One Month Ago, And The Repulsion Still Remains
The pain of that Friday still echoes in our minds
IT’S BEEN FOUR WEEKS. JUST ANOTHER FRIDAY. One month ago. A date swallowed by the days that followed, blurred into routine, buried under headlines that never stop piling up.
But you know what happened. You remember.
I woke up that morning in Ukraine feeling something I hadn’t felt so frequently these days. I was feeling hope. That kind of hope you hold into when everything around you keeps breaking, but without explanation, you’re still here. Still breathing. Still trying to find a way to believe on something better.
That day was meant to be about kindness. About showing the world that humanity survives even where the world sees only darkness. About sharing stories of the people who keep moving forward, even when the reality keeps throwing everything it has at them.
But then it happened.
The screen lit up with an image so revolting it felt like my chest was being torn apart. My stomach into knots. Zelenskyy and Trump, standing side by side.
Trump, standing beside Zelenskyy like a predator pretending to offer peace. As if offering a poisoned gift wrapped in false promises.
As if everything we have endured could be erased with a gesture meant only to assert his own power. A gesture meant to impose his own version of reality. As if everything could be swept away by the arrogance of one man’s performance.
Did you remember the look on Zelenskyy’s face?
I will never forget the exhaustion of a man standing alone in a room filled with people eager to rewrite Ukraine’s fate according to their own twisted vision of peace. According to their own vision of greed. People who had taken Ukraine’s pain and twisted it into a cheap performance disguised as diplomacy.
Not a peace born from justice or courage, but one sculpted from submission.
Submission from Russia.
I couldn’t stop watching. Couldn’t stop feeling the sickness spread through me like something poisonous. And if you saw it, you felt it too. The shock. The weight of betrayal that made it hard to breathe. That moment when I’m sure everything felt strange inside you and nothing felt right anymore.
Some things can’t be forgiven. Some things are too grotesque to simply swallow and move on. And what happened that day was one of those things.
So the world keeps moving, doesn’t it? It’s good at that. Good at shutting out the truth. Good at turning something devastating into just another bad memory people is expected to brush aside.
But here’s what you have to understand: For Ukraine, that moment is still happening.
The horror doesn’t end because the news cycle decides to move on. The suffering don’t become easier to carry just because the world has found something else to pay attention to.
And the people who pretend that what happened that Friday is just another chapter to be skimmed over, they’re the ones letting this nightmare keep unfolding.
The bombs are still falling. The lives are still being torn apart.
I can’t let it go. I won’t. Because if we start believing that standing side by side with a man who laughed at our suffering can be called peace, then we’ve already lost something essential.
Something that no amount of diplomacy can ever give back.
Maybe you’ve already tried to forget. Maybe it feels like the only way to keep going. To pretend that betrayal is just another word we can force ourselves to ignore.
But I can’t. And if you’ve made it this far, it’s a signal that you can’t either. Because this isn’t just about Ukraine. This is about all of us. About character. About what it means to believe in something real.
About the things we say we stand for and whether or not we have the courage to actually mean it.
Because if we let this go, if we convince ourselves that moment didn’t matter, then we’re no better than the people who stood on that stage and called it peace. Letting go means allowing the truth be rewritten by those who profit from the lie.
And if we choose to forget, what does that say about everything we claim to believe in?
The truth only survives if we decide it matters enough to remember. And maybe that’s the only choice left to make.
What happens next depends on what we choose to do with it.
Right now, we still have a choice.
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It was the worst and most embarrassing moment in American history. On behalf of all true Americans who believe in freedom and justice, I apologize to you, to the Ukrainian people, and most importantly to President Zelenskyy.
That disgusting moment is burned in my memory forever! President Zelenskyy was set upon by a bunch of rabid dogs that are so stupid so unbefitting what has been going on in your country! The majority of Americans stand with Ukraine. Every protest I will go to and be a part of has several Ukrainian flags and people proud to say that we stand with Ukraine! Quite a few Republicans also believe that we should be supporting Ukraine as the Democrats believe we should. And our voice is making a difference. They had shut down the program to try to find 20,000 of the children that were stolen from Ukraine and because our voice was heard they reinstituted it!! We hear you Ukraine loud and clear and we stand by you!! Slava Ukraini!!!