had dared to tell the truth about the political machinations of organized Jewry — and, as you will see from the extract below, he did not mince his words.
— Lasha Darkmoon
Reed’s Account of his Visit to the Carpathian Ukraine
The next day I began to study Carpathian Russia, otherwise known as Carpathian Ukraine.
I made the dreary journey, over the one remaining road, to Chust. There is only the one road, at present, leading to Carpathian Ukraine. It goes up hill and down dale for some hundreds of miles, and would need a great deal of improvement before it could be used for major military operations.
The population of this remote statelet (right) only amounts to about half a million people. The evidence of the eye would suggest that about half of these are Jews; actually a sixth is probably nearer the truth. The remainder comprise some of the most miserably poor and racially mixed people in Europe; most of them do not themselves know what they are, but they know that they have nothing to eat.
Many of them speak two, three, four or five languages or dialects, and have been successively told in the last twenty-five years that they are Hungarians, Ruthenians, and, now, Ukrainians. The proportion of them who have any knowledge of what a Ukrainian is is very small. This is not very important; the only thing that is important for these people is that they should be lifted out of the misery in which they live.
Never have I seen such poverty as reigns in Carpathian Ukraine.
Here, in these remote Carpathian hills and valleys, the peasant has a house without a chimney. And without flooring. He builds his fire on the stamped-earth floor and the smoke just rises and filters through the roof. Geese, pigs and goats, if he is lucky enough to have any, share the one room with him and his family. For food, he has insufficient quantities of maize bread, which is only just edible. If he has half an acre of land he may pull a rudely-fashioned plough across it himself, or turn it over with a spade.
Money he never sees. He thinks with regret of the great days when he could at harvest time at least go down into Hungary and work on the big estates and bring back, as his wage, a side of bacon for the winter. That was wealth to him.
These peasants, their wives and children, live like animals. Even that is an under-statement. In many districts they are animals. I can see hardly any difference between their life and that of an animal.
In one district, round the villages of Svalava and Verezky, where there are a few small factories, inter-marriage and the drinking of methylated spirits has produced a stunted race of deformed and mentally inferior people. Their life is so hard and their wages so small that their only solace is drinking spirits. And as they cannot afford Schnapps, at 36 kronen a litre, they buy methylated spirits from unscrupulous dealers at 5 kronen a litre. It brings intoxication and forgetfulness of hunger in half an hour.
The sellers of cheap methylated spirits, guaranteed to destroy the liver and kidneys of the peasants and cause a painful death, are invariably Jews — as Douglas Reed goes on to show. [LD]
Carpathian Ukraine is a good place to study the persecution of a non-Jewish community by the Jewish one.
Here, for the first time, I saw the Eastern Jews in their native habitat.
By the time they reach Budapest, Vienna, Berlin or Prague they are already Westernized. Here, as in Poland, you have the future raw material of your Hollywood film producers and screen stars, your international bankers, your slick Jewish journalists — for here, in Carpathian Ukraine, they are learning English too, before they set off for America in search of greener pastures and another people to exploit and bring to ruin. (Italics added).
Here you have a peasant population that has been plundered and bled white in centuries of exploitation, that has passed from one tyranny to another: Czars, kings, nobles, the Church, Russia, Poland, Hungary, and is now completely in the thrall of the Jewish community.
According to statistics, Jews comprise only about 15 per cent of the whole population, but they control all the money power, trade, commerce and banking. Their grip on the people is far more subtle but as vice-like as that of any dictators.
There is no escape for the peasant.
In Carpathian Ukraine you are far more acutely aware of the Jews than in other countries, because they wear the uniform of black hat, caftan, ringlets and beard. (See picture).
In every town and village you enter they thus thrust themselves on your gaze, and your first impression is that they must be numerically predominant, that there must be more Jews than non-Jews in the place.
This is in fact not the case. The reason is that they own all the shops and house property in the main square and in the centre of the town generally. The non-Jews live in the meaner streets and remoter quarters.
The way to test this is to go through one of these towns on Friday evening, when the Jewish Sabbath begins. Nearly all the shops in the place are closed; it is difficult for the non-Jewish population to buy anything on Friday evening or Saturday morning. The squeeze-out of the non-Jews is complete.
Only large and financially powerful concerns, like Bata, can hope to compete with the Jewish traders, and perhaps a non-Jewish shopkeeper here and there who keeps going chiefly on what he earns on Friday evening and Saturday morning. The non-Jewish small trader, with little capital, almost invariably goes bankrupt before very long.
The Jews quarrel a good deal, and violently, among themselves, but at the approach of a non-Jew they close their ranks with a solidarity impossible to find among any other people in the world.
The wholesale trade is almost exclusively in the hands of the Jews. The downfall of the non-Jewish interloper is achieved by supplying his Jewish competitors with goods at prices which enable them to undersell him. If any Jew fails to fall into line the services of the rabbi are enlisted and heavy punishments may be enforced against him; he may be refused access to the ritual bath, or the Jewish slaughterer may be ordered not to kill his chickens for him.
The peasant is entirely in the hands of the Jews. If he has any money and wishes to buy anything, he must buy it from a Jew. If he has no money, and needs to borrow some for his taxes or his mortgage, he must borrow it from a Jew. If he has something to sell, he can only sell it to the Jewish dealers. If he wishes to hire a plough, he must hire it, at a high rate, from a Jew.
Most sinister of all, if he wants to drink — and alcohol forms his only solace — he must go to a Jew for it, for the great majority of the alcohol licences are in the hands of Jews.
If he goes to law, he puts money into the pocket of the Jewish lawyer — for in Carpathian Ukraine only 19 of the 160 lawyers are non-Jews. To litigate against a Jew, in these conditions, is for him an almost hopeless proceeding.
It is an iron ring, from which there is no escape.
After being a visitor in Carpathian Ukraine for some time, I burned the remains of my Christmas tree in the little iron stove in my room, packed my bags, and boarded the ancient bus that bore me back to civilization.