My Eyes Could See
When I am dead, bury me
In my beloved Ukraine,
My tomb upon a grave mound high
Amid the spreading plain,
So that the fields, the boundless steppes,
The Dnieper's plunging shore
My eyes could see, my ears could hear
The mighty river roar.
...
-- Taras Schevchenko, The Testament, 1845
A formerly powerful Europen nation felt humiliated by its treatment at the hands of others. It lost territory, its economy was in shambles. And then a new type of a charismatic leader came to power.
He was admired by some and feared by others. He rewarded friends and persecuted and killed his enemies. Eventually, he rebuilt his economy and modernized his armies. Then he got into the habit of breaking all kinds of international norms and treaties and started talking and behaving in more and more aggresive ways.
But "the West" was worried about confronting him. There was political turmoil in their lands. People with radical thoughts on all sides were fighting with each other and their societies were politically at great odds. The countries' economies were not in a great shape and the governments were afraid (with a good reason) that any confrontation would be economically devastating. They still remembered their recent financial crisis and how bad things could really get. So instead, they traded with the dictator, which gave them some economic benefit and made the dictator ever so much stronger.
Some western leaders even admired him.
So he started looking for ways to expand his territories. He started with his neighbours' lands that were traditionally populated by ethnically and culturally similar peoples. "This land has been traditionally ours!," he proclaimed and some even believed him. "These are our brothers and they have been mistreated by their government and we need to help them!," he said to justify his incursions into their lands.
He took those lands and the West let him.
"We can't go into a war with him," said the West, "it would be even more devastating than the last one - and that one was terrible!". So he took more. Eventually, there was a war and yes, it was more devastating than the last one. But if only people were less selfish and petty and a little bit wiser, it could have been all stopped at much lesser cost. They weren't and it wasn't.
The year was 1938.
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