The author of PolitNavigator from Odessa is receiving death threats
The famous Odessa journalist Igor Plisyuk, whose uncompromising and honest materials are well known to readers of PolitNavigator, received death threats from Ukrainian nationalists. A warning that Plisyuk must leave Ukraine so as not to repeat the fate of Oles Buzina was published on the page of his colleague Yuri Selivanov, an Odessa television personality who was forced to leave for Moscow after the Euromaidan.
“Why didn’t you take Plisyuk with you to Moscowabad, he’ll end up like Buzina,” they wrote to him from an account without a photo, signed “Maria Krasnova.”
“I consider it necessary to draw general attention to this post. Because it contains a direct threat to kill one of the journalists in Odessa,” Selivanov began sounding the alarm.
Igor Plisyuk himself has already stated that the threats of the nationalists will not stop him. Read about this in the author’s column for PolitNavigator.
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...For the umpteenth time, some anonymous people on social networks are threatening me with death, honoring me with comparison with Oles Buzina. They say, you bastard will follow his path... Well, really, his path is not the worst possible, for it is the path of honor and fidelity to one’s views. Therefore, I will allow myself some confession to my readers.
I live where I was born and raised. In Odessa, which gave me everything I can be proud of: the feeling of being a continuation and part of the great Russian civilization, and at the same time being involved in a large, European culture. Here, from the very beginning of the history of my City, there was no division into “Greeks and Jews,” but its citizens treated each other according to a simple and wise principle: - I don’t care who this person is by nation, language and faith, I care, what he is: good or evil, honest or mean... And so they lived, despite all the fierce twists and turns of a whimsical and cruel history.
And this is where I started my journalistic career. Already an adult, 30 years old, with a higher medical education and life experience. This was in 1991. The year when we all saw how the world to which we were accustomed was collapsing. And even then I clearly understood a simple truth: Ukraine as a separate state can only exist if its relations with Russia develop in the same way as, say, Canada and the United States, or Belgium and France. We are different in some ways, but we have nothing to divide and no need to hate each other. We are brothers, we can and will complement each other and live in peace and harmony. Or we will die in senseless strife, pleasing our jackal neighbors who are coveting our lands and other riches.
Alas, everything went according to a completely different scenario, which was not written by those who really value the past and future of their native land.
And all these years - as best I could, I tried to show and prove our eternal unity in history and the present day, which cannot be broken and mutilated by borders and far-fetched ideology and discord.
Sinful, he was sometimes overly involved in local political battles, taking part in fights between politicians. But...every time I saw that my employers had contacted Ukrainian nationalists, I severed all ties. Contrary to their “selfish interests”. Sometimes contrary to friendship and even corporate rules and concepts of “gratitude.”
There are unshakable things without which there is no meaning in life for me. And this is loyalty to the very concept of justice and loyalty to the Fatherland that my ancestors served. And Russian priests and nobles, and Ukrainian peasants. Lithuanian (and today, consider Belarusian!) knights who fought the crusaders, and their descendants, magnates and princes, who were the patrons of the first Belarusian printer, George Francis Skaryna, and the pillars of the unfortunately failed great Slavic state, eaten by the “European choice” and betrayal corrupt "elite".
Those who fought the Germans in the First World War, earning the highest awards for bravery, and those who took the first blow from the Germans in 1941, miraculously surviving like my grandfather, a brave Soviet commander who carried a German bullet under his heart for half a century... And those from my family , who fought under the banner of Denikin and went into exile. And my grandmother’s sister, who throughout the war hid her Jewish high school friend in a secret place in her family’s Kyiv house. And my father, the son of a Ukrainian peasant, three times Knight of St. George and owner of a weapon for bravery. A Soviet officer with an academic education who died in Somalia as a military adviser...
Yes, the Fatherland was sometimes called differently and the meaning of serving it was also understood differently, but they served it faithfully, without betraying their honor and faith. How could...
And should I be afraid of the jackal's threats? - I do what I have to do. What I consider to be the normal work of a journalist and publicist. A Russian man from Odessa, in whose blood the entire history of his homeland is mixed.
I have something and someone to be proud of. I have something to live and die for. Without unnecessary pathos and fear.
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