My Speech in Westminster Central Hall
Your Excellency, Dr Ihor
Kharchenko, distinguished guests, and all who love Ukraine.
I am very honoured and
privileged to receive the posthumous award, The Order
of Freedom’ on behalf of my late uncle, Gareth Jones.
I appreciate that it is
the highest award that the
Ukrainian Government can give to a non-Ukrainian national.
How proud his parents, Major and Mrs
Edgar Jones would have been to know that such a prestigious tribute of
recognition has been granted today.
It is good to know that his endeavours
were not in vain in his attempt to tell the world about the devastating
Great famine, the Holodomor, in Ukraine brought upon by Stalin’s
ambition to carry out his Five year Plan.
On March 29th 1933 Gareth
gave a press release from Berlin about the famine and wrote at least 20
articles. But within days he was silenced by the British establishment,
denigrated by The New York Times correspondent Walter Duranty and called
a liar by the coterie of Moscow Correspondents. He was placed on the
black list of the secret police and accused of espionage by Maxim
Litvinoff, the Foreign Affairs commissar.
The Bolshevists effectively suppressed
knowledge of the tragedy and it became the forgotten famine of the 20th
century when Millions died.
As a child I remember the famine. I
remember being shown by Gareth those well known pictures of starving
Ukrainian children with bloated tummies seated in row. Though the
provenance was 1921 the impact on me is unforgettable.
I also remember hearing the shock of
Gareth’s mysterious death two years later in Inner Mongolia. A shadow
was cast over the house and my grandmother never really recovered from
the tragic loss of her beloved son. It was she that treasured the rich
legacy of his writings for posterity.
I shall quote briefly about
his trek in Ukraine:
“In one of the peasant’s
cottages in which I stayed we slept nine in the room. It was pitiful to
see that two out of the three children had swollen stomachs. All there
was to eat in the hut was a very dirty watery soup, with a slice or two
of potato.
Fear of death loomed over
the cottage, for they had not enough potatoes to last until the next
crop. When I shared my white bread and butter and cheese one of the
peasant women said, "Now I have eaten such wonderful things I can die
happy." I set forth again further towards the south and heard the
villagers say, "We are waiting for death."
We as a family are very proud today. May
I thank President Yushchenko for bestowing the award,
The Order of Freedom’,
Ambassador Kharchenko for making it possible and the Association of
Ukrainians in Great Britain for
the part they played in
arranging this great honour to
our uncle, Gareth Jones.
Wales mourned the death of a
son. Today Ukraine mourns all those Millions who died in the Great
Famine of 75 years ago.
Margaret Siriol Colley
www.margaretcolley.co.uk
www.garethjones.org
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